Anything’s Possible

“I don’t know what to say,

I’m unsure where to start,

I’ve been called on to depart,

And with me I have taken,

Half of my mommy’s heart”.

~Lady~

Christened as Lady,

Known by pet names like Horsie-Ponie and Lady Lou,

And if I’m being rude,

I’m known as That Bitch, too.

Wherever this is I have landed,

I’ve heard there is a Wishing Well,

And if a penny it is handed,

It will send you back from whence you came,

Amidst the ringing of sweet bells.

Although I find it restful here,

With sunny weather,

And abundant grass so green,

I’m hoping to get back,

Before it’s been,

Too many years passed,

‘Cuz I feel me leaving mommy,

Was more than kind of mean,

And I can’t let the rest of our lives blow past,

Without again me her eyes having seen.

Yesterday I met a Fairy named Geri,

So special was she,

For she told me about the Wishing Well,

Then clued me in,

On how it could transport me,

Back to my mommy.

Now around my neck,

Hangs a penny,

In a unique pink drawstring sack,

So guided by instinct,

I puff up my chest,

And point my hooves West.

Miss Geri has told me,

The journey is not long,

In one week’s time,

I’ll be back where I belong.

When I see the Well,

In a twinkling,

She will reappear,

And her dust she will sprinkle,

On that penny I’ve ’round my neck,

Releasing it into,

The Mouth of the Well.

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It’s been a fine journey thus far,

I’ve had luscious grass galore,

My water was drunk from the purest springs,

The taste was really something,

Definitely fit for a king,

And each night as I settled down,

Some grain was brought to me,

As good as any I’ve ever known.

Today will be the day,

I just had that sentiment,

This morning when I woke,

And now I am in my element,

Trotting fast,

This is no joke,

I’m excited,

And hoping mommy meets me,

Without resentment.

I stopped on top of a small hill,

Looking down at a shallow valley,

There it is,

Next to those two trees,

One palm and one white birch,

Despite being such an unlikely duo,

They were lovely,

And for just a moment my thoughts strayed,

As I thought,

‘You know,

Maybe together like that,

They should always grow’.

Spraying forth like a geyser,

Rainbow colored pastel waters,

Were pushed up,

And then rained down,

Emitting a most soothing sound,

‘O what a pretty Well!’,

Thought I,

As those waters,

Rose and fell.

So at a slow four-beat gait,

I went down to the Well,

Ears pricked with excitement,

I was so ready to seal my fate.

As I walked up to the Well,

Simultaneously came Geri,

Flashing a winsome grin,

She began to spin,

Shooting Fairy Dust,

Causing the sack’s string to bust.

There was a big splash,

As the Well accepted my cash,

Then Geri blew a kiss,

And I was on my way,

Past the abyss,

That had been separating me,

From Earth and the mommy I’ve missed.

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I got back,

At the breaking of the dawn,

Geri the Fairy had set me down,

Quiet as a mouse,

Right at mommy’s house.

Since I’m now Undead,

Through the door I floated,

And stood next to the coffee pot,

Since I knew that’s where mommy would head,

When she finally roused herself from her bed.

Now here she is,

Walking toward me,

Not sure if she should believe,

What her eyes seem to see,

She stops in her tracks,

Giving herself time,

To take in the facts.

After what was seemingly forever,

But in reality may have been,

Just maybe to the count of ten,

She was on her way to me again.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged,

And when I answered her back,

In her own tongue,

Her face showed some shock,

But then we both agreed,

This new arrangement for my life does rock,

And will be lots of fun.

Now that we are both contented,

Many merry times get had,

Daily I give thanks,

That coming back was attainable,

For mommy is no longer sad,

And with my new voice,

Our bond has grown to something,

Utterly unexplainable.

What Do You Wish For?

At a hidden beach house near Key West,

Lives a tiger known as Sir Sadie,

Laying on white sand,

He naps on a towel,

Wearing only a scowl.

Scaring vacationers,

With a growl most foul,

And watching their fruity drinks fizz,

Are pastimes of his.

With the power vested in him,

By the Queen Of The Fishes,

Once each day,

He must grant someone three wishes.

So long as he’s near the ocean,

If you find him first,

He can put your most unfathomable,

Desires in motion.

But lazy Sir Sadie,

And his growl most foul,

Have most running like scared babies,

My God,

The way they are running,

You’d think he has rabies!

Remember,

If you’re a wuss,

And scared of this puss,

Be brave!

He’s just ol’ Sir Sadie,

Who knows his growl most foul,

Will cause a fuss,

Allowing him to be lazy.

If no one can get near,

Without first racing off in fear,

He can lay there on his towel,

Sneering and leering,

Instead of doing his job,

Of granting your wishes,

As he’s been ordered to do,

By the Queen Of The Fishes.

You could conceivably get lucky,

And head to this beach,

When he’s ’round the back,

Napping on his porch,

Seeking some reprieve,

From the sun’s scorch.

If you sneak up from behind,

And rub his back just so,

He’ll wake up with a smile,

And stretch out all his toes.

Once you get past his ever-present scowl,

And growl most foul,

He’s really not that bad,

And could even be considered,

As a friendly fellow.

Now grab those wishes while you can,

While he’ll afford you them with a smile,

Instead of with that growl most foul.

You can wish for anything,

From a ten-foot chocolate cake,

To a castle with a pot of gold,

Beside a pretty lake.

It’s too bad no one has yet thought,

To wish that all the world,

Would come into contact with Sir Sadie,

If we could all have a shot at three wishes,

For sure lots of crime would vanish,

And an abundance of good would flourish.

Ghost Dog

I’m here and I’m there,

I’m really everywhere,

I’m the Ghost Dog,

Traveling all around you,

As a paranormal fog.

Few have seen the real me,

As I died back in ’70,

But sometimes I am revealed,

If I notice you,

And you hold me any appeal.

I have traveled the country of my birth,

From Bangor to L.A.,

The reactions I get from those who see me,

Often leave me doubled over with mirth.

I spend my nights,

At fancy five-star resorts,

I like staying in suites,

Numbered one-thirteen,

But I’ll use two-thirteen,

As a last resort.

I stay for free,

‘Cuz when I float through the door,

They can’t see me,

Sneaking across their lobby floor.

I like to take a bubble bath,

In the relaxing Jacuzzi hot tub,

Then prowl the kitchen for dinner,

Quietly though,

So as not to cause a hubbub.

I’ll then float down the halls,

And out the exit,

I’m headed to the Tiki,

To snag me some fireball.

Daytime is even better,

It’s so interesting,

I go to dog parks,

And make friends who wear sweaters.

The doggies can see me,

But their owners cannot,

While we jump and growl in play,

All they see,

Is one pup on a leash,

Who’s for naught acting crazy.

This amuses me greatly,

Especially this one little old lady,

She one time shrieked at her fur baby,

“Misty stop it!, or I’ll tell Daddy”!

Silly things like this,

Make me pleased to be stuck,

Among those forever dwelling,

In an afterlife,

Spent neither in Heaven or in Hell.

It’s not often I materialize,

As an apparition,

But when I do,

Behold,

For I am quite the vision.

I am shiny red and pretty,

With bright brown eyes,

From time to time,

I lay at the foot of a bed,

So when someone awakes,

They have a surprise.

I suppose I’ll go on,

Decade after decade,

Each day busying myself,

With charming others,

From dusk until dawn.

That Crazy Bunny

They call me Easter Rabbit,

And I’m a creature of habit,

I’m around for just a day,

But when I’m gone,

I haven’t really gone away.

Where I go,

It is a secret,

But know it’s a happy jolly place,

And when I reappear next year,

Be assured I’ll have made pretty eggs,

To fill each and every basket.

Me and the other bunnies,

Keep production flowing all year long,

At the end of a long day,

We tell each other funnies,

While passing around a bong.

To quell your curiosity,

About our residence,

It’s an operation and a home,

Kind of like the North Pole,

Except instead of Christmas,

We’ve got Easter in our souls.

Though we have similarities,

To Santa and the Elves,

Our businesses have differences,

That reflect our holiday preferences.

Carrot cake is baked in place of cookies,

We manufacture eggs instead of toys,

And though Santa’s Deer,

Are some great boys,

To teleport,

Is more my sort.

I’m not nearly as picky as Mr. Claus,

Whether you were naughty or nice,

If you celebrate Easter,

I’ll deliver you a basket,

With my own paws.

You’d think after five hundred years,

I’d be too tired to wiggle my ears,

And zoom from place to place,

On that one day out of every three-sixty-five,

It seems the whole world,

Wants to see my face,

But I never feel frazzled,

I’m happy to keep up this pace,

As long as the Earth whirls ’round.

Trail Ride

It’s a sunny day,

And I can think of no better way,

To pass the time,

Than on the back,

Of this perfect Angel of mine.

Though she’s unpredictable,

A day with her could never actually be miserable,

Today she could be totally reliable,

And do anything I ask,

Or go completely wild,

And balk at the most simple task.

No one else is invited,

It’s most peaceful like that,

We’re free to amble down the twisted tree-lined paths,

Our faces feeling the wind’s drafts,

All of the anxiety,

That day-to-day struggles can build,

When we’re out here,

It gets killed.

Hours pass like minutes out here,

We’ve brought music along,

To give us some cheer,

And save for us,

This place is bare.

These horrid times when we’re apart,

I remember days like this,

They live in my mind,

And in my heart.

Stuck in different dimensions,

Each other we miss,

But we’ll be together again,

In Heavenly bliss.

The Unfortunate Truth

Speeding down the highway,

A creep screams and shouts,

Terror threats is what he’s going on about,

Not sure how these people get brainwashed like this,

But that shit makes my blood boil,

Make my insides clench and coil.

Bible thumpers here and there,

Pushing their religions everywhere,

None agree but each one is right,

All are hypocritical,

They’re worse even than those who get all political,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

People, people everywhere,

With eyes that wander here and there,

Physically one is right beside you,

Yet in mind and heart they’re all but through,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

An organization ‘for the good of the people’,

Although they’re poisoning the food supply,

Monsanto keeps feeding their bullshit lie,

There are gullible who believe it,

They think disease epidemics and obesity,

Is such a fucking mystery,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Animal cruelty,

Where the most worthy of all creation,

Get starved and shot and beaten,

By monsters known as humans,

Somehow an eye for an eye,

Is not always the law’s reply,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Whispers shared between two,

The one it’s about,

Has not a clue,

They’re the best of ‘friends’,

‘Til his back is turned,

Then without a thought,

It’s him his friends spurn,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Humanity’s issues,

Too many to make known,

It must be wondered,

At the end of the day,

If it’s even worth hoping,

These problems might someday go away,

Evil seems bred in our bones,

Some are strong and can overcome,

But most of the population,

Is just fuckin’ dumb.

Animal Haven

A koala and a hare,

Just escaped from a zoo,

All done with sitting pretty for the tourists,

They’re headed to the redwood forest.

Among these giant trees,

There is a secret society,

It’s only known to animals,

They’ve been smart and kept it private.

In Eureka,

Off of Highway 101,

Amid all the coniferous branches,

They will reach the portal,

To this hidden place of fun.

Once they reach the concealed spot,

They spread open boughs and limbs,

This reveals a hidden rock,

Which they jump upon to knock.

Their eyes close and they are transported,

To an enormous meadow,

In the middle there’s a spring,

With a never-ending flow.

Here wild deer and horses,

Graze together side by side,

Bunnies and mice run around,

Feeling no need to hide.

When someone new has come,

To join this secret society,

The residents throw a party,

Called a Uniting Ceremony.

Everyone whose home is in this meadow,

Gathers ’round to greet the new arrivals,

Who then are formally welcomed,

By a big black crow.

Now they are official members,

Free to come and go,

By day they’ll hang in the Great Meadow,

Then by night they’re free to roam,

The forest full of massive timber.

No one knows how it began,

This secret society,

The how or the why that some animals,

First felt the need to hide from Man.

But so it will be,

‘Til the end of the world,

If they need an escape,

To there they’ll feel drawn,

And like this koala and this hare,

They’ll make their way there.

Valentines Day

I’m sick of bitches bitching,

They’re really grating on my nerves,

On and on they grumble,

As out of their mouths,

Crazy shit does tumble.

“I’ve got no Valentines Day date”,

“I received no candy and no flowers”,

“I’m a loser ‘cuz I’m all alone”,

These are annoying things they say,

When they piss and moan,

About this so-called holiday.

How pathetic to feel,

That single equals worthless,

All because on this day,

You were not showered with,

A ton of meaningless gifts.

Some taken bitches bitch too,

About this petty shit,

They get all agitated,

Their appetite for unimportant things is never sated.

Poor, poor her,

She was not wined and dined,

Or showered with things fine,

He did not book a getaway,

Specifically to celebrate,

This so-called holiday,

Now she’s bawling like a calf,

Hating her other half.

I’m sorry for you,

If you are the type,

That looks forward to this day,

Along with all the hype.

I’ll just sit back and relax,

And chuckle at these dim-witted quacks,

As I am of the opinion,

That there is no reason for today to be celebrated,

It’s altogether overrated.

Actually, You Suck

Mind your business,

You piece of shit,

Too bad for you,

If you don’t like it,

It’s my life to live,

And not one fuck is given,

About your opinion.

Not being traditional,

Does not warrant a pill,

I think you may just need to chill,

You are not superior,

Just stop being so bossy,

If you don’t want me to act so saucy.

My calling is not good enough,

To you it just screams trashy,

God forbid I’m unlike you,

An idiot I must be,

Since I’m lacking your degree,

I guess that must mean,

I could never be ‘perfect’ like you,

You’re just so fuckin’ classy.

You assume yourself a saint,

For choosing silence over sound,

On your temper you put a restraint,

Your logic says you appear angelic,

For leaving opinions unsaid,

But I see through this false front you paint,

I see that you’re a prick.

I have a problem,

It must be solved with option A or option B,

You insist I should be just like you,

By choosing option C,

But C does not exist for me,

And behind closed doors,

I know your life does not flow smoothly,

Like the false front you paint,

For outsiders to see.

A loser you say,

You have this,

I do not have that,

I can see what you’ve got,

You forget I am not blind,

And I can use my own mind,

Here that thing is just not wanted,

And to me that ‘awesome’ thing,

It’s just stupid shit,

So be mad,

Feel hate,

I know all about,

The false front that you paint.

What I have my hands have earned,

How it’s spent will be my choice,

As will be anything you hear,

Uttered by my voice,

I do not strive to be a saint,

And a false front I will not paint.

Do not expect my sympathy,

Next time Karma comes a-knocking,

You talk shit about me,

When I have a calamity,

I like seeing the tables turned,

Maybe you’ll wake up with newfound empathy.

Eternal Mouse

I am Mandy Mouse,

And this is such a lovely house,

Though I’m unknown to my host,

To her,

I propose a toast.

I was born a normal mouse,

The nest was deep inside a log,

That lay on the outskirts,

Of a squishy smelly bog.

Being the black sheep of that horde,

I had brothers and sisters,

Who all thought that they were Lord.

Of this I soon grew bored,

So I left behind that log,

As well as that squishy smelly bog,

And that was when I scored.

I was ambling along,

Humming me a real sweet song,

When a cat jumped down from a tree,

Landing right in front of me.

I made a rapid turn,

Moving swiftly to my right,

Hoping to avoid,

A disastrous fight.

Good fortune was with me,

For then I did see,

Maybe a foot or so ahead,

A rodent-sized hole,

At the base of that tree.

So I made a beeline,

And avoided that feline,

And though I sensed it following me,

There was no way,

For it to get into that tree.

I’m sure that kitty thought he was scary,

But in here I was relaxed,

And free of any worry.

As my eyes regulated to the darkness,

I spied a pretty plant,

A force seemed to compel me to it,

I could see it was special,

Even from afar,

And with the light being so scant.

I walked slowly to this plant,

That stupid cat forgotten,

Then true to my kind,

I stood quiet as a mouse,

All the while the phrase ‘I need to eat it’,

Kept running through my mind.

It seemed a shame to devour,

Such an appealing flower,

But at last I could resist no more.

I ate that pretty flower,

With its pink polka dots and neon leaves,

Then I fell in a heap,

And went to sleep.

Upon awakening,

I could not believe my eyes,

Oh my God,

Just look at my size!

To my delight,

I was magnified times ten,

Maybe even more,

I now weighed pounds instead of ounces,

It would seem I’m now big enough to wear flounces.

As I lay there imagining,

Me in fetching clothes and ribbons,

There to me a fairy appeared,

And though she looked to be ever so good,

My, this was getting weird!

She opened her mouth and said pleasantly,

“You are now big enough,

To not always be prey,

You will always live to see,

Another day”.

After saying these words,

With a poof she was gone,

Leaving me to ponder,

If she was the fairy she seemed,

Or a disguised evil spawn.

By now that horrid feline was long gone,

It was time I stirred and rose to my feet,

Though I knew not,

My exact destination,

I was aware that wherever it was,

My previous life would certainly be beat.

So up I got,

Then like magic,

The rodent-sized hole,

Opened up to accommodate,

My new size,

And then out I went,

Assuming my walk,

Under the clear blue skies.

On and on I went,

Until at last I came upon a settlement,

Too small to be a metropolis,

But bigger than a town,

And presently I got a feeling,

This is where I should settle down.

I stayed along the fringes,

Foraging for food,

While waiting on sundown,

When it would be safe,

For a jumbo mouse,

To go looking for a house.

My belly full of food,

I was in such a jolly mood,

On my way to the residential quarter,

Passing through the heart of the city,

I noticed a store,

Selling clothes that could make me feel pretty.

It was time to get some flounces,

And sturdy shoes to walk the miles,

I’d go in and find some styles,

That would work for me.

This magic thing was great,

Just as I began to contemplate,

How I’d get into a closed store,

In the wall appeared a me-sized door.

Once inside I went from rack to rack,

Putting things inside a sack,

Pretty dresses, hats, and walking shoes,

All this stuff for free,

Was a deal too good to refuse.

I left that place through the magic door,

Feeling proud and dressed so smartly,

I lifted the sack,

Onto my back,

And when I took a last glance,

Over my shoulder,

That magic door,

Was no more.

It was looking like,

That fairy was for real,

She was no evil spawn,

That flower granted me,

The gifts of magic powers,

And life eternally.

I next hit up a bakery,

Adding goodies to my sack,

After that a grocery store,

Where nuts and fruits and vegetables,

Were then put into the pack.

I then headed to the zone,

Where people make their homes,

In search of the perfect place,

To start my never-ending years,

Somewhere free of anything,

That might cause me tears.

I passed first some condominiums,

Another mile and I saw a trailer park,

Still farther on was a fancy gated community,

But none of these gave me a feeling,

That they were the place for me.

So still on and on I wandered,

Until I came upon this house,

Entirely perfect for a mouse.

It’s this place I now reside,

An old fashioned kind of dwelling,

A big, big farm,

That immediately captivated me with its charm.

I use my magic powers,

To sneak from room to room,

Sometimes I go outside,

And look around with pride,

At this lovely place,

This place where I reside,

Though no one knows my face.

A couple years I’ve been here now,

It’s owned by a Grand Lady,

Who was born in Haiti.

Unknowingly crumbs drop at her feet,

And the minute she’s gone,

They are mine to eat.

Everything I’ll ever need is here,

This Lady from Haiti provides for me well,

I live like a queen,

While remaining unseen.

When outside I snack,

There’s animal feed aplenty,

I’ve never a need,

To store food in my pack.

I bathe in the pond,

With the ducks I’ve formed a bond,

And when I get weary,

Of the same ol’ same ol’,

I take a midnight stroll,

I head into the city,

And come back with stacks,

Of new clothes in a sack.

I am Mandy Mouse,

I live the high life now,

Thanks to this Lady from Haiti,

Though she does not know,

That she is my host,

To her,

I propose a toast.