The tarantula built
a web in the upper-left corner of my patio;
she weaved it perfectly as Antonio
rose on his wobbling feet to reach it.
That boy didn't know that
spiders get vicious and suddenly bite
when someone tries to grab them for spite,
and Antonio tried to pull it down with a tiny twig...
no, it didn't work, so he tried again with a long stick;
oh, once a garden spider got stuck into his mom's wig!
" Antonio, put it down,
before it crawls onto your skin! "
The spider will bite you on the cheek
and you'll be doing the Tarantula Dance! "
I yelled by taking the stick away from him with extreme force.
" No, I like that spider...that's the one I want to keep! "
He rebelled with a grin, transforming himself into a beast.
" OK, you can keep it, but remember spiders creep! "
I warned him and told him to wear a mask and just peak.
The tarantula built a web where rain or storms
never soaked it, and scorching sun rays
never melted it...how laborious she was in summer's long days!
We watched it going to and fro searching for food for her little one
as we took daily videos and had fun watching them!
After all, I realized that a spider is not dangerous...if left alone;
and Antonio kept his distance by warning other boys
that trying to catch a tarantula is a very dangerous game!
To wear a thong in public...
Not much chance of that...
Unless your the type...
That gets invited back...
For unlike the summer months...
What's there to show...
I myself...put it on the shelf...
As like most you know...
To thong in public...
That's a life time ago...
A little more to hide...
Even in summer time...
To wear a thong in public...
Not much chance of that...
When summer comes ..... I want to swim naked in the lake
and I want you to be with me ....... come and join ...
it is delicious ...........
A-L Andresen :)
- I was given a challenge: * A poem in only 25 words
- Use the words: * Summer - Naked - Delicious
* like it / not like it :)
It happened so many years ago
I remember it like today
The sun was hot you had to know
When Granny went swimming I say
Now Granny's eyes had a twinkle
She was loved by one and all
Not ashamed of any wrinkle
Trouble walking since her fall
So the two o us we helped her
Walk into the water so blue
And as we mad the water stir
What would happen no one knew
Now Granny was a show off
She had a trick or two
We stood back just far enough
To see what she can do
Granny did a perfect front roll
In water never the less
When up she came it took a toll
She was in a great big mess
For Granny had no teth at all
She lost them with her trick
The grand kids laughed they had to crawl
While the adults were queasy and sick
Diving and diving we kept it up
We had to find those teeth
A Grand Kid using a discarded cup
Found those teeth in water beneath
Now as I walk that beach today
Those memories keep coming
Of the day that Granny lost her teeth
And the fun we had in sunning
True story. We love and miss Granny.
June 8th, 2013.
I woke up in a Saturday Morning
sleeping in too late.
It is a little boring
this is the mood I really hate.
I missed all of my favorite cartoons
its now 11 o'clock.
Maybe I should play with my harpoon
but I know I'll just be told to stop.
While I'm writing this poem
my brother comes up to me and says hey.
Then I go to my friends home
and that is what makes my Saturday.
Goodbye sweet friend it's time to go,
Don't act as if you did not know.
Now is the chance for me to show,
You have become my greatest foe
I'm leaving you at dawn.
Remember when we used to be
Like peas in a pod, you and me?
Now all I want is to be free
It's time I'm moving on.
The sun awoke to bless my sky,
Wind has given me wings to fly,
I'm feeling so free, I cannot lie
Turning I whisper one last goodbye,
As I'm leaving you at dawn.
Today has become my greatest test...
Find a field where my seed shall rest
Till when next year I'm a Dandelion pest.
That's why I'm moving on.
Written for Anthony Slausen’s Contest Moving On
a kiss of sunshine
pouty crimson horizon
THE GUINEA BOOK-PIG
At four she was a guinea pig
For a rising college geek
‘Cause the kid was talkative
Perfect brain to take a peek
So the testing started there
Little questions never ended
Hungry little mind was bright
Former life was now suspended
Didn’t jazz and didn’t play
Let her mournful dogs run wild
Didn’t swing and didn’t climb
Became a different, sober child
Read newspapers, wanted more
‘who is what and what is why’
Annoyed the neighbors and her cats
‘tell me how to testify!’
Reading things beyond her years
‘here’s a book, now zip it up’
No one paid attention what--
So she read to fill her cup
In the summer age of seven
Brother studied long and hard
Morte D’Arthur spent the night
Flashing with his mighty sword
Dashing all the summer long
With the heroes of the Table
Rode and battled, saved the day
Brushed her horse in Arthur’s stable
Ulysses sailed in close behind
Wicked Sirens plied their trade
Then a buddy left a Fleming
Full blown sex was then displayed
So she passed the books around
To the friends who had no sources
Little girls with Barbie dolls
played at passion and divorces
What a start to what a life
Wouldn’t have it changed a bit
But if Mother would have known
Certain she would have had a fit.
By Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
November 30, 2012
Poor Febrezio met his fate
One summer day, while on a date.
He took his gal down to the bog
To sit upon the perfect log.
They watched the stars and caught some flies
While gazing in each other’s eyes.
He crooned her with a froggy song.
She loved his voice and croaked along.
The two enjoyed the evening breeze.
Unfortunately it made him sneeze.
‘Cause that poor frog had allergies,
Which made him wheeze and shook his knees.
When he jumped left instead of right
It changed his life that summer night.
He landed smack inside a net
Where Joey caught his newest pet.
But Joey’s mom said, “Ewww, no way!”
“Please throw that slimy thing away.”
Instead that boy took it to class
And put that croaker under glass
Until he had his final date-
No log, no bog or nice frog mate.
Instead Febrezio will stay
Upon the cold dissecting tray.
By Susan Burd © 2012
tic tock a high noon sun is glaring with laughter tails dart to darkness
I've waited all year
to hear that bell ring.
When I finally hear it,
You know I will sing...
HOORAY FOR VACATION
and GET READY FOR FUN!!
I want to do nothing
(but maybe lay in the sun.)
I want to hear crickets
and bees buzzing low.
I'll weed out my garden
and watch my plants grow.
If ever I've needed a summer to rest,
this would be the summer I needed it best.
Trim prim lawns
Glistening dew drops
In the summer sun
Trim slim blades
In the summer sun
I hail you suburbia!
You who can neatly replace nature's disorder
And transform it into a methodical scheme
Of meterical dwellings and measurable property
You who is prepared for the chopping of unruly grass so green
And the bagging of it all in a plastic sack
I had just set my headphones
down when the intercom
buzzed and Ruben O’s
voice asked urgently:
“you ready man?”
I’m standing before the
multi-slide mixing board
in a studio dreamily
streaked in amber from
the track lights.
“Eagles Lyin’ Eyes man,
all six minutes and eleven
seconds. let’s go!” was
this is a conversation
between two radio deejays
at two radio stations
in the same building
in San Antonio in the eighties.
it’s nearly three
in the morning and were
both bored and wanting
a “bump” to make it
through our night owl
I crank up the monitor
in the control room
and swing the studio door
open and lock it back
so I can hear the song
play from thirty feet away.
Ruben O’ does the same
to his door across the hall.
this is what is happening
on the other side
of the microphone
in four southern states
tunes in to hear
the Eagles on KTSA
and “Karma Chameleon”
by Boy George on KTFM.
sister stations in a
clay colored building
at the end
of a 200 yard
in San Antonio, Texas.
I’m already waiting outside
the back door where the
jocks park. my foot holding
the door open.
it’s a balmy summer night
and lightning silently shimmers
in the tall clouds to the north
of the Alamo City.
You can’t hide your lyin’ eyes…
You come and go, you come and go…
our dueling aired songs play
loudly and the sound
crashes through the
still air and echoes
boomingly off the
two blocks away.
we each take hurried hits
off the moistened roach.
holding the smoke in the
lungs for a few seconds.
two hits is all I need.
I’m already feeling a little
fuzzy. Ruben O’s ready
to go too.
“screw it man, that’s good
we both sprint back
down the hallway
to our respective
such is another night
as an all-night radio
deejay at twin stations
in south Texas
on a summer night
in the eighties.
A few years ago, I went fishing,
With Larry & Don off the Jones Beach Pier,
We had no clue if the fish were biting,
But at least the day was sunny and clear.
We first stopped at the bait and tackle shop,
To pick up a batch of fresh bait,
So we put some squid on the fishing hooks,
We cast off and then began to wait.
Larry happened to be in the middle,
I was to his left, and Don to his right,
Then Don felt a tug on his line,
Whatever it was, started to put up a little fight.
Don reeled in his line all the way,
He caught something that looked kind of freakish,
It looked like half fish and half bird,
It was a Sea Robin, but at least it was a fish.
A little while later, something attached to my line,
And I felt my fishing rod start to bend,
I also ended up catching an ugly Sea Robin,
Don and I seemed to have started a trend.
The 2 of us were catching Sea Robins,
We were catching them literally left and right,
Oddly they seemed to avoid Larry’s hook,
And I could sense he was getting uptight.
The next thing I know, I had trouble with my reel,
I messed it up and felt like a jerk,
So Larry said to me, “Let’s just switch rods”,
And I will try to get yours to work.”
It wasn’t too long, while using Larry’s rod,
That I got another fish on the line,
This just added insult to injury,
I thought his frustration level would cause him to resign.
But the 3 of us had a good laugh,
We continued casting our lines in the bay,
I was hoping that Larry’s luck would turn around,
But he didn’t catch a single fish that day.
George talks about 'Them Cowgirls,"
While Willie's "Blue Eyes Are Crying In The Rain."
Tim talked about "Back Then"
And Bucky admits "It Was A Different Life."
Toby is a "Man Of His Convictions"
But Brad is "Better On Line."
Josh "Stopped Loving Her Today"
But Kenny said "She Can't Be Anything But Mine."
Does that mean one of them will have to "Walk The Line?"
Kenny says "Don't Blink"
Or you may find Tim is "Already Home."
"Tear Drops On My Guitar" has Taylor like Lambert
"Famous In A Small Town."
I arrived "Down In The Boon Docks"
Only to find Rodney was "Going Through Hell"
Rascal Flatts hit the "Long Broken Road"
Telling my Billy "You Are The Only World I Know"
Tracy Lawrence was talking to "The Keeper Of The Stars"
And Lee Greenwood was asking "God Bless The USA"
Toby Keith was bursting with pride as he said "I'm An American"
And John Michael Montgomery was busy sending "Letters From Home"
Darell Worley asks "Have You Forgotten?"
Toby Keith replies with "The Taliban Song."
"Yee Haw" hollered Jake Owens
While Steve Holy "Got A Brand New Girl Friend"
Direks says "Free And Easy Down The Road I Go."
While Tim and Faith were telling each other "I Need You."
Josh asks "Would You Go With Me"
As Dierks Bently agrees with me " Every Miles A Memory"
Kenny C. said "You Had Me From Hello"
But George prefers the "Beaches Of Old Mexico"
I saved this special song for the end.
Alabama's "Angels Among Us"
Every time I hear this song I break out in a cold sweat. Many years ago my
granddaughter Mariah in Casper, Wy was attending the summer camp, on
Casper Mountain, for her boys and girls group. This group included handicapped
children. Friday afternoon the children presented a program for the parents. It
was magnificent. The children helped the handicapped children get on and off of
the stage for their part in the program. The finally began with all of the children on
stage. They played Alabama's song "Angels Among Us" but the children all
preformed it in sign language. There was not a dry eye in the audience. A well
deserved ending to a successful summer camp.
God Bless, Cile