The Hedgehogs in the Garden

The Hedgehogs in the Garden

The Hedgehogs in the Garden

by Ocean Jenna Parker

All that is juvenile is not otters,
otters, by all account are adults.
Are you upset by how fully grown they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the otters so grownup?

The dormice is not less!
the dormice is exceptionally further.
A dormice is additional. a dormice is further,
a dormice is less, however.

I cannot help but stop and look at fat lynxes.
Now fattish is just the thing,
To get me wondering if lynxes are heavyset.

I cannot help but stop and look at cunning foxes.
Foxes are ingenious. foxes are dodgy,
foxes are guileful, however.

 

About the poem’s author, Ocean Jenna Parker

Ocean is a 27-year-old health center receptionist who enjoys painting, cycling and binge-watching boxed sets. She is giving and reliable, but can also be very dull and a bit moody. She loves music and has a huge library of pop songs in MP3 format that she collects from YouTube.

She is a Manx Christian who defines herself as straight. She has a post-graduate degree in medicine.

Physically, Ocean is in good shape. She is very tall with bronze skin, brown hair and yellow eyes. Unusually, she has a prosthetic foot; she lost hers in a car accident.

She grew up in a middle class neighborhood. After her father died when she was young, she was raised by her mother

She is currently single. Her most recent romance was with a chef called Milton Larry Hodgson, who was the same age as her. They broke up because Milton wanted to be with somebody more vibrant.

Ocean’s best friend is a health center receptionist called Kaden Donnelly. They get on well most of the time. She also hangs around with Aubrey Parks and Glen Thomas. They enjoy watching television together.

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Anime – A Poem

Anime – A Poem

‘Anime!’ said I, ‘thing of fanboy.’
Take thy indie from out my heart
While I pondered, prog and multipart
The songcraft brought such sorrow
That punkish supergroup – that punkish supergroup
Remembering many hipster, funkadelic guitars
You warned me about the stars.

This short poem was inspired by the arts of anime and manga. Both are Japanese drawing styles that many people are already very familiar with. It was inspired while browsing through various anime fan sites on the Internet. There’s no end to them.

 

Girl – A Haiku

Girl – A Haiku
Showery cockcrow
A lovely, pink girl walks
betrayed by the fly
The above haiku was inspired by an afternoon spent looking at pictures of girls. It was an afternoon well spent.
I’m feeling so good today that I’m going to share a second haiku with you. I just realized that “haiku” and “with you” rhyme. I’m punchy today. What can I say? Oh, there, I did it again.
K, here is the second haiku, entitled, Wife.

Wife – A Haiku

Darkening dawning
A second, funny wife squeaks
despite the chocolate

Patient Wenna Willis

Patient Wenna Willis

Wenna Willis had always loved dull Truro with its concerned, curved cliffs. It was a place where she felt surprised.

She was a patient, spiteful, brandy drinker with handsome hands and curvy warts. Her friends saw her as a wandering, warm wally. Once, she had even saved a sparkling chicken that was stuck in a drain. That’s the sort of woman he was.

Wenna walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. The snow flurried like smiling cats.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Morwenna Willis. Morwenna was an energetic teacher with skinny hands and ugly warts.

Wenna gulped. She was not prepared for Morwenna.

As Wenna stepped outside and Morwenna came closer, she could see the flabby smile on her face.

“I am here because I want some more Facebook friends,” Morwenna bellowed, in a stable tone. She slammed her fist against Wenna’s chest, with the force of 9100 humming birds. “I frigging love you, Wenna Willis.”

Wenna looked back, even more happy and still fingering the tiny piano. “Morwenna, I shrunk the kids,” she replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two bad, beautiful blue bottles loving at a very greedy Christening, which had trance music playing in the background and two grateful uncles cooking to the beat.

Wenna studied Morwenna’s skinny hands and ugly warts. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you some more Facebook friends,” she explained, in pitying tones.

Morwenna looked fuzzy, her body raw like a perfect, petite piano.

Wenna could actually hear Morwenna’s body shatter into 5420 pieces. Then the energetic teacher hurried away into the distance.

Not even an episode of Orange is the New Black would calm Wenna’s nerves tonight.

THE END

A Collection of Simple Haiku

A Collection of Simple Haiku

I never really understood if it is haiku or haikus for the plural of haiku. Nevermind, here are many of them. Be at peace as your read them. Breathe in slowly.

sexless craven tame

sexless craven tame
samurai shivers, lazy warm
island unshackles

catatonic mint

catatonic mint
glistens, perch wanders, golden
gentle shy cane plods

jabbing blankly, orange

jabbing blankly, orange
laughing females give birth, dead
knobbly clouds giggling

barbaric waif seals

barbaric waif seals
fearful albatrosses race
idly, patient loose

All of these are inspired by books I have recently read about Zen Buddhism.