Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[Quixilated]

she will not be prey
to high-five mega fauna--
she'll not be consumed


all mega fauna 
disappear one too-bright day  
consumed by stardust

[Tiger the Lion]

all mega fauna 
disappear one too-bright day  
consumed by stardust


apex predators
wait at the watering holes
for our thirst, not theirs

[TranquillityBase]

apex predators
wait at the watering holes
for our thirst, not theirs

predators of thirst
hoard empty green glass bottles 
filling them with stones

[Quixilated]

predators of thirst
hoard empty green glass bottles 
filling them with stones


only a stone’s throw 
into the woods the old gods
hoard hunger and thirst

[ambrosial revelation]

only a stone’s throw 
into the woods the old gods
hoard hunger and thirst


twins -
throwing stones
at the Siamese cat

[Mark A Becker]

twins -
throwing stones
at the Siamese cat

claw slashes bleeding
looked nearly identical-
the dog looked amused

[brynmawr1]

claw slashes bleeding 
looked nearly identical-
the dog looked amused


happily barking
at the nothing of the dark-
still morning glories

[Tiger the Lion]

happily barking
at the nothing of the dark-
still morning glories


morning glory
as happy in light rain
as heavy sun

[brynmawr1]

morning glory
as happy in light rain
as heavy sun


humid morning dew
going to be a hot one-
the new September

[Tiger the Lion]

humid morning dew
going to be a hot one-
the new September


humid September
hot dogs and cold Mountain Dew-
kids play in sprinkler

[Quixilated]

humid September
hot dogs and cold Mountain Dew-
kids play in sprinkler


dew on the mountain 
levitates with spectral grace
autumn’s masquerade

[TranquillityBase]

dew on the mountain 
levitates with spectral grace
autumn’s masquerade


“cloud over mountain
mountain over cloud”, moment
of true autumn grace

[Wjames]

“cloud over mountain
mountain over cloud”, moment
of true autumn grace

autumn clouds
the maples red,
birds fear blood

[Tiger the Lion]

autumn clouds
the maples red,
birds fear blood


clouds like red maples
sailors take shots of whiskey
pass out in crow's nest

[Quixilated]

clouds like red maples
sailors take shots of whiskey
pass out in crow's nest

  
maple trees on tap
red-apple branches hang low
crows harvest fall corn

[rayheinrich]

maple trees on tap
red-apple branches hang low
crows harvest fall corn

"Texas Red he loves whiskey and guns
And his barbecue's measured in tons
Texas crows are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic"
Her excuse as she bedded its sons

Dang it Quix!
I had this one ready to go:

clouds like red maples
sailors take shots of whiskey
pass out in crow's nest

"You know Texas loves whiskey and guns
And it's barbecue's measured in tons
It's clouds are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic"
Her excuse as she bedded its sons

Then you just had to pop in here and throw me a curveball.

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"Texas Red he loves whiskey and guns
And his barbecue's measured in tons
Texas crows are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic"
Her excuse as she bedded its sons


There was once an old piglet from Texas
Who followed Leanne to this nexus
He will try to amuse
And not too much abuse
Until Father Time she* comes and wrecks us



*

Cuz Father Time's quite the transsexual

[Quixilated]

Dang it Quix! 

  I’m a sneaky little piggy, quick on the draw and running from the law …

Sorry, Ray.  I didn’t mean to steal.  Welcome back by the way.  It’s been far too long.  

I’m not sure which of your three poems to respond to, so I’m going to extend the challenge to all and sundry.  The winner will be nominated “bravest piggy” through the rest of September.  If I win, I get the title through October because of fine print and dibs.

Texas Red he loves whiskey and guns
And his barbecue's measured in tons 
Texas crows are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic" 
Her excuse as she bedded its sons 

There was once an old piglet from Texas
Who followed Leanne to this nexus
He will try to amuse
And not too much abuse
Until Father Time she* comes and wrecks us

You know Texas loves whiskey and guns
And it's barbecue's measured in tons 
It's clouds are gigantic
It's cowboys romantic" 
Her excuse as she bedded its sons 

[Quixilated]

Father Time hung her clouds up to dry
in the warmth of dawn’s whiskey-red sky,
then dipped down to Texas,
ate piggies for breakfast
with barbecued Thursdays on rye.

I waited 4 hours. I thought it was longer than that, but it turns out it wasn't.  Still. Y’all had your chance.   

[rayheinrich]

Father Time hung her clouds up to dry
in the warmth of dawn’s whiskey-red sky,
then dipped down to Texas,
ate piggies for breakfast
with barbecued Thursdays on rye.


The Father of Time had a marvelous chime;
Once each year it would sound on the dime.
But a problem she found
Had to do with the sound;
It lured bugs up your nose they would climb.

[Mark A Becker]

The Father of Time had a marvelous chime;
Once each year it would sound on the dime.
But a problem she found
Had to do with the sound;
It lured bugs up your nose they would climb.

Ole father time had a mistress,
sometimes one for each solstice-
from winter he’d spring
for summer to sing-
equinoxes often disastrous