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  Works of Varied Types by Jeen Lilly

formerly known as VG

About Your Poems...

  

 

If  Icarus Had a Mom
or
Hens Don't Nag They Brood
 
can I tell you anything?
you stand there
with your self made wings
determination on your face
eyes towards a distant place
the wax has set, the die is cast
you will run and jump; that is that.
oh youth, why are you always wasted
on the young; so easily devastated?
I watch as you go, dear goony bird
my fingers crossed, my hopes absurd
that you shall not die from stupidity:
When you master flight: come visit me.
~

VG.

 

  

Welling

 

There is such sweet
sadness in Spring
just under the joy
of new beginnings.
The years dance past us,
whirling into hellos
so that the goodbyes
seem embarrassing.

 

Memory is a vapor trail
testing our eyes:
we look up
like looking back; as if
we looked at the world
only once, in childhood
and everything we know
is based on this...

 

Without goodbye
You never left.

~

VG.

 

   

 

grey tigers, dark lions
 
I have been sitting here
thinking of distant love
feeling the changes of time:
a steady march pulse
 
slowed to a slumber tango.
 
All the unwritten words
like fruit so ripe it needs
to be eaten as it hangs
heavy,  luscious, weeping..
 
and we bruise so easily, now.
 
The passions of beasts
who know nothing of time
until inertia claims them ~
oh how i envy them.

~

VG.

  

 

My lover is a Marmalade
with stunning Topaz eyes.
 (I have no idea which
house he graces with his
 presence when he isn't
patrolling the neighborhood.)

 

Our trysting, such a routine
 part of the Winter;
my husband's dogs whip
 themselves into a 3 times a week
froth behind the shut door
 enduring castrations anew as

 

I feed him a dollop of warmed
 tuna in oil; The Lothario who
rewards my traitorous rendezvous
 with the loudest purr I have ever
heard and the tribute of decapitated
 field mouse on my back porch. 

~

VG.

 

  

 

revenge is a dish best served with a light cream sauce

 

I was so miserable without you

it was just like having you around...

 

Yes you're obnoxious and rough

and I've had enough

of being treated mean and so cruel

instead of turning the other cheek

I've quit being so weak

the expressway of pain ends here, fool.

 

While you've been out

I didn't just pout

and wonder who was scratching your itch

I had me a notion

to mix up a potion...

You really shouldn't piss off a witch.

 

how's the soup?  Care for more wine?

oh there's plenty of time;

relax and get comfortable dear

are you sweating?  Then I'm betting

you'll find this upsetting

you'll soon have a new form to wear.

 

No, I haven't eaten yet, I'm waiting a bit

and sharpening more than my hunger

are those feathers you're sprouting?

and --quelle surprise! -- squawking, not shouting

now your eyes have gone wide -- no wonder!

 

The law doesn't care, hates "domestic disputes"

decries the paperwork; seems there's no absolutes.

 

So who needs a lawyer, the sheriff or witness

when it's just between us, this unfinished business.

 

Now excuse me dear, while I put on this apron ~

Here's poetic justice -- I'll be dining on Capon.

 

mmmm tastes just like chicken.

 

~ VG.

 

  

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