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Details | Blank verse | |


Fall and
red yellowing 
leaves in the trees
an old man sitting 
on a bench
watches them 
and thinks of his youth
a youth 
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling 
red yellowing leaves
and goggles 
the future 
of trees

Details | Free verse | |

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again


Details | Senryu | |

Is it Spring Yet?

The March madness ends
I am just an April fool
looking for sunshine

Details | Haiku | |


Must make haste
Time for "waste"

Details | Senryu | |

When a Man Loves a Woman: A Male Black Widow's Perspective

Gladly would I die
for your love, my dear...No! Wait!
Just kidding! Just kid...

For Andrea's 'Show me the funny' contest

Details | Rhyme | |

A World of Laughs

Look around,embrace life,smile,
Even if it's only once in a while,
Gods' world,acres of entertainment,
Learn to laugh,enjoy your environment,
Umbrellas out,the birds are soaring,
Two parrots pecking,so adoring,
The king of water,angry river roaring,
Water racing each other,raindrops pouring,
Snake shaking his rattler,rumba girls luring,
Woodpecker sharing knock,knock jokes,ohh so boring,
Visa-card in his poach,kangaroo touring,
Owl seeking more wisdom,bird brain storing,
More hay over here,horses neighing,
Green,green pastures,the donkeys are braying,
Twenty four-sevens,happy hens are laying,
Do you catch the drift,of what I'm saying,
Now open your eyes,see what I'm talking about,
Hope it put a smile on your face,
Or pulled a laugh from your mouth....

Details | Rhyme | |

When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.

While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.

Details | Couplet | |

Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd

                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun

                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry

                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat

                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers

                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates

                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues

Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet

Details | Rhyme | |

O' possum

O' possum O' possum
Sleep the day away
Await the setting of the sun
before you go and play

As the dusk arrives at last
Awake and stretch your paws
Don't clamber from your tree too fast
Hang tightly with your claws

The brown team 'v' the greys
Its football night you see
they'll use a melon for a ball
with a ring tailed referee

The match is quite a tussle
both teams are very strong
The crowd sit up in the trees
And Hisses them along

A possum breaks loose from the pack
Towards the goal he's bound
The goalie take a single look
Then plays dead upon the ground	

The melon bounces of the post
A dustbin crashes to the ground
The crowd invades with fever pitch 
To look in and see what's found

Details | Rhyme | |

Give A Man A Sea-Kitten

Give a man a sea-kitten,
And you feed him for a day.
Teach a man how to sea-kitten,
And PETA will make him pay.

I guess there isn’t much to say,
We’re gonna eat them either way,
Because the message here being conveyed
Does not have to do with fish per se.

Instead we feel the need to build
A foundation where we can rest our guilt.
Or where we can sway, or push, or tilt
The basis of sanity. And watch it wilt.

Humans are actually land-dodos.
A tree is also a green-giraffe.
But no name we will ever sow
Will ever cease to make me laugh.

I mean, how bored do you have to be
In a world with war and disease uprising
To stop what you’re doing and decide: “Here see,
Fish are in trouble. Start compromising.”?

Man is the measure of these extents.
The apex of idiocy slips his mind,
And thus he chooses to invent
Another means to thwart mankind.

We’re defending the rights of things we need.
Things we need for survival, like skin.
And in our greed we fail to read
The paradox lying herein and within.
Among all the things that humans bleed for,
Nothing more imbecilic has ever been,
Than renaming the fish of which we feed
Into something like sea-kitten.

“And then Jesus blessed the sea-kittens,
He broke the bread and divided it amongst 5000 people.”

Details | Limerick | |

Don't Disturb The Hive

Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap 
Try to stay on your running feet 
Honey in the hive 
The bees are alive 
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!

Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart

Details | Burlesque | |

Satan in my Bowels

Satan in my bowels
All I can say is 'ow'
Cringing and churning
My biscuits are burning
I’m praying for relief
Some sort of lanolin leaf
Wondering why I wasn’t born
Before the devil had horns 
Squatting in the bush
Mourning my tortured tush
Asking when trees portend
Charmin is our friend
So if you hear me cry
Shouting Jalapenos must die
Remember that camping is fun
Except when nature’s on the run

Details | Rhyme | |

Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods

Details | Rhyme | |


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 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!

Details | Ballad | |

Epitaph to a Happy Mosquito

T'was a warm summer's day, when I took to the trail,
to cruise that old black spruce, way down in the swale.

A gallon of bug dope was strapped on my hip,
which I figured would last me for most of the trip.

Down through the sphagnum I plowed like a moose,
a huffin' and puffin' and spittin' my snoose.

Then off in the distance, I heard a faint roar,
like B-29's coming home from the war.

The sky clouded over, so you barely could see,
"They're mosquitoes! "I cried, and they're coming for me.

They flew by me once and past me again,
a-flexing their stingers, before they moved in.

I grabbed for my bug dope and spread it on thick,
just hopin' and prayin', it would do the trick.

They came at me fiercely and punctured my hide,
But before they could drink much, they dropped off and died.

I thought to myself, "What type of bug dope is this?"
The mosquitoes all had smiles on, as they lay there in bliss.

After checking the label, I saw my mistake,
t'was the 100 proof whiskey, that Uncle Jake makes.

Details | I do not know? | |


A bird/bee with head-mug, on one side of fence, tail/wump on other.

A mugwump sitting on a fence,
smug as he can be.
His mug was writting a reference,
and his wump was hanging free.

When mugwump would lift his head,
a flight he tried to make.
When he flapped his wings o'lead,
his wump got stuck in the gate.

Mugwump is a mighty mess,
hanging from that rail.
As a pilot he forgot to test,
the windsock for the gusty gale.

If a situation should arise,
where you think he's gotton free.
It wouldn't be good to surmise,
that mugwumps are great big bees.

If you consort with bees and birds,
the words should set you free.
But, if you don't watch your words,
a mugwump, you will turn out to be.

Details | Prose Poetry | |


I stepped out on my lawn tonight
To catch a breath or two
Of cool night air when with a blare
An Owl questioned "Who?".

"Well, it is I", was my reply
"And now, just who are you?"
Then in a short he did report 
Again with that same "Who". 

"You", I said, "Is who", I said
With some authority
"Now who are thee, up in that tree?"
And "Who" again said he. 

"Oh! Now I see, when uttered thee
From high up in that tree
'Who' was thy introduction
And not a question be. 

So, Who is you and I am me. 
I'm glad we talked this out. 
Come again my feathered friend
You're welcome here about."

Details | Personification | |

Oliver Thinks

"Why," thought the cat,
"can I see through the glass,
but when I try to go through it,
it won't let me pass?"

"There are bugs out there,"
the cat thought to himself,
"yet to them, I'm as dull as
a book on a shelf!"

The cat shook his head,
"This is really too much!
There's two squirrels in the yard
and a bird in the brush."

"How much fun it would be,"
with a mew he announced,
"to hunt and to stalk and then
gracefully pounce."

"Why, I'd shake them until
their necks were broke!
Maybe then," mused the cat,
"I'd be more than a joke."

"They'd be amazed by my prowess,"
he thought with a sigh,
"I'd torture them slowly and
they'd wonder why,"

"they never realized that
I was a threat,
while completely ignoring me
like I was their pet."

"I'd show them," he growled
as he laid on the sill,
"with them in my tummy,
I'd savor the kill."

"They'd show some respect,"
he thought with a yawn,
"I'd shown them who's king
of this yard and this lawn."

Head full of adventure,
he fell fast asleep,
safe in his house,
with plenty to eat.

Details | Rhyme | |

Oggwool Fleece

In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock

Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.

The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.

Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will 
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.

From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide

He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)

He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds

Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece

The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!

Details | Cowboy | |


Up in Colorado, in the forests of Pikes Peak
A cranky critters conference was held just this week
It was led by a mouse, 3 legs, whiskerless & without tail
"Against a common foe!" He said "We must Unite! We must prevail!"

He hobbled out to the edge of the woods & pointed toward a house
In that house, I once lived a good life, a young & healthy mouse
Then one day the rancher's wife decided she'd had enough
I will say she is a worthy adversary, Mercy she was tough!

He looked around at all the critters, weasel, skunk & squirrel
& said "I hate to admit it but I was bested by a girl!"
Its true, I escaped alive but she got her trophies, too
For I left my tail, paws & whiskers stuck there in her glue 

The squirrel spoke up in a streetwise Brando voice
I'll accept the challenge! For this mission, I am the best choice!
I know this lady well, having enjoyed seeds & nuts out on her deck
I am not afraid of her & will show her we deserve respect

So the squirrel plotted & waited until the time was right
He saw his chance & took it while in the birds she took delight
He scampered up a pine tree & scurried out on to a branch
While she was distracted with a phone call & a pretty bird, he seized his chance

He took a flying leap, landing square on her blond head
Taking great delight in her squeals of surprise & dread
He then let loose with a torrent of the defecation sort
"That's for all the dead & walking wounded!" was his parting retort
The moral of this story, for one there must be
Is be mindful of avenging squirrels when you sit beneath a tree 

Details | Ballad | |

The Undersized Lunker

The dawn was approaching, not a breath of air blew,
And the bass should be bitin', at the edge of the slough.

I gathered my tackle and shoved in the boat,
Not knowing whether, the blamed thing would float.

A pull on the kicker, got old Betsy churnin',
To the home of the large-mouth, for which i'd been yearnin'.

The boat snaked on through, the lily-pad carpet,
Toward an old sunken log, as black as a tarpit.

Don't ask me how, but I knew he'd be there,
Just awaitin' to be pulled, from his watery lair.

With a flick of the wrist, the lure sped toward the log,
Which stuck from the water, at the edge of the bog.

The silence was shattered, as the bass took the bait.
You could see in his eyes, the feeling of hate.

I had him hooked firmly, in the side of the lip,
And he couldn't get loose, no matter how he should flip.

I guessed that he'd weigh, no less than twelve pounds,
For he was straining my tackle, beyond all its' bounds.

An hour went by, but he fought just as strong.
He had to give in, 'cause I couldn't last long.

Finally the old lunker, turned on it's side,
And slid in the net, with mouth opened wide.

But after I weighed him, I found to my plight,
He'd lost over ten pounds, during this long and hard fight!

Details | Free verse | |

The Valley of Desolation

I didn’t see a mammoth on my walk today
I don’t think any mammoths saw me
But the rocks did
The rocks had seen the mammoths
The rocks saw me
And, before the mammoths
They remember the winter when the glaciers came
And scoured the moors
And gouged the valleys
And deposited the rocks themselves
Where I saw them today
Sleeping in the sun
Dreaming of those mammoths and those early men
I wonder what they thought of me?

Note: Valley of Desolation, Wharfedale, Yorkshire, UK

Details | I do not know? | |


Way down yonder, beyond the barn,
In that soggy, muddy old bog,
In a small and crowded, murky pool,
Lived gloomy Tad, the pollywog.  
One of the things that made young Tad
Resentful and unhappy,
Was the very simple fact that he
Looked nothing like his pappy.
And, you know, he also didn't look
A great deal like his mamma.
What this pollywog resembled most
Was a chubby, little comma.
And the safest place--to say the least--
Was not that shrinking pool,
Where one well might be ingested
By some poor misguided fool.
Then one day Tad got so fed up
With his principal place of abode,
That he grew some legs, left the pond,
And became a happy toad.

Details | I do not know? | |


Most people are crazy about flowers,
Whether grown from cuttings or seeds.
They can talk of their beauty for hours,
But no one says anything nice about  weeds.
And out in the garden, the veggies
Enjoy far more care than they need,
But along the highways and hedges,
The world has no time for the poor, lowly weed.
That's why I hate work in the garden.
It's not that I'm lazy, indeed,
I would really enjoy the labor,
But it's cruel to pull those poor weeds.

Details | Chastushka | |

The Paradox of Fall

Fall arrives today, still clad in green,
Clear skies of impossible blue
Presage the riot of color to come;
Hot reds and golds, yet bitter cold - whom to sue?

Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst

Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

My nightmare is so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.

Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)

Details | Haiku | |


Roses for you!

petals all over
sexy, sexy as can be
press the flesh tonight

my roses are black, 
did I forget the water 
dry flower bed!!

my roses are red, 
give me a kiss, sweet as you
potion pucker lips

flowers for the dead
roses running through my head
zombies are blue.

ouch! ouch! prickly thorns 
rose blood, falling all around, 
snake under my bed

I did not mean it
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
here have 2 roses

baby bash, ice cream
only In America
roses in demand 


Details | Haiku | |

Orange you Glad to be---an Orange---

     Contract Delete

Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------


"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ta'days father's day!" 

© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Free verse | |

My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Details | Rhyme | |

The Sport of Fishing

They say that fishing is a sport,
but who wants to compete with a fish?
These small, slimy swimmers
often end up as someone's main dish.
The fish's pea sized brain
is usually fooled by store bought bait.
The only problem for the fisherman
is how long his patience must wait.
A fishing rod and decorated hook
lures the brainless victim to its death.
After its fins slap the human skin,
the fisherman brags with every breath.
A cold blooded fish's defeat
means little on the scoreboard of life.
If fishing is meant to be a sport,
why are the losers chopped up with a knife?

Details | Rhyme | |

Ode to a Toad in the Commode

One morning Dee woke to find the most unusual toad
Perched o’er the water line in the “bowels” of her commode
She put on gloves and sought to catch the elusive creature
But no matter how hard Dee tried, she just couldn’t reach her

So to the local newspaper, Dee wrote for assistance
A letter to the editor described Dee’s persistence
To her shock, the letter appeared the very next day
With her email below it for helpful hints to convey

Nearly seventy emails made their way to Dee’s inbox
Suggestions aplenty on how this critter to outfox
Some offered to come to Dee’s house and catch the motley toad
A biologist warned, “It can’t swim; don’t flush the commode!”

Dee lived very privately and wanted no strange house guests
So she declined “in-person” offers to pursue this quest
By day the toad managed to slip out of Dee’s gentle grasp
At night Dee reached for a toothbrush, felt a slithery clasp

The toad she called Todd was quickly escorted out the door
Although the potential for warts, Dee certainly abhorred
Newspaper staff got a kick out of Dee’s predicament
They called the next day to find out how her efforts had went

To all of the kind emailers Dee wrote of her success
But the public’s interest Dee was unable to suppress
So she wrote another letter, proclaiming, “The toad’s gone”
Concern for this toad was a noteworthy phenomenon

Beneath Dee’s letter describing Todd’s new outdoor abode
Was a cartoon and an ode to the toad in her commode

*Believe it or not, this is true!!!  Happened to me when I lived in a wooded area.
A helpful biologist said it was a "tree toad" and couldn't swim.

Details | Rhyme | |

First Day In December

                             I woke up this morning to a white glow
                        Outside it has dropped a white blanket of snow
                             I want to make a snowman named Joe
                   He shall have a red hat on, he becomes easy to know
                                It's cold and it's starting to blow
                           I rush into my house, it's cold on my toe

A-L  Andresen :)

Details | Haiku | |

naked roses

naked roses
—on daddy’s laptop,

Details | Etheree | |

Farm Walk

Looking out the barn door in our back yard
I watched a deer run through our cow field,
acting like cow pies were mine fields.
He appeared not to like cows
and seemed to plug his nose
by lifting fat lips
to block nostrils
from smelling
to much
seemed too
for this fine beast.
He kept on running
lips flapping in the air
making funny bubbly sounds,
purposely or not, I'm not sure
But one thing I do know for certain.
This was the strangest deer I've ever seen.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Double Reverse Etheree

Details | Haiku | |

Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten

{ Christmas }

Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All

Details | Burlesque | |

Adam & Eve Inventory Accountants

Adam was an 
acceptable accountant
And Eve a bubblingly 
bright bookkeeper;
Adam loved the 
First-In, First-Out
Accounting (FIFO) system, 
While Eve preferred 
The Last-In, First-Out
Inventory (LIFO) system;  
Together they testified that
Inventoried sweet fruit 
should neither 
Sits and spoil 
nor go to the 
Garden wastebasket 

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Hoot Owl

Big-eyed hoot owl perched in a tree,
hunting for prey while eyeing me.
He swooped down swiftly and caught a mouse,
flew up and landed on the eave of my house.
Old hooty owl quickly ate the vile little beast,
burped once loudly, then glided off slowly due east.
Wise Mr. Owl will return late tomorrow evening,
perch up high in the same darn tree and give me a warning
by turning his swiveling head 180 degrees all of the way backwards,
giving me a wild-eyed wink and dropping on my sidewalk a couple of turds.

Details | Triolet | |

Falling Snow

Outside the snow is falling
The children are sleighing
Sometimes they start snowballing
Outside the snow is falling
“Dinner is served”, their Mom is calling
The children don’t hear what she’s saying
Outside the snow is falling
The children are sleighing!

Details | Acrostic | |

Buzzing Bee

My ears are buzzing
Carefully I listen
Keep still I say
Entangled is a bee
I chuckle to myself
Ending the life of the bee.

Details | Free verse | |


I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore

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The Owl

Hey there Owl sitting up in that tree,
What are you doing looking down at me?
So with a quick little wink and a short little sigh,
that old Owl just replied,
Well I don't see any mice or rabbits or bears ,
no Eagles or Hawks or Robins, any where.
No Deer or Elk or even a Moose,
So then; yes Mr. Owl I was speaking to you.
That old owl just turned his head,
looked the other way and calmly said;
So with a bit of disgust I started again,
naming off animals, and  even some kin,
I don't see an Elephant or a Zebra or even a  laughing Hyena,
I don't see my brother or sister or even Aunt Myrtle,
Why I don't even see a slow crawling Turtle.
That old Owl turned his head about and looked straight at me,
and with a bit of chagrin in his eye which I could see, said;
I could see I was getting no where fast,
and this questioning I was doing was not going to last.
So I decided I would end it and just walk away.
I was wasting my time trying to get him to say;
anything but,  
So I turned and started to walk away,
when I heard these words, in a wise old way.
"I am the wisest of all the birds, because I listen to all I've heard.
I don't interrupt and I wait my turn, 
these things are what make me the wisest bird." 
I turned back to him and with a wink and grin,
I simply said;

Details | Senryu | |

Retired Commodes -

make nice flower pots
after years of taking crap
they seem happy now...

Details | Senryu | |

Funny Farm

tis my wild kingdom
written 2009

Details | Quatrain | |

Does Your Sex Drive Diminish

For you younger folks who ask the question Does your sex drive one day diminish My honest answer is a resounding “NO!” It continues right to the finish A sexy young girl is a sexy young girl No matter how many years have gone by Though we no longer see as well as we used to Young fillies will still catch our eye Please don't think of me as dirty old man Human nature is surely to blame Might as well dig a hole and jump right in If we can't play the ogling game What's more appealing and a treat to the senses Than a pretty young thing in shorts? It turns my crank, my temperature rises It's an exciting old man's sport I'm really just doing what comes naturally If you take that away from us guys Might as well overdose on our Metamucil And bid this cruel world goodbye! © Jack Ellison 2013

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For the Love of: Love Bugs

Even though you don't have a lick of sense
in that tiny black-and-red head of yours,
I am forced to admit that I envy you
spending ninety percent of your life
flying around hooked up that way but heck,
life is short and we all gotta die anyway and
wow, what a way to go...Just wondering - 
Do you folks have multiple orgasms?
Do you have monogamous relationships
or do you fool around with other bugs?
And when do you ladies ever find the time
to lay eggs and just who is flying who?
Which one flies backwards and if you're the pilot,
how the heck do you see where you're going
and don't you ever simply get flat exhausted?
Or maybe when one of you gets tired
it's like "Hey hon, you mind taking over?
I'm just gonna try and grab a quick nap...
You okay? You sure?..."No I'm fine, really"

Well I say shame-shame!...Flying around 
impaired like that and I would STRONGLY advise
against flying while having sexual relations...
Geez!...No wonder you end up
splattered all over my windshield...

Well, I-um...DID have sex once during flight
but she DAMN sure wasn't the pilot...
or even the CO-pilot...Oh-no-she-was-NOT
I mean, maybe a co-PARTNER but not...
Ohh...just forget it you little maggot!
You're really starting to bug me

***For those readers who live elsewhere and have not had the pleasure...Love bugs are a common pest in the South in May and early September, particularly along the Gulf Coast. They swarm in pairs with abdomens hooked back-to back, clogging up radiators causing over-heating and can ruin paint finishes if not washed off immediatley. It is rumored they are a botched genetic experiment...bred to eventually become all females to mate with male mosquitoes thus making them sterile. Unfortunately, someone accidentally let a boy-bug meet a girl-bug and the two young lovers made their escape to freedom...  

Details | Free verse | |


In late October the reddest moon didn't change its phase,
it remained in the same spot to watch the witches' ballet;
the loud music matched the mood of the mystical night: tambourines
and flutes frantically played; sneers, jeers, giggles of the ugliest witches
mixed with the goblins' roars while they danced around a huge, hot fire.

I smelled a foul odor, the wild dogs feasted on a bloody oar,
" Leave some for us, or we'll turn you into bats! "
the hunched witch snarled with menacing eyes,
but they roared and threatened her with sharp teeth,
then Olga began to speak Latin words to cast  
a spell on them and before it worked, they fled.

Glad that they had left, she dragged the dead animal
and hung it on a long rod to roast on the sparking fire;
hungry witches continued to dance with forks and knives 
in their hands, anxiously waiting for their Halloween treat.  

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russel Sivey's contest,
" The Ultimate Halloween Contest "
10/5/ 2012

Details | Quatrain | |

Black Widow--trochee

Black Widow

We made love in the arbour
And loft--out of sight,
Then three times at the harbour
As the day turned night.

Let's go into the parlour
In the candle light,
There's no more time for ardour.
I'm ready to--Bite!

Andrea's contest:"Trochee"
*Note: the black widow spider is known for killing and eating her male counterpart after she has exhausted him from all the 'love making'--mating.

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Frog Needs a New Pad

“Ribbit” croaks the frog
his lily pad is sinking…
     time to hop along

larger lily pad
makes a summer home for frogs…
     until the storms come

*Entry for Sidney Lee Ann’s “Lily-Pads and Frogs” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Theme: both lily pads and frogs

Details | Limerick | |

Take Care Of Yourself

<                                 Once there were two monkeys in a tree
                                   Abandoned by their own family
                                   A hunting they did go
                                   Bananas they did tow
                                   For munching while watching the show glee

                                  Singing and dancing to happy tune
                                  Along came an hugh frigging monsoon
                                  Wiping out daily stock
                                  Grapes bananas what crock
                                  What's next grooming by pack of baboons

Entry For 
John Freemans 
Limericks Hilarious Contest
G.L. All

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4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Super Grouper, Sardine Party Pooper

Scuba diving, oh! what a dream
In the Gulf, amidst the Sardines
With a Florida blond
Whom I've grown to be fond
It's dark, is it all that it seems

Our dive is going oh! so super
Boo! said the nosey big Grouper
Och! do you have to be mean
To these little Sardines
Your just a big party pooper

Told of he goes in a mood
Just like a big bully should
Hey! next time take better care
To these Sardines you did scare
It's impolite, and you've been oh! so rude

Details | Limerick | |

Now this is real pressure

Doctors spread this message about
Drink gallons of water they tout
To soften this dose
Know where bathrooms are close
Since what's in must often come out!

Details | Chastushka | |

In 500 Million Years ...

In 500 million years,
All the seas will boil away.
Nothing is Forever -
Best hit the beach today!

Details | Free verse | |

Sun is trying to kill me

Sun is trying to kill me,
but it's too far,
however, it's raising our temperature bar.

Sun is trying to kill me,
but it's too weak,
Earth's atmosphere is to thick.

But that giant yellow thing is cunning,
it made us, circling, running, spinning,
it wants to kill everyone,
to be just as it was on the beginning.

I saw it, standing up on the sky
with that vengeful look on its face,
it calls it self a star, such a disgrace

Details | Rhyme | |

I Go Where My Feet Take Me


I love my feet they are the best,
To take me on untraveled paths.
They tramp along with little rest,
Until I’m panting shallow breaths.

Making tracks across the countryside,
They lead the way while I just follow.
Not content with trucks or cars to ride,
They walk until my legs become as Jell-O.

It’s my feet that often guides the way,
And leaves me tired and well expended.
Then, it’s not always nice the words I say,
When the day of rambling trails has ended.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate my feet,
They lead me out in early morning sunrise.
It’s because of them that I and nature meet,
And while they touch the earth, my spirit flies.


Details | Chastushka | |

Political Chastuska #3: No Such Thing As Global Warming

"There's no such thing as 'Global Warming'"
- That "hypothesis" my skeptic friends ignore.
Yet to all those with objections forming,
I suggest you check the price of maple syrup at your store!

Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore

                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you

                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm

                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun

                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   

Details | Senryu | |

Beyond Earth Hour Challenge

Inhale the earth
the world’s a dessert -
just give a burp

Tip: Use seran wrap only for food. Don’t use it as clothing ;P
Real tip: Use ceramic dishes instead of paper plates for meals to decrease landfills and pollution.

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Walking the dog

From my window I see the dog walkers as they parade past
Leash in their left hand, poop bag held tightly in their right
All sizes, shapes and breeds, both owners and their dogs
Charges safely tethered on their leash, straining to be free
Anxious to check their pee-mail or send a message on its way
I see the walker poised, ready to scoop up each catch of the day
Quickly wrap it tightly and tuck the warm and squishy deposit
Firmly into their pocket before hurrying on their way

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Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"

Details | Haiku | |

Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird

Details | Limerick | |

Cosmology vs Cosmetology

Dark matter makes scientists sweat
Their telescopes can't find it...yet
What's lost could be found
If they’d just turn around
And gaze at a sexy brunette

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Halloween Haiku

<                                      amidst swollen moon
                                 creatures of the night stalking .....
                                          predator's bounty

                                          be ~ witching ~ hour
                                     beastly  mannerism   gone
                                          totally but .... wild

                                          black cat crosses path
                                          another seven years of ........
                                          having such bad luck

                                              culdron pot boils
                               hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair 
                                          witches stilled brewing

Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.

Details | Free verse | |


News Headlines:  Rude Becky, Iris, and Lily abducted....kidnapping!!

Mercy upon my soul....buried alive rude Becky, Iris and Lily
Never shall my sin be found as long as their feet stay planted
Their sin is an age old calamity.... being too beautiful!

Keep my secret....if you know
Lethal injection is not the way to go!!

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The Owl and the Coyote

A lonesome coyote howled deep in the wood
And a most unwise owl somehow misunderstood
Oh, alas and alack!
She rashly hooted back
(And she hooted as hard as she possibly could)

"Who the heck heeds my howl, for god's merciful sake?
Could this perhaps be my potential life mate?"
..."Give a hoot who you hoot at
if you don't know just who 'dat
You hoot at!" screeched the owl a wee bit too late

The gossip that followed defied explanation!
Squirrels scolded scathing and righteous damnation
The eagle screamed from his peak
"Don't even show us your beak!"
(An owl with a tarred and feathered reputation)

The coyote's good name turned muddy and mucky
Rumor spread like the plague so he never got lucky
"Your character is fowl"
Hitting up on an owl?"
(Last I heard he migrated to Kentucky)

Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Almost Picture Perfect

Rain has been plentiful lately, the grass is emerald green, A beautiful lush carpet, thoughts of a Monet it does evoke, Four acres of rolling land comprises our country scene, Our home on the hill is partially hidden, not by Ash or Oak, It’s really quite simple, our josh darn lawnmower’s broke. Written by Lee Ramage For Francine Robert’s contest “One English Quintain” Placement: Third

Details | Free verse | |

Thunderstruck Sunshine

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant 
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off, 

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed

Details | Light Poetry | |

Thank the googad

Once more the stroons, were leafing on the floor
Copper coloured etchyfronds the type that we adore
And stacketh high as bi-rutaths, more and more and more
The stroonish etchyfronds, began to block the door

Thank Gantrisill and Ebblewabe the googad is still here
See it gathering etchyfronds, from far as well as near
Again the door is open, we cheer and cheer and cheer
As the googad broodlings nestle, in their frondy mess so queer

We have to ask the question, is poor Ebblewabe a loon
To let old Gantrisill, inside to grow a stroon
Where etchyfronds gather as they're strewn and strewn and strewn
And the bi-rutaths can't eat them, from outside on the moon

Details | Couplet | |

Two Headed Turtle

A two headed turtle in a bed blue Slept whole night through close to his brother too
Contest: Two Timer's Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi

Details | Limerick | |


An Indian man was laughed at
for his long beard and big hat,
but much truth came out
of his wise mouth:
the next day the river dried at sunset!

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Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival

Details | Haiku | |

strange frog and lily-pad

frog strange croaking voice hanging on his lily-pad.. many allergies
Sponsor: Sidney~LeeAnn Contest:Lily-Pads and Frogs Written: Sara Kendrick

Details | Haiku | |


Wise owl at his post
"hoo, ha, hoo...hoo, hoo, hoo, hooooo"
thus he gives a hoot!

Details | Rhyme | |

A Rainy May Day

I remember it like it was yesterday and I think in fact it was
A beautiful spring morning that could not go wrong because
The sun it was shining brightly way up in the sky
So I thought I would cut the lawn or at least give it a try

The lawn mower was pristine clean as I took it from the shed
The extension lead I uncoiled and to the mower it led
I started on the back lawn to mow my way around
I listened to my IPod as I pushed the mower across the ground

The cloud began to gather the light began to fade
It was just as if I managed to walk into the shade
Now the wind began to rise blowing grass cuttings in the air
I looked up to heaven thinking this just isn’t fair

A rainy may day was about to ruin my big mowing plan
And as the heavens opened suddenly I ran
Gathering up the mower the extension cable to
Emptying the mower box in to the recycling bin it flew

Then back into the shed all the bits and pieces went
As I ran back in the rain in the garage door I leant
So my mowing day was over the rain was pounding down
Even with my IPod on I had a dreadful frown

A rainy May day washed away my plans to cut the lawn
Yet I know I’ll get another chance a dry May day will dawn
Till then the lawn will stay half cut at least until it’s dry
Then I will get the lawn mower out and have another try

Details | Alliteration | |


  Winsome Wendy walked in winter's white
  Wondering when her window box wisteria would grow.
  Wintry wisps followed by winter's windstorm
  Wiped out her wonderful window work.

   Winsome Wendy wanted to whine
   "Without the wisteria, could winter be fine"?
    While still walking, Wendy happened upon Woeful Will
    Who worked without reward.

   Winsome Wendy withstood the wisecracks that
   Woeful Will had witlessly worded to her.
   Wendy's withdrawal, spurned the wishy-washy Will
   Which was witnessed by Watchful Ward.

   Winsome Wendy went to the windbreak
   Which Watchful Ward had wrought.
   Wincing in the wind of winter's weight
   Watchful Ward worded a simple warning to Wendy...

    "Watch out for the windchill".

Details | Sonnet | |

Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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painted lady

                                     miss vanessa cardui
                                painted lady; tainted picture
                                   madame butterfly; miyo 

•Miyo "Beautiful child"

written by Lori McClure 
Haiku Me Some Nature

Details | Limerick | |

Mothers Day

Mothers are the best 
They are like a test
They are very loving 
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Ugly Vulture

The ugly vulture flasps and hops,
Flies and scraps and walks and stops,
Pecks to a tree and looks around,
For rotten rubbish on the ground.

He likes dead things and he pecks them clean,
He's horribly ugly,dull and mean,
Hunchy shoulders,old bald head,
He'd like me better if I were dead!

But look at him in the high blue sky,
Round and round you see him fly,
Higher and higher he turns and swings,
Climbing the air with unmoving wings.

Details | Limerick | |

What Would You Answer

The couple knew nature alright
When asked what sounds brought them delight
They thought of the things
That gave their heart wings
And said sound of springs late at night

Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

Details | Haiku | |


ant crawling in the gasket of freezer... chilling out ant seen by me.. short life

Details | Haiku | |

for Doctor Big

When you are retired,
you'll be just an old man,
with a fishing pole.

Details | Personification | |

Two Merry Leaves

They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry

In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot! How they laughed and they sported
They flew through the air just like pheasants
Till set in my excellent presence

“Red Leaf,” quoth I unto the leader
“To fly, there is nothing more neater
But weren’t you the least bit affrighted
As thus from the breeze you alighted?”

“Dear sir,” quoth the leaf as he flitted
“To fear, for a leaf ain’t permitted
We’re taught from a bud in the cradle
That even a crash isn’t fatal.”

“I say,” quoth I unto the yellow
“You seem to be such a neat fellow
I wonder how likes you this sporting
Or if you a damsel are courting?”

Quoth he, “All this sporting is splendid
The days of my courting are ended
My lover has flown to the northward
While I am constrained to fly southward.”

Before one more word could be spoken
The peace of that moment was broken
Away flew those leaves o’er the treeses
Borne by the chill autumn breezes

October 25, 2012.
For the contest, Up in the Autumn Air. Second place.

Details | Haiku | |

Frogs on Lilly Pads in Review


Frog follies this year
featuring the loudest croak
All frogs in review!

Lilly Pads

Floating lilly pads,
used in spring as sailboats for
poliwogs galore!

Marty Owens for Lilly Pads and Frogs contest

Details | Narrative | |

Getting Old

As I sense the daylight strut through my mind,
I open my Squint's just enough to find,
one more day on this circle called Earth.
only 20,125 since the day of my birth.

I pull myself up with creaks and groans,
not stopping once until I've reached my thrown.
Start, Stop, Start, Stop life has played a trick it seems,
making this function that should be simple,
most difficult for me.

My friends all tell me age is just a number,
and I couldn't agree more.
20,126 and counting as my feet hit the floor.
Start, Stop, Start, Stop prostate exam on the 5th,
why, this growing old isn't all that hard as I take one more barium sip.

The hair is diminishing on the top of my head,
but growing in my ears someone once said.
The wrinkles on my for head that once never showed, 
20,127 just a roadmap to go.

It use to be my youth was free, careless, casual, and wild.
now in my old age I'm sorry to say;  I 'm out dated, out witted and out styled.
so to be apart of the elderly,
you have to be a bit bold.
just get use to the fact for the rest of your life,
you'll always be getting old.

Details | Footle | |






                         Seed flies

                              Red eyes


                                               No Fun!

Details | Rhyme | |

Chilled Aspirations

Winter winds cut through me,
I'm freezing to the bone;
Visibility's slim to zero,
I wish I'd stayed at home!

Am I the lonely walker?
I feel just like a jerk;
Bills are pilin' on me,
Somebody's gotta work!

These tiny flakes are stinging,
Looks like I missed my bus;
My feet are frozen solid,
There ain't no need to fuss!

Eleven blocks await me,
My mood is foul and drab;
I can't even bum a ride,
Where in hell is a cab?

I can see my job from here,
It's lookin' mighty slow;
The boss won't be too happy,
He'd better be glad I showed!

At last, the main entry,
I'm greeted by a sign which read;
I could've been warm in bed!

Details | Limerick | |

Mosquito Pete, The rip Off

    Mosquito with a bloody mission

Taking what's mine without permission 

      Loss of blood and a bump
      Itchy scratch with a lump

  Donation of blood, no commission 

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !

                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer

  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol

Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL

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Moving On

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.

09.08. 2014
Written for Anthony Slausen’s Contest Moving On

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wood tick

Ever wonder about a wood tick
Does it have a dick
Will it only bite a hick
If you chucked it at a window will it stick
could it ever get sick
can you smash it with a brick
Is male wood ticks attracted to a chick
Do you think its too small to kick
Are they really that slick
Do they play magic tricks disappearing under you skin like a prick
Are they fat considering they are thick
Has one ever gave you a lick
Do they come from a stick
I don't know, rather light em up with a wick

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I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.

Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.

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Homework... What homework?!?

The clock strikes nine. Ink fills the night sky, until the silvery orb in the heavens is the only source of light. 
The clock strikes twelve. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the raven-dark heavens. They shine brightly; as if each was 
trying to outdo the last. I sit. And stare. And wonder. The clock strikes three. I shift and pick up my 
homework. The assignment is a three page essay, due today. Should I do it? Nah... I toss it aside and resume 
my staring of the sky.

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Ode to an Arborculturalist

Why that no good little birch
I think I alder leaf her
My aspens in the dirt
Don’t you know I’m not that poplar
I damn near choked on a little oak
And though I tried I am not maple 
Now the branches are all broke 
and the limbs are so unstable
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew  
So I guess I’ll cedar later 
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Can’t see the forest for the trees 
Can’t tell just when the root will rot 
You know I think its elm diseased 
And I can do with out the knots 
Well now it’s really got me stumped  
Just when I should have sawed right through it  
And it’s too late to pack my trunk 
Or perhaps I just out grew it
I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew  
So I guess I’ll cedar later 
And bough out fir the one that’s true
Some trees grow up in a grove
Others make a stand alone
But there ain’t no peach with out a pit 
And there ain’t no pine with out a cone 

I’m sure the heart wood ain’t no good
So I won’t go out on a limb 
But when a tree is being felled 
I wish that someone would cry timber
I just don’t think that I’ll ever see 
A poem lovely as a tree 
So I won’t Beech and I won’t Pine 
I’ll just remind you one more time 

I could go against the grain
But I’d hate to needle yew  
So I guess I’ll cedar later  
If you were sap then you’d run too

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Florida Department of Fish and Wildlife


Time when jellyfish
Wash ashore
Cover beaches in 
Rotted goo.

Count the numbers
In blue ballpoint
Mark the map
in red.

Right, left
Booted squelch
Sand and guts
Dropped the clipboard.

Running ink,
Sticky slime
Wunderbar wrapper
Clings to the page.

Telephone the department
Need another day
To get the numbers
Info lost in kidney juice.

“Got to do it now”
Before gulls,
Tide comes in, already
harmonica squawks echo.

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Lilly-Pads and Frogs

Nothing Changes 
On the Lilly-Pads

From Island to Island
instinctively frogs visit...
boys chasing the girls.

Scottish Frogs

The croak of the wild
the gathering of the ponds...
McFrog family.

harry horsman for Sidney Lee Ann's Contest.

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Lions will be lions

Humiliation occurs
When pigs and monkeys roars
How a pig became a lion?
How , How a monkey roars?
That's when you stop saying NO
Humiliation occurs
When the lions are here
When the lions onshore
Pigs will be pigs
A monkey will stand for
A monkey , no less , no more

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meow at still's darkness caterwaul thud whine snarl cats hiss differences at midnight thud growl caterwaul rapid light footsteps on top of the house wail screech shriek sibilant with comrades on shingled roof meow
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest: Sound of Emotion Written by: Sara Kendrick Date: May 28, 2012

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a peacock appears

sitting by myself
singing opera in the woods—
a peacock appears

© February 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

HERE'S THE STORY SINCE THIS IS based on a true story! LOL I was in the woods 
singing...pretending I could sing opera while resting on a bench...all by myself. And what to 
my wondering eyes should appear walking around with my free range chickens? You 
guessed it! A peacock! He must have thought I was a peahen. Later, we found out he 
lived several miles away and had left home for few days...he stayed here until I left for 
Texas, which was about 3 days. He must have loved my voice! OR RUNNING THE ROOSTER! 
lol Anyway, that was the inspiration for this haiku! Would anyone have guessed? lol

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My Birthday Suit

Birthday comes once in a year 
It comes every year of your life 
A reminder of the day you came to be 
A day you truly know nothing about 
But a day you are truly celebrated. 

My birthday comes on the seventeenth 
I was seventeen on the seventeenth 
The day was unique because of the numbers 
Got a unique birthday gift from my Dad 
My birthday gift a special birthday suit. 

On my special suit on my special day 
I looked pleasant and radiant 
My friends all complimenting my suit 
As the birthday boy I reveled in encomiums 
I exude the aura of a royal prince. 

My friends in their exuberance popped drinks 
I was bathed in drinks of different tastes 
My birthday suit did come to ruins 
My birthday suit just for my birthday 
Truly a special gift for a special birthday.

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

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Black Widow

She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...

maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"

a bribe
the spider web is officially constructed
"Charlotte's web"
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!

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The Crap of Life

Each crap life takes
Fertilizes the world
Ah! Smell the spring air

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pampas grass

pampas grass stirs whirls dances... tinkling sound dog hugs,

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The Crocodile I

The crocodile
listens to Rachmaninoff
once in a great while.

© 14-10-2013, G. Venetopoulos

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Mischievous Imp

There are warnings in the evening wind, a voice of bold acclaim There is darkening of the opal moon,.... and hints of cold and change A rumbling oath, from outer hills, of thick and cloudy air Soon it comes, it shakes old panes, a night of storm and flames Intruding peace! A flash! A crack! It strikes a weathervane! One drip, annoying bedtime imp, now appears when I recline And while I snore, each drop irks me... I groan, "Oh, stop it, now!" I lie awake, to a thunderous ode, while a splash intrudes my aims Now it floods, and.. where's a boat? A gush of rain is pouring in!... Clouds are cursing, and shingles are surging as water is soaring in Ceilings are leaking, a river is rising, and buckets are carpeting a floor Under covers I hover, I shiver and shudder, I'm denied a chance of crying Oh,... would I dare, one wink, one snore? Or should I smile, and dive in?
______________________________________________________________ For David William's Contest: "Con/Vow"

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Laps up cool water
Lifts up head
Get off the toilet!

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No More Than Odd

Cows cuss under their breath during these winters
Being under a blanket is not warm if made of snow
Fish get expelled from their school playing hooky
Never learning to avoid nibbling on those jiggers
Forests are full of trees with being first issues
Worshiping the sun and boasting with their colors
Fire is always the brightest student in the class
Until water pours over to fizzle out their candle

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Toddlers played in dry sand 
Hot sun made each cheek red
Ellen was their likable friend
Long before winter came
Enjoyed evenings with them
Always refusing to rest 
Fireflies were a child's game
Puppies chased them with haste
Aunt Lily was often bitten by bugs smelling perfume 
Vera told her not to scratch
Eddy laughed hard as Mitch
Daniel loved to startle the busy bees 
People stopped to watch the comedy of pet peeves
Across the leaf-paved path of ripe strawberries 
Torrents washed away all the pretty greens 
Hurricane Isaac made them flee quicker than thieves

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Me and The tree

I look at this tree-
which quite frankly reminds me of me.
Strong, firm, flows so beautifully.

My moods are like the leaves-
forever changing so colorfully. 
At times my hearts feels  like, after the coldest winter for a tree .
and it takes timefor me to rebuild my beauty.
It can flow as gently as the leaves...
during a strong summer's breeze.

With the nuturing care of God's hands and his air,
I survive with all the obstacles God gives...
I'm strong and firm, my skins like bark it relives.
But... their is one thing that is different;
between me and tree.
and that's the tree is guaranteed to out live me.  

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Land Ho-Ku

dragons fly
burning fodder
land hoe.

sea gulls fly
over water
"Land Ho!"

pesky fly
dodging swatter
"Land! Ho!"

deborah burch©

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Springtime Love

Springtime can't come soon enough!
It melts away the snows.
It wakes up many flowers,
like the Marigold and Rose.

Dew drops form on all the leaves,
of bushes, grass, and trees.
Vines are climbing up the walls,
there's an Apple-scented, breeze!

Robins, in the tree tops,
are singing loud and clear!
The sun is shining warm and bright,
it's my favorite time of year!

Spring is a time of show and tell!
Mother nature reveals, that all is well!

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The Damsel and the Dragon

fly away a dragon and a damsel meet at the pond

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Lily pads and frogs- Haiku

Shivering lily pads
In a pond near my home
Persistent drizzle.

The dark green frog
Sounding deep from his epiglottis...
A loud and clear  Trrrr....

My final exam time
Burning the midnight oil,
his mating season!

Yesha Shah
8th May 2012

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Botanical Duet


Nature knows that smell forbids.
Marigolds repel aphids.
Reflex magnet finds its match
in your berry patch.

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Start Out by Setting BASIC Goals First - Example:

Insects set but two:
Eating and copulating
(Sounds okay to me)

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Achoo Haiku

    Achoo Haiku

Cold swift river

Sneezes on the lotus shore

Take 2 aspirin

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Vengence Is Mine

Rotten tomato
Vine sabataged by turtle.   
Turtle soup for lunch!   

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Pity the Poor Katydid

Somehow you flew in and hid
Right under my toilet lid
Ouite sure you were dead
'Little pest!' I said
Pity the poor Katydid!

Saw a leg twitch, God forbid
Guess what I done-gone-and-did?
'Okay, my green lass
Go die in the grass'
Pity the poor Katydid!

*** Katydids are harmless bright green insects with large wings in the cricket-grasshopper 

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Disaster Preparedness

an aphid on a
leaf.  hold on with all your might!
a storm is coming!

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Black Clouds Overhead

There's black storm clouds outside
and if they should let go
it won't be rain reigning down,
it will be the ice cold snow.

Ominous and black the clouds 
that blanket the sky overhead
and if their flurries they let fly
I think I'll hide in bed.

Black clouds hover overhead,
threatening and dark.
Time to go find the shovel in case
Old Man Winter leaves his mark.

I do not mind the rain too much.
It has it's uses , true.
The snow has no appeal for me.
I'll be glad when winter's through.

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Spring Fever

Ebay, Ebay
How much I pay
to beautify
this old clay!

Munching mulch
in one big gulp
composte this pulp!

Weeds and roots
pull those shoots
Where's my rubber boots?

The fever's on and pollen's a yellow haze
It has me in a daze and a maze
the windy smog
Has to be a short lived stage!

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Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09

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The White Pumpkin

Thank you, Ma’am, for the pumpkin.
I am not distressed in the least.
Though it’s not of my preference,
It’ll suffice for a Halloween feast.

Mother Nature could have mixed up her seeds.
That could explain why the color is bland.
One might think Jack Frost didn’t finish his work,
Or, Autumn is making a political stand.

I am so glad you came with this pumpkin.
Come on in Ma’am, and stay for awhile.
No, I don’t mind it isn’t bright orange,
Though it isn’t the most popular style.

Please, have a seat as good company should,
And quit the uncertainties filling your mind.
Don’t doubt my plan for sweet pumpkin pie,
As giving me this ugly, white pumpkin was kind.

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Spring time for me

Spring is in the air
'cause I feel it in my head.
I haven't slept in days now.
Oh!How I miss my bed.

The flowers are all so gorgeous
when they finally start to bloom.
But for me and all my allergies
It's a time for pain and gloom.

There's nothing like a spring time scene
with colors for all to see.
I take my shots and all my meds.
Oh!Why this happen to me.

Spring is in the air now
and I can't see or hear.
But even after all my pain
I love this time of year!

Dustin Self (spring is in the air contest)

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A Waspish Pest

Walking out my back door I pause
A beautiful day greets me 
Something buzzes by my head
Get away from me!

A wasp dives straight for my neck
I scream as the wasp bites me
And run to escape it's sting
Hey! Cory watch out!

4/9/12 by Kim Merryman
For Linda-Marie's "Bite Me" contest
Cory Long you have been bit.

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Bombastous Zephyr

There’s a bombastous zephyr blowing outside
Swinging the street signs from side to side;

Squall like whirlwinds are kicking up dust,
I’m inhaling more dirt with every big gust;

My eyelids are caked with soil and grime,
Forcing my sideways time after time;

When will this bombastous zephyr subside,
Cause it’s getting tougher with every stride;

The wind is blowing my hair in my face,
But I plunge on forward with awkward grace;

The treetops are bending with ever big blast,
As I wonder silently how long it can last;

I feel like Dorothy in the tornado’s clutch,
This bombastous zephyr is becoming too much!

~For Paula Swanson's Contest~

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Lazy Sun

Dawn breaks, With a filmy twist; As Mr Sun, cries to the chirping birdies, "Five more minutes...please!"

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The Busy Bees Life

The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother

But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car

"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said

Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed

"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"

The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said

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no farting allowed

why fart and waste 
when you have the option of burp and taste.....

and then again......

why fart and smell..............
when you can burp taste and tell..........

and after all the farting if you need to poop
when the session is on if you look down ,all you  see is something like soup............


I go and sit on my throne,
it has a plastic top but is made of marble stone......

I go there to excrete and stink..........
but on my throne for hours, i sit and think...........

Doing nothing but scratch my balls,
as i admire  the soap stains on the walls................

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It took three whole days
for Jack to build a snowman;
he's as tall and strong


They are thrilled and scream..
playing in the deep, fresh snow;
they cannot their mom 


Heart, take a quick look: 
isn't winter's glittering snow 
so mysterious?

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Complaints Transpired

He complained, complained, complained
All he ever did was complain
Then suddenly he got fired
What next then transpired
Was he wished, he could complain again

(Limerick...Sort of...We have all heard that person who complains about their job instead 
of being grateful that they have a paying job that puts food on the table...So the thought 
came to me about this one.)

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Garden reality

Chewed stalks brown corn
Skeleton dead heads of sunflowers
rotten tomatoes and watermelons

fruitless vines and weeds waist high
Purple salvia blooms shine
Orange Marigolds


blooms blown
Weeds shown

stalks bare
Full hare

scalp bare
no hair

flower power showers 
Sour pity hour
Powdered sugar icing
tower the sweet wower

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I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  

Entry For
Sensuous Senryus

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"Wal-Marts" Georgia

Ol' Roy spoke right up without a care
So "Ceasar's" could plainly hear
"There is some ghastly stink over there
Where all those fish live my dear."

Well Goldie tried to  hush him by saying
"It is not coming from our corner
But at the garden center on open displaying
Cow Manure with a scent that is an awakener"

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Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                         cosmic conjuction
                               What's it's Function !

                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !

                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !

                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All



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There once was a bird and a bee
They both had a secret, you see.
The bee loved the bird.
She thought it absurd.
The bird, then, decided to flee!

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Birds and the bees 	
Sponsored by: Royal Trevino

© February 20, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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Ahhhh -

The only thing
that beats a good sh-t
is a good orgasm….
Once I had the good fortune
to experience both phenomenon

My lover was NOT amused
and promptly proceded
to beat the sh-t out of me
(What little was left)
then told me to beat it
to which I happily obliged…

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Digging Out

Three cups of espresso
I was raring to go
Grabbed the shovel
Out into the snow

Slipped in a hole
Sunk up to my knees
In spite of my gloves
My fingertips freeze

I have the brush
Start swiping at snow
Trying to find
The windshield below

Turn on the car
Let it defrost
Don't drop anything !
'til Spring it'd be lost

Thirty minutes later
I can see my whole car
Start shoveling to the road
Thank God it's not far

Put the car in low gear
Drive forward to the street
Reverse to my spot
Then twice more repeat

My new winter tires
Finally get used
But with two feet of snow
I'm less than amused

The path now is made
I go back inside
Admire my handiwork
With chilly pride

Glad to be off work
On this snowy day
Tomorrow I'll be ready
To just drive away

Hoping that's it
Winter's had its fun
Bring on the Spring !
Bring on the sun !

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Plants and Things

For every drop of rain that falls... they say a flower grows.
Well, at my house I’ll need a lot, with dogs at play, you know.
And all the bulbs I planted last year, became fodder for the squirrels.
They thought they’d found my favorite stash… Well, perhaps they did!

And all those starter plants, the moles did under mine, it’s true…
Oh where, Oh where, did all my flowers go? Into mole holes, they paid their dues.
The rabbits got the munchies on the ones that came up wild.
And the strawberries are forever gone… to every thing beguiled.

And as I watered all my plants the ground became so soft…
And all the moles that LOVE soft dirt… began running back and forth.
I love my little critters, but they think my tomatoes are so great.
I even found an opossum one night, out there really late.

The only ones that are left alone are my gorgeous mums.
But that’s because they never bloom before the frost has won.
Perhaps I watered some too much… as they washed on down the street…
But in my yard, the Trolls do say, my grass is very neat.

Of course I have big shade trees, every where you look…
So the only grass that’s growing, is with my garbage can in its nook.
Now please don’t get discouraged, there will always be next year…
And I have just the trick you know… I’ll be spreading miracle grow, my dear.

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Your Going Down

<                           beneath waterfall
                        let your troubles wash away ... 
                             cesspool is waiting

Entry For John Freeman's
The Precept Natures Haiku
G.L. All

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The Poet spot

When I was young 
I longed to 
be surrounded by trees,
water and flowers 
without bees,for
fear I might get stung: 

Overreacting I would run...
act a fool when I'd see one.  
But no-matter 
the price,bees or not, 
I had to be in my poet spot.
My poet spot was there back in
the day,but now it is not. 
The sun would undress me,
I'd just sit while the 
soft breeze caressed me.
There I could ponder,
with the water trickling 
underneath my feet. 

No one knew this spot,
I'd always go alone,
so I could think 
my selfish poet thoughts....
In my Poet spot,the spot
I deemed to be just for me!
Thinking clearly now,writing freely,
Breathing oxygen in,
I wrote so freely back then....
I'd put back on my clothes, 
and dry off my feet,watch 
a butterfly carefully....

I let the beetle free ,
who kept me company
against his will. 
Made two Praying Mantis fight.
I knew this wasn't right to write.        
Then I'd go home .

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There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden

There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden
And they visit every evening, for a dance
They are lovely to behold and very welcome
I just wish they didn’t trample on my plants
Their favourite dance appears to be the Salsa
They do it with such style and aplomb
Much better than last week when they were jivin’
It appeared they’d hit the garden with a bomb
So I do believe in Fairies, ‘cos I’ve seen them
And every night I watch them, in a trance
They are graceful and delightful and enchanting
“Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloody plants”

©  John W Fenn  14-07-2009

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The Black Sheep

We had a black sheep
He used to follow us to school
He was such a fan!

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are found in Australia,
they are not pretty birds
with a lovely call,
but racous enough
to mistake it 
for laughter, or even screams of amusement.

love to ride kangaroos,
and sometimes
they hang on their tails,
so they make them run faster than tigers...
to scare the Tasmanian wolves away
resting on sun-dried hummocks of fresh excavations.

scorn puling children,
the ones who are spoiled
enough to get what they want
by not eating pumpernickel,
but demand white bread...
watch the hungry kookaburras devour everything!

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A Squirrel's Treat

Now there’s a sound I’ve heard before,
The quietest knock on plastic door,
The squirrel on the other side,
Boldly stands, no need to hide,
He knows that there’s nothing to fear,
From the people within here,
But if he can just look so sweet,
He might just earn himself a treat,
And so he stands with widening eyes,
Hoping for a small surprise,
He waits patiently for bread,
With his tail so bushy and red,
Give him it dry and he might just utter,
“Thank you Miss, but where’s the butter?”

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And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

Details | Rhyme | |

At Morning Play

The sun shines gently upon me. 
The birds are busy at play.
The children are sleeping. 
The cats are out creeping.
And the dog has been barking all day.

The birds cackle and chirp;
As they play a round of hide and seek.
The dog watches with excitement, 
as the cat strolls by so frail and meek.

A good morning kiss from the sun to the world.
Its a brand new day.
wake up boys and girls.

Details | Burlesque | |

Relax Honey The Worms Will Play

Relax Honey... The Worms Will Play!

Oh honey one day,
We will both part;
To rot in graves,
And waste away:
Playing with worms,
And dancing with maggots,
As they climb all around.
Relax love all is well!
Soon we'll be down bellow,
Cavorting with the others, under the ground.

Details | Limerick | |

The Earth Moved

There was a couple that went off to Spain
They sat on the roof sunbathing again
They felt the earth shake
Though love they didn’t make
It was a 5.8 earthquake, that hit once again

Details | Haiku | |

Lamb Chop went to the Barber

emerald green pasture
sheep graze contentedly
sporting fresh hair cuts

Details | Limerick | |

The Storm

A Storm rolled across the field,

Flashing lightning and thunder pealed.

The rain came crashing down,

and I almost nearly drown,

cause the top of my tent was not sealed.

Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river

Details | Quatrain | |

Admiring a Full Moon - Trochee

A full moon, she paraded amongst subdued stars A bright sun swooned then faded admiring afar How the sun's love grew brighter His moon boldly smiled Hanging full, she grew wider her shape had beguiled

Details | Rhyme | |

Springtime with Edouard Manet

Easter is a time where we construe
The beauty of renewal blooming through
Little birds that chirp above the vales
While sweeter ladies peep at passing males

Charming is the humour passing round
Faint scent of Tulips, Daffodils abound
Strolling couples giggle by a stream
Planning the delights they like to dream

Gazebos filled with bands that blow their brass
Shiny belts and buckles, best in class
‘Le déjeuner sur l'herbe’ a luncheons treat
A very Manet way in which to meet

Ah Easter is a time for daring stuff
Two clothed men that dine with naked fluff
At last the joys of springtime are revealed
Milk white flesh and precious else concealed

©david byrne Easter 2012 

Details | Rhyme | |

Yes Dear With Flighty Emotions

Scrub floors or walk the plank
Cook continuously
Emotions flighty felt
Swim vigorously in sea

What bad could happen next
On sea floating within inch
Of boat with slow gait
What an experience

Next time I'll just say,
"Yes, dear" for it  will be
Much safer than the plank
And sharks in open sea.

Details | Free verse | |

Can You Guess The Season

It's that time of year again
I saw the neighbor's white cat
Chaseing their neighbor's striped cat.

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Ant fires bite

Ants bite me tent baby sleeps front dad pours fuel rids runs down to camp fire dance ablaze tunnel fire ants dead ~ dad running with legs hairless baby in Safety flash fire fumes will travel fire ant's den taught camp Carol-ing
- by John beam - a lesson learned while camping be safe around ants and fires

Details | I do not know? | |

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

I the aged, will do my solemnly best
to eat all my green like vegetables 
and what every doctor Oz says is good for my body 
and will affirm that in good faith, I give my word that, I will protect my colon and my heart 
to the best of my ability, to preserve my health and defend my new way of life 
no matter how young i may feel at the time...  

P.S.  But if a desert comes into view, I will not, do my Hostess best to walk away?!  
               but eat it with the vigor of a young woman, without a waist line!    
             "Oath of office of the President of the United States"

	"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President
of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the
Constitution of the United States."

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn to Winter

Come October He strokes away the greens To touch mosaic Upon, the now of autumn trees November next And amidst set breeze Leaves of paint chips scatter And from on high, let a harrowing slip sneeze Lastly to December Branches, canvas bare When He's decided... To shake away the dandruff, from right out of His hair

Details | Ballad | |

Freddy the Fly

Dapper Freddy,
the house fly
and this is a fly
not prone to lie

he does buzz around
at breakneck speed
he wears his crown
a fly-king,  indeed

a cinch for him
to ceiling walk
or climb up walls
he can even fly-talk!!

yes Freddy is cool,
he really is
just passed my eyes
he sure did wiz

well Freddy was in search
of a Mrs. Freddy Fly
tired of being a bachelor
I don't know why

he did woo his share
of lovely gnats
everytime one went by
he'd remove his hats

Freddy was also brave,
fearing not insect spray
nor swift used swatter
the more he was hunted
the more his temperature got hotter

one day Freddy will likely die
perhaps his fly-body landing 
on a window sill
seems the place they end up
more oft than not
even without an insect spray shot

so go on your merry way for now,
Freddy Fly, my dear little fly-friend
just stay away from my food
or meet your Freddy Fly end!!

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Quiet Fills Sky

Honking Canadian Geese Disagree about leader Causing two hour flight delay Quiet now fills sky
In honor of Brian Strand Contest: Any Poem/max 12 lines Written by: Sara Kendrick

Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Nature

The day was bright and sunny
The temperature was high
With skylarks singing sweetly
As they hovered in the sky

The babbling brook was babbling
To the sighing of the trees
The butterflies were coasting
Way up high upon the breeze

I gazed at all the wonders
Mother nature had in store
And I marvelled at her beauty
As I stood outside my door

That life affirming moment
Sent a shiver down my spine
So I went to watch the tele
With another glass of wine

Details | Footle | |

Foolish Footles From the Natural World

Sexy Sardine:

Charming Swordfish

Alaskan poacher gets mauled by a:

After sex, bears often share a:

Snake Charmer:

Sheep Predator:

Bacteria Home:

Details | Senryu | |

House of WEED

Aromas, green, sweet
Enter through doorway now 
S—sick horror can’t breathe 

Details | I do not know? | |


              As the saying goes,an apple a day will keep the doctor away
                                   But what is a worm to do
                               I lie in a apple close to the core
               Ever so often i slither up to my brown bedroom door
                              I stick my head out to peek at the world
                              To my surprise,there's a monster out there
                                     Picking apples real fast
                                I held my breath,i could only gasp
                                     My heart was thumping
                  The apples were bumping in a basket down below
                   A monster reached out and grabbed my home
                    Opened his mouth,of long white teeth
                     Said ,''im hungry'', i need something to eat
                     My heart stood still,i couldn't breath
                     Thought this would be the end of me.

Details | Tanka | |

Splashing Dog

(This is a Tanka:  Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five
syllables and the others seven. In Japanese, tanka is often written in one straight line,
but in English and other languages, we usually divide the lines into the five syllabic
units: 5-7-5-7-7.)

Splashing Dog
    by Amy Swanson

Great drops of water
     fly vigorously from him!
Black hair glistening
     he gallops through the river,
     stops only to shake himself!

Details | Rhyme | |


she hears him.
He is near.

He is waiting
for her,

to appear.

A day can seem so long
when the heart
counts microseconds
lovers are apart.

But it is now
and Juliet will stand
where she had planned to be
as if unplanned.

She's beautiful,
dressed in verdant green;
nature's princess
who waits
to be a queen.

She's elegant
upon her parapet.
She knows,
she makes her pose;
our Juliet.

While somewhere in the greenery below,

She know he's there
She waits
She is a tease.

A tremble starts
near his knees.

She knows;
she has the power;
she has the eggs.

He starts to serenade her
with his legs.

Details | Couplet | |

Nature Calls

Nature calls and I don't mean coyotes Got a panicky feeling down to my toe-sies Till the next rest stop to hold it I'll try Got everything crossed including my eyes Don't ask me questions, can't answer right now Really must concentrate, there's sweat on my brow Please dear wifey can you drive a little faster Don't mean to bug you but it'll avoid a disaster Stop! Stop! There's construction up ahead Maybe they'll allow me to use their shed Look at those guys they're laughing at me Can no longer wait, going behind this tree Ahhhhh! Finally at last, I'm at heaven's door Next time I'll make sure I go pee-pee before ©Jack Ellison 2012

Details | Personification | |

Indian Summer

Indian Summer

The poppy said "No",
The nasturtiums said "Wait"
The seedlings were jumping at the gate;

"We have to get through Winter first,"
The old oak spoke, and everyone burst.
The pansies nodded in assent,
With a great deal of sentiment.

He looked down sadly at his girth,
Smiling wryly with perfect mirth;
"Ten more years is all I am worth".

He glanced at the herbs tenderly wilting
And spoke as though his heart were melting
"We have to be patient and wait for Spring,
And there's the catch, it's a learning thing".

"I won't make promises I can't keep
And we all know Winter will put us to sleep".

Summer will rise again, in all it's glory,
And that for now, is the end of my story.

Details | Light Poetry | |


 Very nice, aren't they 
 How I love peanuts 
 Oh! They are just peas 
 OK, OK, I am nuts

Details | Limerick | |

The Frog Who Could See His Future

While watching man jog to his friend
A frog croaked a future portend
Man finished his jog
By sitting on log
And that’s how the frog met his end

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Nimbus’ pets unleashed:
listen as pitter patters
alter purrs and barks.

Details | Rhyme | |

Little Worm

Oh little worm
You are so neat
You move so fast
Without any feet

You help the earth
Go round and round
You dig little tunnels
All through the ground

You’re used on boats
To catch big fish
And if you’re gummy…
You are deeeeelish!

Oh little worm
You are so neat
You are so useful
And can’t be beat!

Details | I do not know? | |


Little black drummer 
Hiding in the corner,
Playing his little drum
All the night long.
It's sounding kind of hazy;
I think I am going crazy
From listening to the rhythm
Of his little drum song.

Details | Senryu | |

---a grey kitten

a grey kitten
inside a white porcelian tub---
claws shriek

Details | Haiku | |

under the rainbow

mid-day: I spot a
rainbow smiling from afar--
damn, I need that gold!

Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs

Details | Haiku | |

Play Misty For Me

clouds abotomy
cut with a sheer percission
play misty for me

Details | Quatrain | |


Rodento is a pal o' mine
he sits atop a tree,
an extra to the foliage,
a natural topiary.

I named him 'cos he looks so real,
a critter with a snout,
a wiry tail part of his trunk,
some whiskers, and a pout.

He greets me every morning 
when I take my cup of tea,
as I stroll out on the balcony
I swear he's watching me.

When gentle breezes shake the tree
the varmint darts and dances,
but what if stronger winds persist
pray then, what be his chances?

What if a hurricane blows through?
he might well disappear,
surrendered to the elements,
then I would shed a tear.

Details | Haiku | |

Duck eggs for breakfast

Crack, push, wriggle, peck,
Wet duckling appears by night -

Easter breakfast runs

Details | Free verse | |

the apple tree greed

the apple tree greed 
the apple tree greed 

he has an apple a green apple 
he is the only person in this room 
with a green apple 
suppose suppose NOW 
he has MORE of those at home 
WHY he has a GREEN APPLE tree 
In his backyard no WAIT 
He has a vineyard behind his chapeau 
And he makes green apple wine 
And he sells it to the BOONES FARM people 
And they make BOONES FARM green apple wine 
And the whole city is soon sick 
The children ralf and barf and ralf again 
There is no more end to the men 
Drinking all the green apple wine 
To make this ONE person rich 
He never offered me any of his wine 
Eyes never drink of alcoholic beverage 
Eye have juices and tea and a soda please 
I'm just full of good intentions 
Picking green apples in my mind and eating way too many 
Having a green apple with mye lunch of poetical decay 
WAIT he left and YES he took the green apple core with him 
Not leaving me a bite not wanting me to taste the pleasure 
of his mite. Why eye understand him greedy is his name 
the green apple hoarder has so many apples now his wine cellar is so full and 
his larders aer so rich he does save the stems and seeds to plant again in 
ground so rich and he chews on this green apple while he watches MTV in 
selfish hedonistacal revenge while eye have no green apple stuck between my 
teeth OH bliss oh strang decay my teeth at least aer happier today he took the 
core away he left me all alone im appleless today im happier to say no song is 
being sung of little apples of the green variety been hung oh see the tree how big 
its grown the apples have been lost too long and they fall in misery from 
branches of decay to rot to rot to rot upon the vineyard floor there is no apple wine 
no more the green variety is gone they drink it only read and red is the color of the 
wine in cups so full of color there in plates so heaped of agony with applesauces 
vailiantly piled higher then the sky. 

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Harvest Perch

Man in the moon is
Fishing for seasonal fish
From the harvest perch

(My grandson who lives with me said that he saw a man fish in Raul's "Reflections" picture.)

Details | Senryu | |

What Time Is It

spring ahead fall back
tick...tock....tick...tock ...  just ticking ...
waiting for Winter 

Gotta Just Love That White Stuff   LOL

Winter Is My Chose For Season Senryu

Details | Free verse | |

Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert

Details | Limerick | |

Up A Creek Without A Paddle

<                              once this girl had seen her own shadow
                                got scared begun to wag and waddle
                                crossed over center line
                                hit by semi's behind 
                                now shes up creek without a paddle 

Writen by Katherine Stella

Entry For Rick Parise's 
Shadows And Lines Contest
G.L. All

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Snail and the Turtle

                                         The snail rode on the turtle's back
                                         The turtle never picked up the slack.

                                         Across the terrain and through the river.                            
                                         The snail grew cold and began to shiver.

                                         The turtle swam and swam some more.
                                         The snail fell asleep and began to snore.

                                         The turtle got mad at the snail's snore.
                                         The turtle tried to dump him on the shore.

                                         The snail awoke with a start.
                                         Falling off the turtle's back and it smart.

                                         The snail slowly crawled away.
                                         Leaving the turtle at the bay.

                                         The turtle stayed sunbathing on the rock.
                                         The snail found his new home under a rock.

Details | Light Poetry | |


Twinkling little elephant toes
 Prancing through the Garden Of Woes,
 Sniffing daisies
 With his long dainty nose.

 "Good morning to you", 
 says a cute butterfly.
 With cheeks glowing pink
 The mammoth creature whispers, "Hi".

 Turning from pink
 To bright crimson red,
 He bats his lashes
 And hides his head.

 As the butterfly turns
 And flutters away,
 The prancing little elephant
 Continues to play.

 I realize then
 That it's time for bed.
 Cuz, the dancing pink elephant
 Is all in my head!

Details | Rhyme | |

Hope Stick

I drop a stick down from the bridge
Into the waters far below
It carries my hopes with it
To see how far my stick will go

I am hoping it will travel far
And bounce upon the eddies
Missing all those obstacles
Going straight and fast and steady

I hope the bends to navigate
In the middle of the flow
To get caught by vegetation 
Means there’s nowhere left to go

My stick has now bobbed out of sight
In the sunlight’s bright reflection
I hope to see it soon again
Still going in the right direction

Not all my hopes on this stick rest
Because that would be silly
I have another in my hand
To throw into the Swilly      
( Swilly is a river in Donegal  Ireland )

Details | Haiku | |

The pair of sparrows

A pair of sparrows 
Looks at the mirror and plays
With their reflections!

Details | Rhyme | |

A little gardening

The primrose and the primula
Are really very simula
But out in Wales
The slugs and snails
Make both of them look grimula

Details | Rhyme | |

Stinky Skunk

Go away! 
Go away!
Shoo, shoo, shoo!
I don’t like skunks
You smell

Details | Haiku | |

Sweet Love O' Mine

I bought a burger yesterday
It was very dry like the seagull bay
I pilled a lot of ketchup on it
and still dry it remained
I was very dissappointed
as i look at the dry damned thing
I ran to the toilet
and let out a HUGE
As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole
Landing into the toilet
Making dookie plop noizes
I'm done

Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

Details | Haiku | |

Rufous Hummingbird

rufous bird
hides in the camellia
avoiding raindrops

written to happily announce their colorful return to my feeder- hoping warmer weather will follow soon!

Details | Haiku | |

The tree frogs

I caught two tree frogs;
They jumped into our flour can
From the paper box!

Details | Verse | |


Dandy Dandelion at the slightest wind
Takes flight and won't be back again
He releases his seed all over the place
Progenitor here and there for goodness sake  

Details | Limerick | |

Bad Mood

At first: elated.
Now I sit, deflated;
My inspiration's down the drain.
I'm mad 'cause it's sunny;
I don't think it's funny.
Boy, how I wish it would rain.

Details | Haiku | |

My Mom Is One Tough Cookie

deep in the forest
collapsed limbs fungus rockbeds
natures own fury

Tribute To Nature
Even If She Is Mean LOL

Details | Quatrain | |


Carelessly I threw my
Left foot ahead, and then the right—
With my head up in the sky
And so was I, walking my height.

Little can an insect suspect
Its short life was hung in suspense—
And even less did I expect,
To save its life, I’d fall on my ends.

Details | Rhyme | |

Cotton Ball

Itty, bitty bunny out my window
Fine, furry, funny fellow
Underneath flowers yellow
Wiggly nose and ears pulled back
Eating grass, chew and snack

Noise! Run to burrow!
Wherein your others await
Familiar, fine, furry, funny fellows
Like yourself, with furry, fuzzy cotton ball butts
In the burrow, safely shut

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Mosquito Sneeze

Mosquito Sneeze

I was just about to sneeze,
When I felt a mosquito
Squat firmly upon my nose
And watched it "bite me"!

"Ah-Choo!" And up it arose
In search of another drink,
Gliding gently where he thinks--
On ^Rick's head--drilling!

~deborah burch
Linda's  "Bite Me" Contest

*^Rick P. just got 'bit'...

Details | Haiku | |

night appearing slug

                                                  night appearing slug
                                           slimey creature on cat's plate..
                                                    one drop jelly left

Details | Acrostic | |

That Is Not My Elephant

That is not my elephant
High-stepping in the basement.
Ardently preparing for her pachyderm placement.
Tapping her trunk on the window’s casement. 

Instantly intriguing, oh, the fashion statement.
Surprisingly sprightly swinging resplendent pendant.
Nonchalantly swaying as she strolls, compliant. 
Opulence sparkles one gorgeous graceful giant.  
To top it all off, her temperament is pliant.
Metrical motion moves this perky pageant entrant.
Yesterday’s wildlife intellectually scathed though brilliant –

Ella is my elephant; she wears casual raiment. 
Laughs and eats spaghetti, always thinking, ideas salient.
Endlessly explaining the elephant’s Bill of Rights, relevant! 
Protecting second graders from every evil social rodent.
Heart-fully relating principles, she is strong and poignant.
An awesome able activist against any aggressive tyrant,
Nurturing each nascent one, noticeably effervescent.
Tenderly flapping her ears, because of pure love’s placement.

© January 15, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Form: Acrostic with monorhyme and alliteration

Details | Limerick | |

February funny bone

February funny bone

The poor one among twelve in terms of days
Better than the rest in many more ways
Withering days of winter
Summer still in its slumber
The valentine month with lovely cool rays.

S.Jagathsimhan Nair,   01-feb-2012
For Linda-Mary’s Februay funny bone contest

Details | Rhyme | |


Lately, the weather has dropped drastically,
and Fall holds up serenely and beautifully;
green trees so stately gently fluctuate 
against a sky of transparent blue as hummingbirds make plans to migrate,
but the downy woodpeckers interrupt their chat
with their unbearable drumming that disturbs their peace with intent. 

Summer in New York State has been humid and stormy,
temperatures rose above a hundred degrees as pavements smoked,
sprinklers in streets made children happy as they were being soaked...
so very thankful to live in a rich country offering such a commodity;
adversely, a water shortage caused drought in the South allowing tragedy
as gasoline and food prices soared and spouses couldn't pay alimony.

Hot summers predict cold winters, and we await a harsh winter...
stock up on shovels and salt, keep your driveway and sidewalk snow-and-ice-free;
will you get help from your kids when snow falls...having you think of electric bills?
No, let them play and have fun...their blood is hot and they feel no chills!
And should you think of joining them, drop your shovel as if stung by a bee! 
Which other way is there to endure the wintry weather living as an Alaska bear? 

Details | Grook | |


Get your head out the sand man  										          lookup to the one who can                                                             						 like an eagle He will teach you to fly                                         								 never alone Bye and Bye

Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...

Details | Free verse | |

Go Tell

When I went out on the porch this morn, tiny spider's mother had strung her web
across right in front of the door..

I did not tell cute tiny spider to go on down yonder and get your mother

No, this mother was scary drawn up with her feet pulled in a ball

When she stretched out, why I had to move on 

She straightened me out right fast..

Mothers are like that when their child is threatened.. 

Just had to write this being Halloween is coming up soon...

Details | Than-Bauk | |

Winters Release

One frown is lost
At what cost now
Jack Frost has died

Details | Free verse | |

A Halloween to haunt

Int this starry night 
Hidden by the moonlight
Were true love flowers
And true hatred devours
As my life flashes
My future and past passes
I wonder what can I do 
For Im dead without my shoe
Ha Ha I may be old
Even I dont know my  own age
Just another day In my page
Tonight is the creepshow
And the stinch flows
Halloween i say
Halloween is the way
Be frightened and scared
You will not be spared
Ghouls and ghost plunder in darkness
Werewolves and Vampires are coming out
With there scary spout
As the zombies rise
Here comes Frankenstein
With there deathly cries
The leeches nibble your blood
Can you feel the disgusting
Graveyard mud
Run all you want
We will not give up the hunt
Goodnight please let the bed bugs bite

Details | Tanka | |

Circle Of Life, My Foot!

Grumbling, the leaf falls,
Upon the carpeted grounds.
Warm orange and red--
Enriching earths, feeding roots.
Winter's a mushy affair.

Details | Haiku | |



!               Gathering clouds, then;
             rain. a pool! a puddle! a torrent! 
              then, an  almighty splash

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Spiders Web

The Spiders Web
The gossamer threads of the spider webs
Slung from wing mirror to door
Hanging like diamonds on silken threads
Beads of clear moisture hung on  the little spiders chore

I should stand and look at it longer
The work the spider put in
Before I run my fingers through it
And assign it to the bin

The spider spent hours spinning all night
His web to make to perfection
It’s his home, his trap, his little nest
Not just another web for his collection.

Details | Haiku | |

haiku 10

the frog sits
beside the cat's water bowl--
a jay swoops

Details | Light Poetry | |

Laughter of the Rain

I'm hearing the laughter
of the new Spring rain
that we must shortly
wash our cars again.
And the moistening dirt
is laughing too
at the cold, wet mud
getting splashed on you!
Yes, and I believe
that the thunder's clap
is for the puddle
soaking into your lap.

And I hear the giggling
of the gathered drops
since we can't wear sandals
or our new flip flops.
And the grass, leaves and twigs
choking up every drain
chuckle at their mother's
latest refrain.
Listen to their snickers
when eveything gets wet.
They hope to spoil Mother's hair;
for it is freshly set.

Oh, Mother Nature's clan
can sure be mean
while they are painting our world
a fresh and new spring green.
But they say they're sorry,
or did you not know-
when they present to us later
a freshly tied rainbow.

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I'm Growing

<                                  economic woes
                                    say it isn't so
                                    fruits vegetables of divine
                                    artificial added such a crime
                                    sow garden  W.T.G     {Way To Go}

Details | I do not know? | |

Under Pill

Never tired, work! When tired, rest! When over tired, sleep! Never working, work! Cumbersome work, rest! And after concluding the task, sleep! I love it when it's not in any form I like the way the sky is now. ...Merriment under pill!

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Morning Mousie

‘Morning, mousie in the housie
Puss’s got the munchies
For yummy little crunchies –
You’d best be on your way

Rev ‘em up, your little pawses,
Cat’s relentless, never pauses
It’s just his nature and that’s because he’s
Been cravin’ mousie-pie all day

Little mouse, I’ve got a hunch
Puss-cat thinks your name is lunch
He’ll reduce you to a furry bunch
Of gristle, bones and clay

So, little rodent, if you’re smart
You’ll get yourself a good head-start
Pussie’s got his feline heart
Set on eating after play

Details | Rhyme | |

Sherlock Sheep

Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.

Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A woolly mind is brought to bear
In cutting through the lies
The daft sheep form you see by day
Is just another ruse
Whilst eating through a flower display
He's searching after clues

A murder in the midden
Or a stabbing by the stye
A trespasser unbidden
Or crop circles in the rye
All puzzles for the intellect
But have no fear of doubt
The woolly noggin shall detect
The sheep will work it out

He may be here, he may be there
He may be with the flock
No tell tale trace betrays just where
The sheep who's named Sherlock
But when dire duty comes to call
You'll find him there in place
A comfort to be felt by all:
The sheep is on the case

Details | Free verse | |

Hot Oil In China

We have hot oil in China,
  Rising slowly from the ground
  There is a deep dense fog hovering round

The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
  The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
  Curfews so early all think it's obscene

And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
  Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
  It's been well over a month since it covered the ground

Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
  I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
  I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike

Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
  So another pair of ear plugs I bought
  School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot

So I decided to grow my hair long 
  Hide my ear plugs under it all day long

But when I go home at night 
  And I cover up really tight
  And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
  Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe

Details | Rhyme | |

Springtime Wannabe

Sweet pea, Apple blossom, Anemone, Brodea,
Peach blossom, Amaryllis, Delwood, Freesia,
Ranunculus, Calla lily, Bird of Paradise.
I think each of these smell very nice.
Needing more, these are a must.
Gardenia, Hollyhock, Narcissus,
Tulip, Wax flower, Seeded Eucalyptus.
I’m neither gardener nor a green thumb.
Must I say it, I’m rather flower dumb.
Every flower I plant quickly begins to fade.

Where to plant, what to plant, I don’t know the trade.
Alas I try every year to have a great show,
Not a lack of effort, just a lack of know.
Now if you see me in the yard digging in the dirt,
Ask God a prayer for the plants not to hurt.
Because each year I do ask God to forgive me,
Even though I fail, I’m a Springtime Wannabe.

Inspired by the contest Flowers of Spring (not an entry)

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From Little Acorns

From Little acorns
One morning the little acorn opened up his eyes,
He looked down and all around in astonishment and surprise.
Ho felt the comforting branches rock back and forth and sway
He really liked this movement it comforted him on this his birthday.
As he looked down to the ground
He saw a squirrel looking up.
But he felt safe and secure in his snug fitting acorn cup.
The months went on and he was happy swaying in the breeze
He even had an acorn sister to dance with in the leaves.
They talked together way up high in the great oak tree
They caught the sun and got a tan 
They didn’t know the squirrel could see.
One day a great wind did blow
It ripped through all the trees,
It caught the acorn up there hiding, in between the leaves.
The little acorn was torn away from his sisters’ side,
The wind did take the acorn in its grasp, and threw him far and wide
The acorn battled with the wind throwing him all around
Then he came to settle, and found he was on the ground.
He laid there for a long time the leaves all covering him
He was beginning to get soggy, and his skin began to thin
The squirrel walked past him one day buteven he didn’t fancy him.
The acorn was bereft he was beginning to rot
The worms moved underneath him, the dirt built up on top.
One day when he was so sad when he felt a strange move
It was not the worms below him, and not the squirrel above
He had almost given in and admitted to defeat
But the strangest thing happened, he thought he was growing feet
His arms thrust up, his feet dug down; his head broke into the bright daylight
He was growing he could feel it, so he pressed on with all his might.
He grew and grew his branches spread, he was the tallest all around
Then he felt trembling in him and little acorns did abound
Now he was a mighty oak, he was happy as can be 
He looked around and realised, he wasn’t just a tree
He was complete he noticed, new acorns hung from every limb
One day they would drop down to the ground, and grow up just like him.

Details | Rhyme | |

Spirits in the Night

There’s a story on the island
 of spirits in the night,
 a special place where they go to dance
 on the sand in the midnight moonlight.
 You can hear them singing
 and laughing
 as they hide in the fog,
 they play hide-n-seek and 
ride the surf’s roll.
 You won’t see their faces—
but they see your soul,
 they watch you and hear you
 as the island winds blow.
 Their seaweed hair wet,
 limbs swaying in the mist,
 the moonlight gone,
 as the sand turns cold,
 they return each night,
 it’s their favorite place,
 well—that’s what I’m told.

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Details | Rhyme | |

Where Will The Little Sheepie Go

Where will the little sheepie go
When the fields are full of snow?
Maybe he has a garret flat
Where he eats carrots and gets fat

I fear in truth it is not so
And in the fields those bumps of snow
Conceal the sheepie shapely form
I hope his fleece will keep him warm

Details | Couplet | |

Brand New Day

Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don''s the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment.

Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white
Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright
Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long
Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged

Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go
Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow
Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don’t forget
Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret

Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back
Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track
Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies
Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life

One day we see one light that brings in so much hope
It shows one true love, in a whole new view
That day may be today, reading this here and now
These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile

A smile which won't leave off today
As we all know it's a brand new day.

Details | Free verse | |

Summertime Croaking Blues

The earth wails in cracked silence
 fissured with gaping yawns
 in the noonday sun.
 Parched smiles riddle the ground
 flaking off in a summer breeze,
 each a silent message begging for rain.
Grass is now served on lawns
 fried to a yellowed crispy crunch
 with a side of blistering sun.
Frogs that once heralded
 the arrival of reviving rain
 can now be heard croaking
 the drought-ridden blues
 ...............well beyond the midnight curfew.
 Their listless guests quietly sitting
 atop dried lily pads which now
 resemble shrunken toad stools
 listening to the hoarse-croaked blues.
Titled songs now being heard
 around the dried creek bed
 range from the one hit wonder
 “Parched in the Creek Too Long”
 to a new single now making its début
 “This Rocks Too Hot For Hopping.”
 No creek fee, just B.Y.O.W.
 (Bring your own water)
Written by: Debra Squyres
 With All rights reserved, on 7/7/2012

Details | Monoku | |

Put Down the Bottle, Dear Lady

Mother Nature - you need to make up your mind - is it spring or winter?

Details | Lyric | |


Rainter! O my Rainter! What are you, Rainter?
Are you a new season tinted by holy painter?
Rain is falling hard even in this freezing winter,
Everywhere disgust roams like a lonely hunter.

The winter rain congeals brains, soaks hearts,
With its two ice-cold hands and crying eyes.
Nature is camouflaging itself in several parts
To display how changing carpet of Time flies.

Rainter, a fragment of Nature’s jumbled play,
Is nothing but a cyclic blend of its crude tools.
Some would sense it exciting, others may say
“Rainter, thou art disgusting except to the fools”

Details | Light Poetry | |

Sheep Of The Apocalypse

The sundown shroud of evening fell
To settle on the city's wreck
Of buildings broke by wicked spell
Called by fate's destructive beck.

And from afar they saw the shapes
Stark, bleak against the red sunset
The ruined outlined cityscapes
Unknown misfortune met.

The country folk had little need
And rarely ventured to the smoke
But still they could not but take heed 
And wonder how those buildings broke.

So, from afar they wondered at
What strange calamity befell
The city that had been so great
But what they couldn't tell

A strange flock from the west emerged
The sunset blooded red their fleece
Had some uncanny demiurge
A flock of demon sheep released?

But, no, they were just simple sheep
That somehow seemed to be astray
Unanswered though the questions creep
To where the flock had been that day

The strangest tales are oft untold
And sealed before the tale's begun
Since they had sneaked out from the fold
What dark deeds had those sheepies done?

Details | Free verse | |

Whale Beach Morning (After)

Remembering, sex, sounds, Miles in the Sky,
Jaegermeister, O, bad, when, warm, why?

‘Tis apres ski! o me, o my, not for these hot antipodae.
No more, forever. Now, just, the
And I.

On the beach.

Serendip morning, perfect,
Palm-fronded, dawning, blue and silver, beige sand,
Sizzling, the sound, aroma!
Bacon and banana, coffee, toast,

Scrambled egg, red-hot chili, O ginger, garlic,
Tomatoes! Heal me!
Sometime, later, sorbet, maybe,
What? Champagne? Oh no, please, save me.

Then, leaning, her
Swimsuit, slipping,
Succulent, breast, almost, tipping, rudely, slow,
No. She flips it, back in, coolly…oh?

Beach. Hangover,
Burping, yawning, randy.
Sun, dazzling, the shades, cool, handy,
Oh yes, smile…the…(sleep?)

Razzling has made me lazy,
My poisoned brain, short-circuiting, crazy, I
Sip, hair of dog, ill-considered,
Breakfast, Bloody, Mary.

Surf, thuds, on. And my head,
Points, to the sea,
Swimming, turning, catching it,
Wanting cleaning, cleansing, clearing, body

Surfing? No, slowing, sucked back, rolling,
Sinuses swizzled, I,
Tumbled and twirled, am,
Dumped. By the first, little, shore-break, of the morning.

Then, slowly, recreated,
Finned, crawling and gasping like
The first air-breather, but
Back, on that vibrating beach,

I smile.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Carrot

I love the orange coloured skin 
My carrot has to tempt my eyes 
I love the crunchieness within 
Which with my teeth I realise 

I munch, I chew, I taste the juice 
The sweetness of the central core 
Willingly I let seduce 
This vegetable, this paramour. 

There is no finer time than this 
A summer's sunset in a field 
A carrot slowly chewed is bliss 
My soul is calm, my stomach filled.

Details | Free verse | |

SEXY FRENCH GIRLS encounter an American 15yr old boy

 in the eyes of an
15 yr  American old boy


My son
Sweet naive
Raised in China
Where MTV and YOUTUBE are banned
Where no girl kisses
Until her university days end.
Raised in China
Where knees are covered--
Lips are sealed--
Where boys
Only dream
Of the wonders of Red sex.
My son
Said he loved Paris
     For the Eiffel
     For the Louvre
     For the Seine
     For the wine.

But I knew
He loved Paris
For the
Blackest  panties
Barely hiding
Knowing smiles
Short tight skirts.

Details | Verse | |

Not Rearing Pigs

I received a cheque for three thousand pounds
For not rearing fifty pigs!
I laughed and I cried, I was aghast, so 
I danced a little jig!

The difficulty is…. not knowing how
You keep a detailed account?
Of the pigs not reared in any one month,
It could be a large amount!

So I wrote and asked which pigs not to rear 
Was it bacon or porkers as well?
Gloucesters and Saddlebacks were both rare breeds
As far as I could tell!

Do I get a large bonus for not rearing these?
Put me down for a hundred a night.
In six months or so a millionaire I’d become:
I won’t put up much of a fight!

Details | Couplet | |

The Plight of The Honey Bee

Stop it, we’re stressed,
Our collective mind, regressed!

Searching for fields of clover,
Flower to flower. over and over.

But those planes full of bug spray,,,
A little of that and we fly astray

We just want to do our job,
But were turning into an aimless mob.

Remember we help to make your food;
Without us you might just be screwed.

And you think we will tell our honey-making facts,
We’re sorry, but that’s none of your beeswax!

So just admit it you need us more than you think,
Were out of sync, we could be gone in a blink.

We can’t find our way to our honeycomb home,
That stuff that you spray makes us aimlessly roam.

Our children need a life that’s serene,
An please, God, help us save the queen!


Details | Narrative | |


...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

Details | Senryu | |


(Yes, I know that these are not as dark as typical senryu... But "haiku" would be even
more along the lines of false advertising!)

Dancing eyes look back
A flirt, a smile, a wag
Cat food breath again

Walking together
Connected to mother Earth
Time to pick up poop

Dance, dance, dance
See the leash! BE the leash!
Curse you, it's raining.

Seat belt means one thing
The sounds! The sights! The breeze!
Someone farted.

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Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.

Details | Haiku | |

Worms in Dirt ~ (Haikus)

Dirty worms squirming
Excavating with instinct
Wiggle brown wormy ~

Shoveling thick dirt
Accidently cut a worm
It wiggles in pain         

Details | Free verse | |


The rain marched uniformly as an army in its prime
But this was no ordinary army along too came their band
They marched with a song so calming to hear
It changed in slopes and meanders as it made its way down
They were the ones who woke you and they soon removed your frown
You sat and listened as their song changed soothing you out of sleep
One by one they marched on with their tune down the slope
They were an army never to march again but soldiered on
An army of many and army of one… purpose
It's the army that resurrects the thoughts of wartime
It's the song that tickles your mind and helps you back… to it
Hoping you will err not twice as every army on the slope has
Take a different journey hidden in the clouds of your sky
But like every soldier before down the slopes it pours
Raindrops in the night

Copyright  (c) July 2006 J.R. Thomas

Details | Limerick | |

The Birds and the Bees

Anyone from LA to New York
knows babies are not brought by the stork.
It takes nine months gestation
for a new generation.
Didn’t you learn that in school you dork?

Robert Pettit for Royal Trevino's The Birds and the Bees contest

Details | Rhyme | |


What makes me get up
is the strongest coffee cup,
and the enthusiasm to live a full day:
either indoor to write, or outside to play.

Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly,
sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola;
junk food won't harm my body if used moderately...
is there a sunnier, warmer place than California?

What wakes me up is the noise of a robin
tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak;
if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain,
hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek.

Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man...
choose North or South, snow or sunshine?
Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine
at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian.

Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich,
or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne?
My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach...
you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.

Details | Blank verse | |

the clouds

the clouds 
of sausage and kidney shapes 
and little shapes of Arp 
float past me 
in the sky of turquoise blue

in shades of white
pink and grey 
they move 
as the cadmium yellow sun 
shines through

and taps me on my head and nose
and brightens up 
my soul
as the energy glows from the top of my head 
to the tippy tip tip of my toes

Details | Rhyme | |

Tempest Lost

Lightning, lightning flash so bright lighting e'ery corner of night

Thunder, thunder from the sky rock me from my beddie bye

Rain drop, rain drop falling down saturate the thirsty ground

Windy wind whipping around tossing things west now eastbound

Tree branch, tree branch waving free knock out electricity

Darkness, darkness fills the house causing me to gripe and grouse

Flicker, flicker candlelight the time I wish you'd expedite

Onward, onward toward the hour when there once again be power

Kitty, kitty in the corner why so sad why play the mourner?

Soon oh soon this storm will pass ending your desperate morass

Lightning, thunder, rain and wind I wish your bane I could rescind

Details | Haiku | |

Blue Russian

fill glass with some ice -
add vodka coffee liqueur -
now splash on the blue

Details | Haiku | |

Duck Haiku

floating undisturbed,

upon the tranquil waters:

bread, declined by ducks 

Details | Limerick | |

Garbage Dump//For Limerick Game

In many and many ages hence
Standing on a hill that makes no sense
Archaeologist dig way down
Found way beneath a Royal Crown
Bad odor becoming intense

(This for Limerick Game or whatever passed from C.E.McMillen.  I pass the Limerick torch to 
Doris Culverhouse lovely daughter).

Details | I do not know? | |

The Blue Bottles Legacy

So there I was, minding my own 
Doing my normal things 
Buzzing around from house to house
Stopping only to rest my wings.
An old rotten apple, last nights take away
Things much to nasty for you.
Or meeting up with my old maggot mates
Whilst sitting around on poo!!

But this was to be no ordinary day
As my final buzz draws near
Today was to be my last on the earth
But not filled with trepidation or fear!
I did not have a clue 
That today I would die
That it was my time to go 
To the big waste bin in the sky

You see for years I have dodged the spider’s webs,
And rolled up news paper batons
And those electric grills that give you a zap
Or the sharp brisling teeth of a Venus fly trap
And yet the thing that would kill me, 
Be it much larger in size,
As on the windscreen of a car
I would meet my demise.

Some would say that what did me in, 
Was a lack of concentration
That I should have seen what was to come
Flying without due care and attention
And the last fleeting thought,
The last thing in my head,
Was my own back side 
As the Windscreen left me dead

So from high on above
I look back on the scene
Seeing my being as physical
Smeared across the windscreen
What a sad waste of life
But the lesson made me much wiser
My belief is reincarnation
And ill come back as a spider!!

Details | Couplet | |



Please, lowly and so very hairy worm,
believe ! You must have faith, your luck will turn;
your somewhat desperate soon-to-be flutter
will cause provision - of bread and butter -
to a family's table very far away;
this thought really ought to be making your day !

Alan McAlpine Douglas

Details | Free verse | |

Green and Blue

Fish swam in blue waves of cotton candy
Carless gulps of salty ocean
Tails whipping through chocolate sea
Sweet as a rice crispy treat
Mindless beauties beneath the land
Squishy scales under quick sand
While dinosaurs chant for reincarnation
Butterflies flutter in several mazes
Carrying souls from eras beneath to
Timeless eras above to retreat

Details | Alliteration | |

Winter Woe

Whispering winds of winter woe,
icy branches bend and bow,
catfish cradled in the mud,
winter waters slow their blood.

Scampering squirrels, fat & fluffed,
chasing, leaping, playing rough,
the birds are bent on staying warm,
surround the suet in a swarm.

Babs and Buster, canine friends,
stalk the squirrels who torture them,
they snort and sniff at gopher holes,
tormented by these mining moles.

In the western window, warm,
the felines flourish through the storm,
soon the sunshine's streaming in,
thus the cooking of cats begin.

Cloaked and covered, in cozy coats,
we wait for Spring with hallowed hopes,
to lay upon the dock again
and feel the sunshine bake our skin.

Details | Senryu | |

Golfing (senryu)

golfer has two shirts 
play it safe on "T " says he— 
if a hole in one!

Details | Quatrain | |

Stereotype Enforced by a Storm

While I appreciate the vacation
it would have been better if it were paid.
Funds lessened by nature’s aggravation,
lends credence to the starved artist charade.

Details | Haiku | |

You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you

Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back

Details | Rhyme | |


Side streets, avenues and boulevards
seem fortifications of past civil wars
with piles of ice glistening, and the grime
and dirt from passing cars splash them with slime..

The meteorologist from Eyewitness News grins as he tracks down the January storm
predicting no pleasant, sunny weather or break in clouds tomorrow night;
more snow from West Carolina will arrive to New York Harbor after midnight,
then it will change to ice, rain and sleet....I'll drink plenty of coffee to keep me warm! 

So worried, I called my  pretty niece who's traveling up North,
I told her to drive safely and stop at a gas station to check her tires,
but Claudio will soothe her blues as he hums many happy rhymes,
and lots of stories he will tell me having seen the kids of the South.

Wednesday I will go back to work, having plenty of time to sleep...
to do as I will, but staring at a blackened snow at every curb,
I can't bear the thought that spring is months away and my Ford
is parked between cars that haven't been moved since last week.   

I'm waiting without thrill more snow from West Carolina,
praying for everyone's safety as they cross another borderline...
If I were a kid, I'd build the funniest snowman on my block,
and happily go around it twenty times as a quacking duck!

Details | Limerick | |

I Fell In Love

I fell in love; my heart goes thump, thump.
You, dear one, a beautiful tree stump.
Creases that shine so clear.
Your presence, calls me near.
Say you love me, while I have this bump.

My heart craves in desire, for your rings.
Fire burns inside, as the minstrel sings.
Your caress sometimes rough,
I am your man; I am tough.
Say you will be mine, please, my lust springs.

My darling, thus true, you are my stump.
Adore resting on you, on my rump.
I ache for answer, soon.
Before the budding moon,
My sweet love, do not make me a chump.

Details | Rhyme | |

Table Manners

The birds in our back garden
Seem completely unaware
That when eating from a table
One should sit upon a chair.

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heady perfumes rise
sweet gardenia scents the air
helplessly I sneeze

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Strokes of sour power

Why would I wanna be lemon or lime?
When I could be lemon marang
It might feel good in my haven sublime
But there’s more left to do than just hang
The bumps and wrinkles of my skin
Reminds of some latter acne stage
But flavored juices from within
Show wisdomed hours on each turning page
Through leaves way up in the shady tree
The sun so often leaves me tanned
With hunger pains you came and picked me
Braving brush with wavering hand 
Nothing beats the view from up top
So high, it shows your dedication
Barked with lines that time can’t stop
For me a win-win situation
Convert me into something sweet
Or you could turn on your crusade 
To masquerade with sourpuss treats
And call yourself the lemon aide
No, leave me hanging high and dry
With shriveled smiles before I fall
I choose to remain here in the sky
Untouched till topsoil sprouts reform 
Who’s ever heard of a sour brigade?
That laughs and likes to play the fool
All gay and taunting the days away
The greatest trick I’ll ever pull

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broremann the farmhand

Broremann, the farmer worker. 

Every morning at five thirty sharp, my brother Broremann 
had to milk five cows by hand bring bucket full of goodness
to the scullery where maid sifted it and in a churn it went.
He had to start milking Rose first, she was the mother cow
other cows wouldn´t give milk unless he started with her.
After milking Broremann had to clean the barn five cows 
make a lot of dung; he pushed it down in a hole in the wall
it was later used to fertilize the land. My brother was proud 
of his ability to milk and his hands were, firm yet gentle. 
There was a problem though Rose didn´t yield as much milk
as before as she was getting elderly and the farmer sold her
to the knacker’s yard. It was a sad day and the other cows 
mooed woefully. The farmer bought a new cow to take Rosa´s
place, but Broremann couldn´t milk her first, as she was new-
comer, so he started with Gerda, now the oldest cow, and milk 
the new one last, thus rural peace continued in the cow shed.  

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I'll Help Save Earth

Humans say "Go Green"
How much greener can I get
 A Wind Turbine, soon

Inspired by Raul's Contest " Caterpillar's Gait "

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Daylight Savings Time


                                     The geese are in form
                       Northward bound, SPRING springs forward___
                                      Loss of sleep for man

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School Is In

Walking to the end,
of this old wooden dock.
The tranquility of the pond,
is disturbed, 
with a wizz and a plop
Ripples ,run from this,
bright orange bobber.
To town has come,
the foolish fish, robber.
Beneath the surface,
Old Tom sees,
a flash of gold ,
and wriggly brown.
For the reaper ,
has come,
to this watery town.
One young Bream,
plays hooky,
 from the school.
Ole Tom yells wait,
don't go there,
you fool.
Ah ...but the promise,
of a free ,
high protein meal.
Has already sealed,
the poor fingerlings deal.
With a splash ,
and flash of silver,
he goes.
The young fish stare in horror,
but 0le Tom knows.
Stay in school,
because the first,
shiny thing that comes your way,
may have a catch.

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The Storm

When the storm hit our town of Old Soling
It brought with it thunder a rolling.
My son said don’t fear,
As the angels are near
Because once again God must be bowling 

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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty

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My Bumble Bee Friend

Sitting on the green grass
A cute little bumble bee
Approached my spot
Sat and began spying me

I kept his gaze
We were eye to eye
or is it eye to eyes?
Either way, this contest we did try

Not One movement
This starring game
Even though we know
It quite lame

No buzzing around
Not a single shake
But i sat in the grass
While he sat on a stake

But in this moment
That we did stare
A new feeling came
I began to care

This little bumble bee
Did catch my heart
But as i went to hold him
He left, he dart

As my heart dropped
The love i did lack
Came whizzing by
He did come back

Landing on a flower
I did dare to hold
This cute bumble bee
So fuzzy and bold

And when my hand reached
To catch the bumble be stud
He stayed in my hands
My new bumble bee bud

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The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005

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Optimistic Daffodils

a forgotten pail
optimistic daffodils sprout without

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Monsieur Arac H Nid

My petite blushing rose
come turn your face towards me.
Ignore yon flitting and buzzing pests
silly dandies in black and yellow vests.

I long to spring upon your long green stem
dance amongst your soft and silky leaves
I'd spin a sparkling web so sweet and fine
then weave two cups of dew from which we'd dine.

They will simply tease and rob you of your gold
and adorn themselves of your fine riches.
Then without so much as a thanks or care
they'd desert you for other treasure scenting the air.

They cannot need you or love you as my heart does
for they already have another queen to return to.
They are brazen, drunken fools that can't hold your wine
or understand this ache so pure as ever will be mine.

So cast but one glance toward this winsome beau
and I can draw my last breath with joy.
I'll spin us a heart of gossomer thread and dew
for Monsieur Arac. H. Nid and his lady rose too!

©Jane Richer

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You're Going To Die Laughing

I could just imagine Tom 
dancing in the Lord's Kitchen
wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts
while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie
pose as Vacuum Salesmen 
at a Dire Straits Gig
making Tidbits and poking Wormholes
with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box
Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain
as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O.
and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention
on  Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine
Bet they end up thinking that  Lunar Craters
is the head cheese in charge 
As they sit to Wine And Dine for free

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My Hidden Garden


Days that end on notes unwell
Compel this weeping soul
To walk among a secret garden

Where stepping stones in careful lay
And the rains of winged and flower friends
Give way to hearts unburdened

And to tears of joy 
Or that of weathered season
To water the rose petals in uneven

“Tells us dear, why always sadness”
“Is when you visit here?”
“No more worries, friends will change that frown upon which you wear”

Their rainbow already smiles
And polka dotted eyes
Have ready changed me back to cherry cheer

As Sun flora holds me so motherly near
Where Doodly Bug does her dancing thing
And Blue Jay fails to tell a joke, because all he can do is sing

Betty Fly within her elegance of silence mimes
To Mr. Dandy Lion sending wishes off into the winds
And Inchee worm finally reaches me at the gardens end

In and among the gather, laughter spills all around
As the garden fills ever more and more
Until the sun party crasher comes down and down

And the fire flyers usher, and take to flight
A signaling sight to all
What brings about a hush quiet overhaul 

And as I rise, once more in cries
In departs from my secret friends 
They offer out all their good nights and even more their goodbyes!

My garden secret and hidden far
Safely within an enchanted meadow
Is tucked away like a precious treasure… beneath my softly pillow

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Don't Mess With Mom

                                                    there is no fury
                                                like a woman's fury -
                                           so don't mess with mom

Tribute To
Mother Nature

It's Not Nice 
Mother Nature   LOL

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Boris The Wombat

Boris the wombat was very fat
So fat in fact
That he had to sit back on his hind legs
Just like a dog when he begs
His best friend was called Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat

One day Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
Went to pay a visit to their friend, Roxy the fruit bat
But when they finally got there Roxy explained in a pained voice
That she slept all day and played all night
So Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
Said goodbye to Roxy the fruit bat
As she snuggled up tight

Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
Wanted a friend and so in the end
They decided to see Nelly the Numbat
When Nelly saw Boris and Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat
She asked them if they had seen Roxy the fruit bat
But they told her that Roxy wouldn’t come out to play
In the day
And that was that

Then Nelly the numbat
Asked Boris why he was so fat
And asked Pat why he wore that stupid Akubra hat
Well they had enough of being insulted
And so they bolted

After that they were sleepy and exhausted
And all of Boris’s bulky weight made his legs seem like lead
And Pat the wombat’s Akubra hat seemed glued to his head
It was getting late
And the duo still hadn’t found a play date
So they decided to call it a day
And that’s the end of the story, mate!

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Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace

Tribute To Turtles  LOL

Details | Cowboy | |

Muck Dance Ballet

(French terms to know: arabesque (ar-a-besk) stand on one leg, other leg extended back
with knee straight, arms out; pirouette (peer-oo-et) a full turn of the body on the top of
the toe or the ball of the foot; releve' (rel-vay) rise up from the whole foot onto the
ball of the foot; demi plie' (dem-ee plee-ay) half bend of the knees; port de bras
(por-de-bra) continual movement of the arms through a series of positions; fouette
(foo-ay-tay) series of turns on one leg, the other leg extending rapidly to side and
whipping around body; glissade (glee-sade) a connecting sliding step

When corrals turn to mush
and all dirt roads are slush,
springtime has arrived at our place.
The challenge begins
since I'm sans webs or fins
to walk outside with upright grace.

I don my galoshes
and cov'ralls that washes
to feed stock that wait in the lots.
By the time I return
I will honestly earn
my decor of brown and green spots.

As I step in the slop,
my galoshes do flop,
as ankle-deep mud gets a grip.
In slow forward motion
I ease through this potion,
resisting the muck's pull to slip.

I feed several hay bales
and balance two grain pails,
while working my way through the soup.
But before I am through
I'll lose one boot or two
from suction of that muddy goop.


My foot's poised in the air
as I (gasp) balance up there.
I execute an arabesque,
a slow pirouette
so I shan't get all wet.
What I need is a chair or a desk!

My predicament here
since my boot is so near
is to turn it around in the slop.
My balance must hold
while my foot's in this mold
and fearing my body will drop.

A controlled releve'    
and demi plie'
are more than my posture can stand.
A wild port de bras
while I desperately claw
finds me catching the ground with my hand.

I snap a fouette'
and turn the other way.
I manage a slippery glissade.
For it's not every day
you see Muck Dance Ballet--
just when ankle deep mud makes you wade.

Copyright Terry Henderson

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Menopause Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord for no more heat
For if it comes, I’ll be awake
I pray the Lord, don’t make me bake

I’ll even get down on my knees
And pray the Lord “Lord, pretty please”
Please don’t turn my furnace on
My flesh is weak, my patience’s gone

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep 
Since menopause turned on the heat
And it’s no good Lord, counting sheep
If into fire, Lord they leap

So Lord, please grant me this request
And take this fire from my chest
Let someone else be thusly blessed
And let me finally get some rest

Short Poem contest - Honorable Mention finish

written for my wife

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Sonnetina Sequence-THE RIPE ORCHARDS

September has come
and the ripe orchards
abundantly display their delicious fruits:
peaches of delicate rose,
and cherries of deep red!
Teens, with their empty baskets, 
anxiously run to pull them 
off the drooping branches;
and one of them yells,
" I have gotten the first one! " 

What a gleeful celebration for youngsters 
about to return to loved-and-hated school
with their band-new and heavy backpacks;
and they will write about these harvest's moments,
and wait with exciting eyes how their writings
will be scored by their teacher, and if someone 
should cheat, points will be taken kids,
squash your curiosity and kindly behave!
All of them did their best in writing poems without rhyme,   
poems of a harvest with an aroma so fine!

The hot afternoon reddens the faces
of all the experienced fruit-pickers,
and these struggling young ones
can't speed up to their pace!
" Hurry, Jack...let Susan help
you with your over-loaded basket...
everyone has finished picking and gone! "
What a humorous remark that
even makes the sullen and tired sun 
smile...when his duty is coming to a sudden end!

Happily they trot out of the orchards, singing nursery' rhymes,
sustaining the heaviest load they have ever felt ,
not to let their baskets drop and give the watchful squirrels 
a chance to snatch some of the tempting fruits away!
And as they look up, dusk makes its appearance to scare them away!
And as if they were chased by unleashed dogs,
some fall, some run for their useless drama started by fancy!
Much fun they had, but unhappy about the bruises on their knees,
at least, they had one consolation: all the peaches and cherries they could eat!
And they laughed at each other, no one could ever forget about their fright!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Tanka | |

The jackfruit and the flies

One day in summer
We were eating a jackfruit
Suddenly some flies
Smelling odor from somewhere
Came as the unwanted guests.

Details | Fibonacci | |

Prepared Fish

One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 

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Adventures in the underground                 	                                                     
did that grow up or down            		                                                 
Light on my head starring into the dark	     			               
what a funny word to be called as I imbark                                          	              
Could it be because I tread water and guano up to my knees                                      
or the sound I would make if I took a wrong step aiiee             	                
Like an aztec two steps which way do I go  		                                 
looking across the vast pothole                                                                                    
As I am pitching and squeezing back to the top                                                           
I am know speleologist but has any one seen the cave cop                                        
I can see the light of day from this cavern                                                                
maybe next time let's just talk about it at the tavern                                               
For I am filthy and dirty but not the word                                                               
maybe only to a caver if you have not heard

Details | Senryu | |

the wrong cawl-ing

they don't speak at night                                                                                                 conclusion animal not                                                                                                                    pretenders are lost

Details | Free verse | |

Winter snow

Morning comes, and I look out my window.
All I see is a smooth blanket of white, basically uninterrupted.
Even the pine trees, with their dark green boughs,
are laced with a layer of the glistening flakes.
Sun shines off the blinding expanse,
and throws rainbows off the icicles hanging off the eaves.
Brilliant blue above, not a cloud in sight,
is the only other color in the world I see.
But it brings to mind summer heat and the taste of lemonade.
And as I once more turn to face the steering wheel of my car, 
I think about how I can't wait for the tow truck to get here.
Being stuck sucks.

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Confessions of a Gardener

I like to make things grow
I’m very good at it.
I use my spade and dig quite deep
All sorts of bugs I like to meet.

Ladybirds live together just like in a kibutz
They are very friendly, but each other they don’t trust
I’ve never seen a wedding,they do not seem to mind
Sharing love with each other. I’ve seen them from behind.

Worms all wrapped around each other, I can’t tell them apart
Wrapped in ecstasy they seem, not wanting to move apart
The dragon flys are all around promiscuous they seem.
Hopping from dragon to dragon,I hope they are all clean.

The frogs they are, amazing, many partners they hold on too.
It really wears me out to see, the splashing that even reaches me.

The spiders I have never seen "At it",
 "At it" anywhere,
That’s because they scare me to much
And they might get in my hair.

I walk around the garden digging where I can
But am I really stalking, the snails in the watering can?
They twist and squirm together it really looks quite odd
I would have made it different if I had been a god.

My day of gardening is nearly done, I’m tired and need a rest,
But look at those two birds over there "At it" in the nest.
Oh woe is me a peeping Tom, I think I am becoming
Its going on all around me, I think it's time to go back in.

Details | Lanterne | |


laurel bark

Details | Pantoum | |

What Am I

At night  I shine upon my face
A gift  I am when in the dark
I'm  sent to you  by heavens grace
No match is needed for  my spark.

A gift  I am when in the dark
But when it's day  I never show
No match is need for my spark
At night  I give a gentle glow.

But when it's day I never show
No secret though am I to see
At night  I give a gentle glow
Now can you guess the name of me?

No secret though am I to see 
I'm sent to you  by heavens grace
Now can you guess the name of me?
At night I shine upon your face.

Details | Rhyme | |

What The Gardener May Only Suppose

On a summer's morn, waiting there,
Beneath the tint of yellow glare;
Lies the gardener's unending task,
Remove from soil each spear of grass.
To weed, in jest lay rest to weed,
Prepare for ground the birth of seed.
Turn the dirt and furrow the rows,
Then lean and loafe on hoe and stare
And marvel at the earth laid bare;
While all the while the weed it knows,
What the gardener may only suppose.

Details | Limerick | |


I once had a big fury bunny,
He was sweet and yes, he was funny.
He would hop all day,
and then I would say,
Let’s go to the park where it's sunny.

Details | Rhyme | |

Post-Apocalyptic Blues

Has Granny gone batty?
She tells us of love,
Of flowers and trees  
And a thing called a ‘dove’.
But none of these things exist now today,
Since the world heated up
And the lakes turned to clay.
The deserts are barren
Around our estate,
It’s a fight for survival,
A fight against fate.
We hear England’s legends
Of a pleasant green land
But the truth that we’ve known
Is just mountains of sand.
It is said it was greed,
A disdain for the Earth,
That robbed this poor planet
Of its greatness and worth.
We hear these old stories
And yearn for those days
Where living was easy
Beneath the Sun’s rays,
We starve now and bake
If we venture outside
And they claim again oxygen
Prices will rise.
We fight for survival,
We fight just to live,
We fight and we fight,
There’s no love left to give.
Perhaps Granny is batty
With the things that she tells
Through a longing for legend
Of fresh water wells.
Or perhaps it’s a memory
That she holds so dear;
Yes – I see now the truth
In her lone dusty tear.

Details | I do not know? | |


One of the problems
With Nature's great plan,
Is that a horse can't fly,
But a horsefly can.

Details | Rhyme | |

Special Halloween Costume

Something special for my love
Something for a Halloween treat
Ten rolls of Saran Wrap real neat
See through costume slowly greet
Greet him at the backdoor my dove
Scared him to death.

Details | Haiku | |

Armor Hotdog

bird of feather
flocks the all mighty sea shore
just for a hotdog

Tribute To
The Hotdog 
In All Of Us  LOL

Details | Free verse | |

Slugabed Versus Spider

The slugabed rarely moved upon his bed
While the spider slowly spun his web
Crisscrossing his web over slugabed's head
Gradually slowly working his woven tapestry with flow and ebb

Work, rest, check and test busy and rest
Web slowly spent all the ends tied and kept
Slugabed tried to raise his lazy head
Came eye to eye with spider and web instead

Moral of this story is: work_accomplish much, rest a little with some sleep on your bed
View and check your handiwork
Don't be a slugabed never raising your head

Details | Rhyme | |

In And Out

I came to see if you were in, but alas you were out
I kept my cool about it; I did not stomp or shout
I went away for a couple of hours, and then I did come back
Only to find you were still out, I thought my world would crack

I wandered off so sadly, wondering where you might have been
Then on my return at last, a look on my face quite serene
For at last you had come in, no more were you away
It must have taken several hours, as it does twice a day

I stood there on the shore as you swirled around my feet
I was happy for this feeling I find so hard to beat
The tides have bought you back again and for a little while
I will stand in you up to my ankles, on my face a stupid smile 

For soon you will go out again and leave me high and dry
That will make me want to stamp or maybe even cry
But that’s the way the tides work they bring you in and out
And I never tire of waiting till my feet your round about

Details | Rhyme | |


Icing on cake not chocolate
Nor white but mixture_gray
Cool air flows over and around
Stirring air; porch breezeway

Crow lands in top of pecan tree
Upon a fragile limb
Another crow joins him_limb bends
Precarious crow whim

Second crow flies away saves face
First crow flies away soon
I wonder if they had pecan
Tart for breakfast or noon

Details | Haiku | |

Boy Is It Cloudy

a cotpit viewing
altitude eight hundred feet
cloud coverage below

Tribute To Flying High LOL

Details | Quatrain | |


Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.

Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 

Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 

O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!

Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 

Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Haiku | |

Cowboy Haiku

He done stepped in
And it weren’t nothin’ too good,
Just a small road kill.

Details | Haiku | |

See, When They're Around

a flea jumps across
the arm of the recliner --
athletic insect

fly tastes the surface
of the bureau -- wood's polish
must be flavorful

a garden spider
darts along the windowsill
as on in-line skates

roach peers at me from
the chair across   it's rapt --
antennae flex and twitch

Details | Lanterne | |


on my back,
dawn to late at night
such nectar my five yes
do sight-
here and there-
to show I care,
tasty produce with you
I share-
in the
summer breeze
you take your ease,
whilst I'm nearly upon
my knees !

Details | Verse | |

The Jackdaw

The jackdaw is a curious bird
	He hops and runs along,
His genial “tchak, tchak” can be heard – 
	Alas, he has no song.

Why look these corvine birds so old ?
	Jet black and hooded grey,
With beady eye and black beak, bold,
	They chase small birds away.

Corvus Monedula is his name,
	It’s from the Latin took,
With habits very much the same
	Some take him for a rook.

Poor old Jack, has no collective
	For meeting with his friends,
He shouts “Tchak !  Tchak!” and this invective
	‘Gainst all mankind he sends.

Most creatures have collective nouns,
	It really is an oddity –
No way to name this gang of clowns ?
	I’ll christen them JOCUNDITY !

Details | Rhyme | |

The Cuckoo

The cuckoo calls her cheery word
To let us know she has returned
And everyone is quite pleased too
To hear the very first cuckoo

This lovely bird it will not rest
Lays its eggs in others nests
Then flies away and leaves behind
A foster parent who is kind

The cuckoo as you see my friend
Leave their children for others to tend
And when the young have grown up to
Their instinct tells them what to do

So when you next hear cuckoo’s call
Remember that I told you all
This bird means spring is on its way
And for some bird its foster day

Details | Senryu | |


From afar looked nude;
Her incarnate bikini,
The ocean’s beach rose.

Details | Haiku | |


Looks are deceiving
as you sit on my petals
you are bugging me

Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream

From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes

Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug

So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice

Details | Haiku | |

There's No Place Like Home

the great sand bubbler
watches incoming ribbed tide
from burrows back home

Details | Acrostic | |

Hen ~

How Many

Details | Rhyme | |


A Spider, beside her; combed her antennas and started to speak,
'A fly, Oh my; became entangled and started to shriek,
so I hurried and scurried; down my line to try to calm him down,
he really was in a bind; entwined and acting such a clown!'

'Then he fussed and cussed; calling me such foul and terrible things,
that I suppose, I chose; to let him spin and continue to swing,
there he hung, well strung; caught in the silver threads of my trap,
I wasn't in the mood, for rude; insects and climbed up to take a nap!'

'I returned, to learn; that something had broken my ultra thin line,
sticky glue, stuck to; the strands of my once pretty silk twine,
it was a blow, to know; that a bat had spirited away the tiresome pest,
for you see, and agree; that it is so hard to find entertaining dinner quests!'


Details | Rhyme | |

Departing Storm

Departing storm you've wreaked your wrath

As such I've seldom seen

The power of your winds and rain 

Ripped through county Racine

With straight line winds, tornado too

And lightning bright as day

The savage fury of your approach

Cause trees to bend and sway

And at the peaking of your pass

My kitty was not found

For under bed he hid away

'Til your ferocity calmed down

And as I see you slip away 

into the dark of night

I breathe a sigh of great relief

But know you're not contrite

Goodbye to you, departing storm

To your thunder and lightning complicity

I'd watch the radar to see you leave

But you left me without electricity

Details | Haiku | |

Feeding Frenzy~

innocent victim
jumping to swallow the bait~
I scrape away scales

Details | Quatrain | |

Officinale Taraxacum

Officinale taraxacum,
the plain and simple dandelion,
If I said that most adore her,
brother, I'd be lyin'!

In garden plots and flower beds,
twixt paving stones, they flourish,
a boon to some, a pest to some
who wish that they would perish!

In her defense I must applaud
with great exhilaration,
the determined way she grows,
her quick proliferation!
If you favour wine or jam
this yellow bloom's for you,
its leafy greens are great for salads,
and it helps your liver, too!

The dandelion is here to stay,
and stay, and stay, indeed;
some don't mind its yellow crop,
to others, it's A WEED!

Details | Haiku | |

Dew Drop Inn

single red roses
unfurling their petals wide -
at the dew drop inn

Tribute To The

Details | Haiku | |

The red millipedes

When I was a kid
I touched the red millipedes
To make them look round!

Details | Haiku | |

Banzai Tokyo

Banzai Tokyo
Land lashing tsunami tongue
Godzilla is home

Details | Burlesque | |

The Search For Intelligent Life In the Universe

MIghty radar arrays,
Pointed at the sky,
Looking for intelligence,
Don't ask me why...

Incredibly strong telescopes,
On earth and in deep space,
Peering ever so eagerly,
To find another race....

Makes one wonder,
How many up there..
Are pointed down at us??
Apparently so far
We have not created a fuss...

I wonder from where they
are based,
On planets far or near? 
Either way I guess it
don't matter...
Because no intelligent
beings, here, there are.

Details | I do not know? | |


Young women with bodys hard
Working out with tubs of lard 
Wanting men to notice their chest
With buns of steel pointing west
North and south given to me
Yet they notice the gold on me
Yes I know my north doesnt abound
And my south hangs low to the ground
Yes their east and west is very stout
No matter what I do it wont help out
Gold that shows without a doubt
Years gone by without a shout
Yet I cant but want what I see
Even though they wont see me
With all this gold 
MY fire only goes cold
North and south gone astray
Given to stallions who can play
With nothing left for me
But to watch and dream with my t.v.

Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Sunshine

    The sun is breaking the horizon,
a thousand rainbows of dewy light,
reflect off newly mown hay.
Bleats,moos,caws,hisses,neighs,and winneys
of the barnyard
the beginning of a pastoral day.
The rays of the sun,
crawl along the ground
just touching the vane ,
of that ,old red barn.
Time to get up ,get out of bed
life waits for no one,
when you live upon a farm.
Strutting proudly  up the path,
he's the cock of the roost,
the one to start the day.
He knows that he's one fine specimen,
his carcass it's grade "A".
He gives all the hens a wink,
not quite honest or sincere.
He jumps upon the highest perch,
for all to see and hear.
Throws out his some what massive,
feathery chest,
Throws back his head ,
to do his best.
Darn no cough syrup for roosters.

Details | Couplet | |

Fire Ants!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  All over my yard!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Why do you try so hard?

There are little hills of demons all over my land
Filled with the little critters that I just can’t stand!
The sting and they bite and leave scars on me.
The have even killed my very favorite tree!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  Are making me so mad!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Where’s that can of diesel I had?

I will be diggin’ in a flower bed when suddenly
Those darn fire ants are swarming all over me!
I run to turn on the water and grab the water hose
So I can wash away the fire burning under my clothes!
Fire ants! Fire ants! Taking over Texas!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Meaner than my exes!

One of these days, I will manage to eradicatecate
Just as soon as someone improved fire ant bait
My land will then have a fire ant sign
Saying stay off of my property, it is mine!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  Making evil mounds!
Fire ants! Fire ants!   If you got ‘em, trouble abounds! 

Details | Haiku | |

Rain on My Parade Trilogy (Haiku/ Series)

as the cool breeze blows
rises with condensation
moving like cloud nine


condensation into clouds
magic carpet ride

like rain pouring over head
gliding to shelter

Details | Haiku | |

Go Fetch

a leap of great faith
time to hit the water pool
fetching is for me

Tribute To
Man's Best Friend

My Pup {Shadow}  LOL

Details | Blank verse | |

Dog Ownership

  Dog owndership is not for me nor is the
dog walking buisness even if someone was
to pay me a fee or buy me a car and
throw in a house that's free of mice

  Dogs always have to stop and sniff around often
 even and lag way behind especially if their person
wants to contine walking and thinking out loud while
assuming that the dog is close by to find out that's not

   Dogs usually want to be good or so trainers claim
 but training a dog is a stressful challenge although 
 it's great to have  one's dog in the car at Taco Bell
 and there's nobody else with whom to share

    It's harder still when one's dog seemingly starts to
   have a hearing problem and runs away from the driveway
  as if confused on a hot day and then runs back home before
  it can be found- I like certain kinds of dogs but to own one just
  isn't for me.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Winter

So many people rave on about summer
To me this couldn’t be dumber
Winter is the time for me
A time where I feel truly comfortable and free

Winter is great sleeping weather
Either alone or embracing together
There is no season that is better
Some like it dry I like it wetter

My troubles get washed away with the rain
Swept away like the winter leaves down the drain
A time where I feel less pain
A time where I feel slightly less insane

With considerable rain comes a departure of the water restriction
One can bathe without fear of conviction 
In summer people smell and sweat
Less likely in winter because it’s cold and wet

Winter starts on the 1st of June
With the darker winter nights comes a brighter moon
The sounds of the rain and wind at night
The pound of thunder accompanied by sparks of light

When it’s cold you can put on a beanie or an extra top
If it’s hot there are only so many layers you can strip before you must stop
Winter is a time for rain, hail and snow
A time when the weeds slowly grow

In winter there are less flies, rodents and ants
In winter I can feel comfortable wearing pants
In winter termites are less active or even dormant
Good for us but for them a bad predicament

Winter is a great time for a hot drink
And an excellent time to head to the ice rink
In winter you can hug without feeling sticky
Being intimate when it is hot can be quite tricky

A drink stays cold so you don’t need to add ice
In winter you can have a hot curry with rice
In winter football is played
Birds migrate and eggs are laid

You lay beside a warm fire
And drink red wine or whatever you desire
There’s nothing finer than a warm home cooked dinner
In winter you are less concerned about being thinner

You may get a little cough or sneeze
And you may see images like these
Children playing in a puddle
A loving couple having a cuddle

Winter colours can be dark but also bright
Like when water turns to snow it appears white
The sparkling of stars at night
The fallen leaves with the wind in flight

Winter is most definitely the best of the four seasons
This has been proven with so many reasons

Details | Rhyme | |

A Bush Walk

On a clear day, under a blue sky
My friends and I
Decided to go for a picnic lunch
So we headed out with a basket full of yummy
Things to munch on
The walk was long
But we were having fun
Warming our bodies in the midday sun

But while our fun had just begun
We were in for a shock
For sunning himself on a rock
Was a wombat wearing an akubra hat
My god he was an ugly little thing
And one of the ugliest wombats I’ve ever seen
We all let out a startled scream
Because this wombat could walk the walk
As well as talk the talk
And he told us with a snort
That he was going to take our lunch
And not to complain
Or he’d punch our lights out
Were we that game?

We all gave an angry shout
There was no way we were going to
let him steal our meal
just then the wombat let out a startled squeal
because at that moment who should come
crashing through the bush?

It’s none other than Skippy the kangaroo
He’ll know what to do
The true blue superhero
In for some action like Robert De Nero
We decide to call him
Here skip! We call
But watch in dismay as he trips and falls
Over a rock
He took a hard knock
And as Skippy crumpled to the floor
Faster than and unwashed sock
We knew for sure
That Skippy was more zero than hero

And as we stood there
We were scared once more
When the wombat saw this
He jumped off his rock
And gave us a look that made our hearts stop
But then we realized his size
He was only inches high
With a smile I raised my foot
And kicked that wombat into the sky
With a relived we saw that wombat fly
Now that was all over and done
We could start having fun again
And we got to keep our lunch in the end!

Details | Haiku | |


Birds of a feather
Do always flock together
Then crap on my car

Details | Rhyme | |

Welcoming Frankenstorm

Welcome, my hodgepodge, vicious friend,
no need to breathe at my window.
In less than a day you intend
to shatter it with a raged blow.

No cause to slobber like a brute
turning fall bright leaves into boats,
nor drive my maples to uproot
daring them to morph into floats.

Mind your manners please, you’re my guest,
throwing rubbish around is rude
(and childish at the very best).
Do your best to contain your mood.

Details | Free verse | |

Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!

Details | Free verse | |

lost love

Lost Love 

On TV, the weather women I secretly love,
said it was 22 degree Celsius   outside and 
a beautiful evening. She smiled and winked,
knew I was admiring her. 

She left and gave room to world news read 
by a man in suit and tie; he read about 
disheartening news and an Arab spring that 
is turning into a military dictatorship  

The weather woman walked home, turned
on the TV and tried to see me, but I was on
the terrace watching the stars and I had, in
my distraction, forgotten her.   

Details | Rhyme | |

Puff Puff

My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth

Details | Rhyme | |

TEXTING pt pt pt

All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear

Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom

For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear

In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone

Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list

See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum

Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence

For the contest,  Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th

Details | I do not know? | |

A Very Beeyootiful Day

Oh, to be a yoot, with fanciful weather outside, to boot,

 Let out your peacock feathers, your the best from the Bronx Zoo,

 Elevate your voice, let them hear you speak your smack,

 Good times by blasting Weezy, Pants drooping below your wise crack, 

practicing your handle, strutting on the courts, 

trying to let the women glimpse your acumen in sports, 

so be Kanye West, Steven Tyler, or whoevers your Dream Weaver, 

what the heck, strut down the block like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever,

 Move like Jagger with a swagger, to your hearts content sashay, 

For Ladies and Gentleman , 

I present to you, a very beeeyoootiful day!!!

Details | Rhyme | |

True Camel's

On African deserts you must be wary,
Of the famous one humped Dromedary.
He is jealous of his Asian brother,
Who has that hump and then another!

That Bactrian camel (the one with two humps)
Must slow way down when crossing bumps!
When those humps hit they go, "Ker-Splatt!"
Did you know those things are filled with fat?

Bactrian camel's are handsome guys,
With long thick brows around their eyes!
With those two humps and pretty faces,
They're very popular at the oasis!

So that's the story of True Cammel's
That happy, humpy desert mammal.
On any desert you should be wise,
Park your car and ride these guys!

Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson

Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson

Details | Light Poetry | |


rainbow lorikeets
joined in mating
spin around
hang from branch
together singing

Details | Shape | |


                           H   W   H
                      I                       I
                T           R B R           T                         
          E            O              O           E  
     /             W           b          W            \    
 (            N              ckl               N           )
     \             W          a           W            /    
          E           O               O           E 
                T          R B R            T
                      I                      I    
                           H  W  H       


Details | Senryu | |


While I stand and watch
Nothing important happens
As clouds pass over

Details | Lyric | |

let's do it

peas do it
whole forests of 
deciduous trees do it
we's could do it too

let's copulate

complete phylums of 
pedigrees do it
i hope you'll agrees, 'n' do it
all desires to appease, do it

let's copulate

the paupers and the potentates
everyone wants to procreate
all manner of fauna and flora
do desire and simply adora

to copulate, they think it's great
every species wants its mate

giraffes are always necking
pretty parrots prefer pecking
gouramis like their kissing 
waiting ladies, other blissing

so let's copulate

orchids all colored and scenting
attracting insects by augmenting
instincts desire to copulate
life’s fascination to procreate

arthropods genetically driven
give nods to drives unforgivin'
the whole world's standard of livin'
is driven by a desire insatiate 

to copulate and procreate

so i hope that you'll agrees
don't give my affections a tease
i prefer not to beg, but please
i'll get down on my knees to

assume my position 
on this admonition
let's copulate

oh baby, slake my burning desire
to amorously set your pipes on fire
all i really wanna do
is water your Archimedean screw 

so let's do it baby, let's copulate

to tell you now, my own discourse
it's just our mattered intercourse
a filibuster would be remiss
I vote for you and me to congress

I'm unimpeachable
if you're reachable
let's do it, let's copulate

© Goode Guy 2011-06-02

with thanks, (and sincere apologies) to Cole Porter

Details | Shape | |

Umbrella Inside Out

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Details | Rhyme | |

Something Fishy

When I awoke, I found I was in a different land
stood amongst trees and flowers made of sand
still holding the tv Tuna in my hand.
I walked in through the Crabs side door
and Floundered, couldn't feel my feet any more
they had gone from right under my nose
Why they were there in the first Plaice? Who knows?
The Crab wasn't home, so I left him a note
with no pen or paper, you may ask how was it wrote?
ahh, well, that's none of your business
but all the Fish know how it is.
Through the window, I see horses, oh Seahorses
Something sparked and made me squeal
I just trod on an Electric Eel
A smile Bream-ed wide across my face 
as I plugged in my double Bass
rockin' out with Squid and George Martin 
having a party in the Octopus' garden.

Oh such a happy place to be, below the waves and under the sea!

Details | Blank verse | |

When I plucked out my brain, I saw

When I plucked out my brain, I saw
it had roundness and grooves.
So it was a wheel and fire.
It was also made to aspire.
There were literature and awe
when it would move
like an unlit seed in winter.
I would come to despise its birth.
It lacks a maid, a lover, and call nurse.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
Sometimes it can be a thorn
but most times it's a rose
This colorful little hobby that I chose
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
from all of the slipping and sliding
and the running, hiding, and colliding
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
As I close,
Let me just say
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
is at sunset when all of the grey
has been washed away
and I reach the top 
and get ready to play
That's when I take a big breath
smile, and deny death
and I stop
and then I dance
on my tip-toes
and I spin around as my whole body glows
even my clothes
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
and breathing out the lows
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
where I am colorfully kissed
and feel 5 years old
I bang my head
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
on a giant pot of glittering gold
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold

Details | Haiku | |

Behind The Skunk DIsplay

polecat on front paws
a cross readdy to fire
run before discharge

Details | Diamante | |

isn't funny.

the lines roll off our lips or the words that were so hard to find while in love come to
us like water from a fall,
the colors we see while our hearts are full brighten our world yet blind us to the words
that make anyone understand,
roses are red yada yada yada some thing about you, a love smitten lover, a boyfriend, or
husbands call,
if you read it and fill what they are saying love surrounds you, if you turn away click to
the next poem heart ache makes it's stand,
in love we see all that is right,
in heart ache pain is all that is in sight,
a smile filled with love,
tears of ache fall as we curse the heaven above, 
yesterday you were the brightest of them all
 today i see he/she just made you fall,
was it the love song, the long walk,.
the way your eyes locked, or the all night talk,
you fell, or shell I say you jumped head first into love are thats what you thought,
writers block right .... you could only say I love you in so many ways,
now in pain you see it was all for not,
now you write the words that that others want to say,
isn't it funny in love your creative, alone.....your a poet,
they greatest poems ever written are sad,
love poems never fit,
love is patent love is kind love is what we have and had
and a broken heart walks alone on a empty sea shore,
isn't it funny and hate .....forever and never more, 


Details | Limerick | |

The Lost Poet

There once was a poet named Sue
Who wanted to write a haiku.
But her Nature was such
She didn't know much,
And was lost as to just what to do.

Details | I do not know? | |


The scribble of pen on paper
The low rumble of hushed voices
The shuffle of people walking by
The tapping of keys on a keyboard
The rustle of turning pages
The hum of lights above me
The tap of subconscious fingers
The whizz of cars passing by
The clip of opening and closing binders
The thunk of a mug landing on desk
The buzz of the bees outside
The screech of seagulls over the shore
The chink of the hole-punch
The glug of a water bottle
The crash of waves against the sand
The bells of laughter in the distance

Lifes Natural Rhythm.

Details | I do not know? | |


We’re living in a high tech age 
Of megahertz and gigabytes,
But still can’t manage to assuage
The itch of tick and chigger bites.

Details | Haiku | |

Clinging Cat

Cat clings excitedly 
To four by four support post
Dog barks nips at heels

Details | Couplet | |


With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most

Details | Haiku | |

I'm Very Passionate

my bleeding heart - pumps
purple passion just for you
drip drip drip drip drip

Tribute To 
Bleeding Heart Flowers
So Dainty But Beautiful

Details | Quatrain | |


I once knew two sisters
aptly named Flora and Fauna
I coulda loved them both
for sure I was a goner

Flora was a flowery lass
pretty Fauna was easy to envy
both sisters planted kisses
on cheeks so warm and friendly

Fauna could change chromatically 
instantly from green to red
emotions turned emphatically
joy morphed to anger instead

Flora bright-colored and perfumed
smelled wondrous and made me hot
she'd float in and brighten any room
while Fauna could definitely not

animal instincts gave way you see
though both sisters lovely when bare
Fauna tasted a bit green to me 
Flora blossomed her flower to share

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08

Details | I do not know? | |

Slightly Incoherent Storm Musings

Let’s see how long the electricity stays.
The lights have flickered
But the wind still blows
and I expect twice to happen tonight.

Nature inspires verse with a touch of fright
that’s joy to compose.
Thrill and Risk bickered
with Sense over loyalty of my ways.

Details | Blank verse | |

Snapple bottle and cap

the underside 
of the Snapple bottle cap
that the nothingness 
of a black hole
generates a sound 
in the key of B flat

who can doubt
a Snapple cap

Details | Rhyme | |


I didn't take my umbrella, assuming
the weather wouldn't respond with a whiplash,
and on coarse sand I trudge, not thinking
of a cloudburst to induce fear and suddenly bash.

My grip on this balloon string has the strength of a cord,
in case those clouds belch and belie...
luckily its rapid ascent is not beclouded,
and the flight's climax holds my attention to excite me.

Floating balloon, don't let me off this cloud nine,
keep going further up until you are set free,
and that cloudburst, drunken with sunshine,
will not hinder your enthusiasm and make you bleary.  

Slowly come down, and I will catch you blithely,
as you bob, boasting a new win with a deflating burp,
crashing in my folded arms, to snuggle you contentedly...
here's a blue ribbon, weary balloon, for all the mirth.   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Didactic | |

The beautiful Virgin

     When your ears hear the sound of her walk
     Let your heart be wide enough to receive her
     Make your hand straight to shake her
     Without your eyes closed at her beauty 
     Then would she choose to stay with you
     Success!The beautifil virgin begs for sex
     Who is the man that is ready for her?

Details | Cinquain | |


for the slow moving eye.
keep it busy with a fresh food

Details | Verse | |


The sunrise is a golden, peachy delight,
replacing the treacle blackness,
of the kingdom of the night.
The brightening wakens me
from my deep insensible slumber,
and outside of my window
the songbirds grow in number,
to sing their dawn chorus,
competing to be heard,
each trying to sing much louder,
than any other bird.
So the conspiracy of our star,
and my feathered friends,
means that it is certain,
this is where my dozing ends!

Details | Free verse | |

" The Catch "

Edge of the seat quest
so you can get there 
no time wasted

Brief bush walk
to that spot
popular as 'our's'

The blanket shaken out
sails down making
hard ground soft

Everything needed for
this expedition
unpacked hurried yet delicately

He shows you
how to bait that hook
slapping hands
at the squirming nature within

Concentrate! No giggling!

Wrapping arms gently around
pulling you and the invention back
expressing how to
throw forth 

The weight
the meat
into the waters

Smiling with enthusiasm
first part succeeded

Bums fall graciously into
portable chairs

Cans cracked open
as gentle tunes
buzz from a radio
and into the bush

A tug captures attention

Jump up 

Stand strong
ready to pull
hoping a precise sized meal

The creature tries to match your strength 
unwilling to give life so easily

But you fight back
luring in
piece by piece

Until the battle
is yours

As the day comes to an end
the bucket carried
contains dinner
for the next week

There are sincerely big smiles
and relaxed content souls

Details | Haiku | |

Cough It Up

deep in the valley
cumulus congestus skies
coughing up a storm

Also Entry For 
Raul Moreno's 
Inspiration In Haiku Contest

Details | Haiku | |

Go Ahead Dump Me

                                                 beneath wooden fence
                                               clay pot amidst leaves rustle -
                                                       feeling abandon

Details | I do not know? | |



My FLOWERS are keen
And watch what I do

My FLOWERS count time
And lies when they’re true

My FLOWERS fill a bowl
At the edge of my mind

There in the moonlight
My FLOWERS are enshrined

Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine
Love of floral, love of mine
Left alone, left to shine
All that’s bright and twice divine

My FLOWERS need a bell
That rings on Sunday morn

A bell of splendid color
For FLOWERS when they’re born

My FLOWERS lean north
To drink from porcelain dish

My FLOWERS lean south
As willpower turns to wish

Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine
Love of floral, love of mine
Left alone, left to shine
All that’s bright and twice divine

My FLOWERS follow kings
With gemstone and stained glass

My FLOWERS stand at guard
No ancient age shall pass

My FLOWERS catch rainbows
And blue peas in a spoon

My FLOWERS press aloft
Under starry winter moon

Fresh then are my FLOWERS fine
Love of floral, love of mine
Left alone, left to shine
All that’s bright and twice divine


Details | Quatrain | |


The warm spring rain still falls on the cherry trees,
pelting on the sodden and drooping *lavender lilies...
forming a small lake, where playful robins
bathe and fend off the thrusting, thirsty shrikes.

Soon children will come out and act dippy...
chased by wild puppies and mousy kitties
fighting over their stuffed, torn bears;
oh, there goes my peace and *tranquility!  

The *fragrant lilacs are in dire need of growth and color,
lately they haven't soaked up enough sun and raindrops:
tingeing them, allowing them to revel in their *splendor;
never denying lovers the *dulcet tones of their voices.

The tranquil skies conjure up a past *bliss,
can a poet's unrhymed words, emitted in a *whisper, go on *lilting?
He will delightfully inhale the strong perfume of the breeze *wafting!
And will he create verses with *eloquence?

Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest,
Word Warrior Challenge: Beautiful Words

Details | Haiku | |

Moon Shine Trilogy (Haiku Series)

fresh Moonshine
hidden jars in barn
country road


sweet corn from the field
natural grain distillation
liquid vapor flows


mountain still brewing
transforming barley and rye


Details | Light Poetry | |


I felt utterly sapped to the core
  that glorious August day
  and hence decided to take a rest
  under a massive shade tree
While in such a meditative
  and carefree oblivious state 
  a sticky globule of gooey tar
  oozed loose from a topmost branch
  and headed straight for me
Unbeknownst to this fine fellow
  (rooted in rough hewn
  paul bunyanesque virtue from stem to stern)
  my fate would shortly be sealed
  without any rhyme or resin
  whereby only some accidental discovery
  the only bark of a chance
  that could cast this fledgling poet free
In short shrift the whimsical spree
  to catch at least one hundred winks
  found unexpected immobility to flee
  thenceforth to become a human specimen
  trapped  scores of eons
  for future eyes of the curious to see. 

Details | Light Poetry | |

Funeral On The Fly

Please be seated. Thank you. Thank you all for coming. 

We will now observe a moment of silence 
In memory of this Fly that has passed 

NOW FOLKS! though he Layyys here before us 
It wasn't that loooong ago he sat on my glass 

BRETHEREN! you wouldn't know by the state that he's in 
BUT, he's in a Beeeetter Place!! 
PRAISE BE! With his Inards where they're Suppose to have been! 
Instead, I SAY Instead of his but smashed into his face! 

SISTERS! Sing with me now. Be INspired! 
He would WANT us to carry on! 
Can I get a Hallelujah from the choir!? 
EVERYONE join us in Song 

.(sing sing sing)............................................. 

Brothers and Sisters, you may Now pass by and pay your Respects. 
THEN, move ooooonnn down the hall to the bathroom and WAIT! 
Where he will be flushed PER MY request. 
REMEMBER BRETHEREN Please leave your Generous donations in the plate! 

Details | Rhyme | |

Sleep never comes when it is wanted

I can not get to sleep,
I have counted many sheep,
I've tossed and turned,
I have been moon-burned,
But still I can not get to sleep,
I've thought of the memories I shall keep,
I've picked at my nails,
I've listened to the gales,
But I still can not get to sleep,

Details | Lanterne | |

Lanterne On Lightning

       path of
                        raining white heat

(Wikipedia: God K is the Schellhas-Zimmermann-Taube designation of a codical Maya deity representing lightning.)

Details | I do not know? | |


Have you ever seen a Snake?
	Have you ever seen its hips shake?
It can't even climb straight up a wall,
	But here we are, standing tall.

You must have heard about the Cow,
	But nothing other than it's Mow,
Doesn't do anything, but walk and walk,
	But as Humans, We can sit and talk.

Have you ever seen a buzzing bee?
	Some might have not, cos it's so small to see,
Spends its life seeking honey,
	But, Can it buy honey with money?

Have you seen the lovely Birds?
	Chirping on without any words,
Keeps measuring the width of the sky,
	But Unlike us, Can it laugh and Cry?

You must have heard of a Dog's bark,
	Keeps on doing it until the dark,
Pleases everybody by wagging its tail,
	But, Can it write an examination and FAIL?

So, without any second thoughts,
	Man is superior to all, in all sorts,
Man is undoubtedly God's Best Creation,
	Created to provide World's recreation.

So let's be, and make others happy in this earth,
	       And thank God for having given us this birth,
Life's too short to be spent worrying,
	     Let us all make each of our lives a Joyful Living.

	    THINK ABOUT IT!!!!!

Details | Rhyme | |

Haggis " ever caught one? "

Welcome world as you read this poem

Its about the Haggis

Scottish Highlands they roam


The lowland Haggis with legs the same

Evolution from the Highlands they came


But the truer beasts, rarely in sight

Run through the hills left and right


With one set of legs longer than the other

On the steep Scottish slopes

They don't fall over


With the world in recession 

We have a tourist boom

Highland Safari's

Have lifted the gloom


So book now to catch your own

Take a photo, email it home

So come the summer, they hibernate

Get on that plane, before its too late

Details | Blank verse | |

If only the were awake while they were sleeping

the night stretched on until dawn, sleep evaded my eyes, 
I couldn't sleep not a wink, I just stared blankly to the skies.  
then it hit in its purest form, boredom I could not overcome, 
so there I was, all alone,
awake, while the world around me continued on                                            
             in a dream.  
If only they could have seen my madness envelope me, 
the black tarp became my angry ocean 
my sleeping bag the only floatation for survival.  
I had to fight to stay alive, fight to swim to the shore.   
Humps of boulders dotted the stormy waters, 
dodging them to save my life, and the embarrassment of waking 
                                                                    to find me slithering
                                 Oh if only they were awake while they were asleep, 
they could have seen the winning play at home plate 
and the amazing slide that won the game!  
      sky started to change from midnight blue to a magnificent white, 
morning was coming, and the world still lay at rest.  
the chill in the air turned to a warm breeze 
and the birds began their morning whistle routine.  
The sound of crickets faded and they sky was orange.  
                                 if only they were awake while they were asleep, 
they could have heard my laughs of insanity.  
   too long had my eyes wondered and not reaped sleep, 
     too long had my brain worked without rest, 
       too long has it been since I have slept.  
                                If only they were awake while they were asleep.
        sleep...long overdue

Details | Senryu | |

Shining Glass

Broken glass window,
Glittering in the sunlight;
It wasn't my fault.

Details | Quatrain | |

Fishing Fun

Our fishing trips arn't fruitful,
but they're always lots of fun.
We always have a story
about losing "the big one".

Most of the time we're casting
while dad says "Watch your pole!
To be a real good fisherman
you have to play the role!"

"You can't keep reeling in your bait.
Patience is the key.
If you just stare right at the tip...
You'll get will see."

"Stop making noise!", "Stop fidgeting!"
"Who drank up all my pop???"
"Don't hit her!" and "Don't look at him!"
"This fighting's got to stop!!"

Just when we reach the fishing hole
of course you need to pee!!
Next week we'll try it all again!
It'll be fun... REALLY... You'll see!

Details | Rhyme | |

World Naked Gardening Day

I am not making any of this up.  It is a real and recognized 'holiday' all around the 
world if not in your hometown just yet.  It was reported on in the USA Today 
newspaper just this morning.  

What’s this world coming to
I read it just today
They’re promoting naked gardening
On the 14th day of May
It started back in 05
But has spread around the world
It’s all about the great outdoors
And doing it unfurled
It celebrates the weeding
Planting flowers in the buff
And trimming more than hedges
As if that’s not enough
It’s soaking up the sunshine
Big doses of vitamin D
And trimming trees and bushes
For everyone to see
It’s best to warn your neighbors
Or to work behind a fence
It’s not for the faint-hearted
But for those with confidence
But take it slow and steady
Don’t get in a big rush
Be sure to use some sunscreen
Or your cheeks will surely blush
If you’re handling a tool
Be careful of its edge
If your neighbor also gardens
Don’t linger near her hedge
Beware of poison ivy
Watch out for poison oak
Be careful what you pull on
Be careful what you poke
Come on – join the movement
The sun will do you good
You can beautify your own yard
Or your whole neighborhood
So now you know the story
I’ve laid the gauntlet down
It started in Seattle
You can bring it to your town
And all your friends and neighbors
Will stop – and then who knows
Maybe they will join you
(Be wary then of those!)

Details | Free verse | |

The Tree Frog

The tree frog
Sings really loud songs
It sticks with rubber
Stoppers on any surface
Around__sings the rain
Down onto the ground

When in large numbers
Their singing is a pain
It can disrupt sleep
And they can lie about the rain
Lay those eggs  by the millions
On any water source

Details | Haiku | |

Old Man Winter

top of old smokey
covered with frost - when bow breaks
old man winter blows

Details | Haiku | |

Naughty Worm

The forest is damp,
The early bird gets the worm,
If the worm shows up.

Details | Haiku | |


sneaky black cat on
the back of the couch likes to
lick oil from my  hair

Details | Senryu | |

Summer Pool

Summer Pool
Bikini time fun;
hanging ten by the cool pool,
grinning men enjoy.

Summer Season Senryu

Details | Blank verse | |

the adventure of a timid man

The Adventure of a Timid Man.  

The narrow dirt road I followed today was nothing more than a bumpy track,
 on both sides ugly trees and thorny, evergreen bushes I was trapped in 
the wilderness of enraged nature. Sun and deep shadows, god knows what
 lurked in them. Prickly silence, the noise of the scooter unnerved me,  
switched off the clamour; opaque calm. As a child when we played cowboys 
and Indians I was forever the redskin; trust me to side with losers. 
Tractor tracks which meant the road was leading somewhere. I heard grunts 
in the bushes maybe it was a boar and if it charged I had no defense, not even 
a folding knife.  Whistled a Dixie tune, spoke loudly, the echo of my fear ran 
up and down the road. I drove on ignoring the imps that grabbed at my shirt 
trying to hold me back. And there I saw it the asphalted main road, now I had 
nothing to fear but cars and crazy drivers.  

Details | Quatrain | |

tongue ode

the tongue is just another muscle
gives strength to what we think
amidst life's daily hustle bustle
helps thoughts to words interlink

so the father with his mother tongue
speaks to progeny generations come
lessons learned to offspring young
good ways to live, his rule of thumb

still would wince at his tongue lashing
flinching, blinking, cowering and meek
if shouted anger from lips came flashing
'stead of old man's jokes, tongue-in-cheek

but before I become too tongue-tied 
some tongue twister squarely knotted
I'll place my tongue-in-cheek aside
to address these words I've jotted

and tell of my admiration for tongue
no forked tongue falsehood to relate
some silver tongued notes clearly sung
of glossa tongues and hooks and baits

that lovely lingual muscle hydrostat
can do things fit for moans and groans
I can hint, alluding to this and that
of things we tongue like flesh and bones

I think you'll agree with my observations
presented to you, from my mind sprung
and think of your own tasty applications
many things budding the tip of your tongue

© Goode Guy 2011-07-04

Details | Narrative | |

I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks

Tribute To The Winter Carnaville

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest

Details | Free verse | |

'The Man In The Moon'

Exposed, thou... Moon
Where you live, I dwell
Distinctly... for I am that man
Banqueting on your cheese

Illuminator of night
I remain under your watch
As long as time is measured

Details | I do not know? | |

Groundhog Day

A groundbreaking weather struggle has evolved today 

over the length of this Year,s chill

Early Spring said Staten Island Chuck 

forecasting through the muck

 whilst he was disparaged as a quack 

by Puxstawney Phil

 Whichever rodents predictions fits you best

it might be time to second-guess

 whether Puxstawney Phil and Staten Island Chuck 

need to take a new meteorologist test!

Details | Free verse | |

It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dog

They say that dog is man’s best friend
I couldn’t believe this more
Cause when I come home everyday
He greets me at the door

Details | Verse | |

Head Hung

Head hung,
The deed is done.
The tree is gone,
TV's back on.

Details | Free verse | |


119  degrees at my house
110  at the airport
I'm going to the airport

Details | Personification | |

Just for Fun

                                           wish that I could be 
                                       a praying mantis. I think
                                   It would be fun to hang out in
                                  trees or sun bathe on a leaf or   
                               play  tag with the other bugs.  I would
                                 always win. of course. (rules). But
                                t he best part would be,  if I got
                                    mad at my boyfriend I could…
                                     Breakfast,  lunch, or dinner.

Details | Rhyme | |

Bugs Below

What could be said
of the bugs below?
Can they feel this
weight from above?
Around they clamor
in a life of dirt.
Unaffected by that
heaviness of love.

Details | Ode | |

the leaves of fall

red, gold, yellow, green  
and a warm brown
the colors of the fall leaves 
laying upon the ground
one Saturday morning, 
I worked very hard
raking up all those leaves 
in my backyard
and once I finally got a big pile 
looking nice and neat
a devilish grin came over my face 
before I decided to leap
and with the jubilation 
of an innocent little child
I ran full speed and jumped onto 
that big leafy pile
laughing and thrashing about
I had me a ball
rolling around in my backyard
in the colorful leaves of fall

Details | Bio | |

2 Hour Doze!

A new man I am!
2 hours dozing....
My brainmatter no longer oatmeal,
More in the consistency of rice krispies

Details | Sonnet | |

Carte Blanche

There were two cardinals separated by a tree branch with fruit.
One was a female and the other was a male.
Her four fruits were ripe and his one was not so he became a brute.
She was to the left and he was to the right and looking pale.

Her purple fruits put off enough to make her some ale.
His green fruit was at his feet and were mute.
She kept her guard up waiting for him to sail.
But he never would follow suite.

She became the fruit of the highest branch on the highest tree.
He just sat there perched and barren not even producing the first seed.
She came to be,
The cardinal in lead!

But he never moved from his tree branch,
He was at her feet forever she’s his carte blanche!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2004

Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission


n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end

Details | I do not know? | |


Willy was a worm.
Sitting on a track
Along came a train
And willy went splat!

Details | Couplet | |

Boulder to Aspen

I left Friday midmorning for a weekend getaway
A four-hour jaunt to Aspen; just wanted to play
No purpose for the trip; just for the experience
New to Colorado, I desired to feel its sense.

If you would care to come along with me,
Continue reading and hear my song of glee.
As I turned onto the road to Idaho Springs
My heart leaped and I began to gently sing.

What is it about a mountain stream
That takes away thought and brings back the dream?
What is it about the pine trees growing so tall
Straight up from sheer rocks with no soil at all?

What is it about driving higher and higher into the sky
Being able to look the mountain top right in the eye?
What is it about the sudden appearance of a mountain lake
That takes my breath away and causes me to shake?

What is it about the snow-covered peak standing guard
Over the bosom of its canyon now filled with cars?
What is it about blue ice on the high mountain creek
That takes away all the words that I wish to speak?

What is it about seeing the Arkansas River in high Colorado?
Perhaps realizing the connectivity of water’s everlasting flow.
What is it about seeing a train moving through the mountain forest
That reminds me of all the pioneers and natives who came before us?

What is it about seeing a giant dove in a cloud formation
When I am only twenty-two miles from my destination?
Feeling the oneness of earth, man, and sky as I drive,
Just what is it that now makes me heave a big sigh?

It is the road sign that says, “Indy Pass closed for the winter”
Can you hear the screeching howl of my whine and my whimper?
Taking a deep breath, I turn slowly around; there’s no other choice.
Retracing 100 miles now with a noticeably different voice.

The road now becomes the coiling serpent of asphalt
For I have lost my serenity and centered gestalt.
The roadside streams are just more water that flows.
Why was the road closed, there isn’t even any snow?

Finally my humor returns as I enter the Glenwood Canyon.
How could I not be happy viewing this majestic companion?
Wearily, now I limp into Aspen at just after dusk.
Navigating the rotary is an exercise in trust.

All worth it, I must say as I drive into the town
White lights twinkling their greetings to me all around.
Found my hotel easily.  The room is grand; I shall not moan
Over a little misadventure I can share with those back home.

Details | Haiku | |

Voltage Insulation

Black birds are clinging
Close on the electric line
Insulated feet

Details | Haiku | |

Time To Hit The Sack

winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
hibernation time

Details | Rhyme | |

Majestical Land

I was carried away up and over a topped stack just the other day,
By the oceans of blue cascading across shadows of magnifying rays of sunlight!
One by one they dashed through the trickery Sun as if they had no night.
I was drawn much closer in watching the Moon reflecting on the ones that sway.
Then I was taken by the swishy swore of the bouncy Sea rolling as the tide came in.
I just so happen to be taking a much deeper breath as the stars lit up like shields of sheer.
Breathless I just took it all in, over and over again until I saw there was truly no end.
Marveled, just down right marveled at the time I already just simply spend,
Then I saw a most wondrous bumbling bee, soaring aimlessly through Majestical Land. 
All in a single moment with time to spare, I saw balls of bouncing thunderous lights.
Then it was a much greater reach for a more logistical articulate helping hand.
Then I saw big white fluffy balls unfolding in the heavenly quaking open sky.
One by one colliding atop the luxury of just floating or shuffling them self right on by.
Marveled, downright marveled at what was passing me by, I just knew I’d die.
I absolutely was standing beneath the Majesties undeniably clever designated plans.
I saw blueprints and designs above the weighty scales and receipts.
What strategy for self-defeat with the books I write and keep!
Hooting and hollering cheering louder in Majestical Land, with my brilliant plan!
But then I was carried all the way back to the toppling stack,
The Majestical Land amazingly had not one single little lack.
“Marveling I tell you”! “Just down right Marveling”! 

Details | Haiku | |

Some People Definitely Aren't Naturalists

Blah blah blah nature
Blah blah blah nature blah blah
What a waste of time

Details | Rhyme | |

Bird Songs

How do birds learn how to sing
Never seeming to hit a note wrong,
If they just listen to their parents
Can they ever invent a new song.

Do they ever hold competitions
Or is it the same every year,
And when they're abroad is it different
From the usual song that we hear.

I'm told it's a love call or warning
To keep the unfriendlies away,
Although we know most of their calls
I would still like to know what they say.

Details | I do not know? | |

Cold And White

Winter's the season cold and white
Those who hate it favor flight
Warmer, sunnier places in mind
But sometime monies are hard to find.

Others who love the frost and snow
Have many activities on the go
A day of sports, and evening of pleasure
Uniting to form a memory treasure.

So here's to winter and all its faults
Fresh fallen snow, skiers exult
Cold and stormy a typical day
Moonlit' rides with the horse and sleigh.

And to all of us who have what it takes,
Say "farewell" to those who need breaks
A winter of warm, a winter of cold
All balances out or so we are told.

Details | Haiku | |

Your Going To Get A Good Whooping

amidst raised marsh land
whooping cranes forges ahead
probing with their bills

Details | Kimo | |

New Year Money

Pots full of collard greens and blackeyed peas
Are surely Superstition's
Tastiest traditions.

Details | Sonnet | |

Winter in the Garden

Each winter the Ladder Backed Woodpecker
taps at the barked notches of apple trees.
The leaves have fallen and frost plasters the
limbs brittle enough to break by wind or weight.

This is when the Ladder Backed attacks.
Digs its beak deep into the trunk and pries
out her secret. This is when the woodpecker
sees itself exposed, the strange chagrin,

a grownups mind, ashamed of knowledge.
This is the same season our sad aged parents
were thrown out of the garden. This is when
the thought of good and evil broke bones,

limbs fell off, birds ripped through to the core, 
and a jealous God made us stewards of the world.

Details | Epitaph | |


Never Trust Statisticians... 
They say that lightning never hits the same spot twice
Ha! I’d laugh at that if I could.
I lived my life, an exception to the rule
Never falling into stereotypes.
Yet I lived happy with my exceptionality.
Now I cry “Alas that I had to be so different!”
As I made my way home through a crashing thunderstorm,
Lightning hit the ground in front of me
And threw me off my feet.
“Whew!” I thought in vast relief, and rolled back on my knees.
Happy-go-lucky then, I began a whistling tune.
Feeling safe and secure in statistics,
I went on my merry way.
Alas, alack! I took one step and ZAP!
The lightning bolt hit twice.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Little Squirrel

"Little Squirrel"

I hear the chatter,
     I hear the whirl.
I hear the noise,
     of the intruding squirrel.
The damage isn't slight,
     and I hope they don't bite.
Something must be done,
     or else they have won.
So what can I do,
     how can I win.
If I do nothing,
     they'll come back again.
I don't want to hurt them,
     don't want them to suffer.
I just don't want them,
     to come here for supper.
I could leave them a trail,
     of nuts to my neighbor.
But how do I know,
     they won't come back later.
I like squirrels until they come in,
     so I'll keep on trying until I win.

     Trip Johnson

Details | Free verse | |

Two Little Ducklings (written by a 9 year old girl)

Two little ducklings
Went on a journey
Because they were looking for their Mother
They went in the pond
Then they saw a Mommy duck
Then the Mommy duck punished 
The two little ducklings
Because they are not supposed to leave home

Details | List | |

Not Enough Life Insurance

My life is technically half over
Wouldn't do any good to complain
So here's a list of things I want to try
Before I go insane...

Bungy Jump
Go on a Safari
Wake Board
Rock Climb
Drive a race car
Swim with the dolphins
Camp in the Grand Canyon
Do 360's in a jet

There's nothing wrong with dreaming
I'd probably pee my pants
I can handle that part
I just can't find good insurance!

Details | Limerick | |

Freddy The Fly Wonders Why

Good ol' Freddy, always ready,
Though he don't know why,
He should even try,

One day Freddy decided
it was time for a change,
So he went to an entomologist,
to see if he could arrange,
To be turned into a mosquito,
Now isn't that strange?

He thought if his word had
more of a bite,
He would start feeling all right,

But the Doctor said no,
As a fly you must go,
Now please get out of my sight!!

Details | Rhyme | |

That Naked Feeling

I am walking around outside,
With nothing on,
No radio, no television, they subside
Even the puter is gone.

Such a wonderful feeling,
To feel so free,
The cool breeze blowing,
Whistling through ……… the tree.

You should come join me,
And see what it’s like,
Then just maybe,
I’ll let you ride my bike.

But until then,
I’ll enjoy it alone,
And remember when,
A better life was known

Days of the past,
Such joyous times,
I wish they could last,
Such great pastimes.

Details | Rhyme | |

This Land Is My Land

This Land Is My Land

By Elton Camp

The chief in wisdom sits in his ancestral home
There he will stay. Never more will he roam

From the forest his sturdy house he has hewn
With all of nature in the most harmonious tune

In his native tongue he speaks and writes well
Of the buffalo, deer. and open sky he does tell

The tawdry things of the earth all pass him by
To follow the outside world he doesn’t even try

TV, computers and Internet are nothing in his eyes
He expertly reads coming weather from the skies

From the herbs of the field he finds needed cure
To a modern doctor he never has to draw near

Even Social Security the chief doesn’t need
For nature fills his wants without any greed

He is surrounded by children and loving wife
And has everything he needs or wants in life

But it was today I was surprised to hear him say
“Son, drive the Beamer to Wal Mart right away.”

“This cheap junk I sell to tourists has run out
They will have more at a good price, no doubt.”

Details | Couplet | |

Feeble Little Mudskipper

In alternating bad attempts;
To reach a puddle of regret.
   A bathing suit of scales he weighs;
   His mouth a circle of dismay.
Flip flop he fumbles back and forth;
A feeble wish he will retort.
   A final honourable sway;
   A gulping down of water may,
Entice a drama too excite,
Enough to one more time ignite,
   A jerk of flesh, elliptic course;
   Too infantile to sense remorse.
To land within a puddles’ shallow;
Missed the creek, forget the paddle.

Details | Free verse | |

The Nut

I crack open the nut,
And there it is,
Tucked away like a baby,
In it’s mothers womb.
And you think,
I am going to eat it!!!!
I don’t think so,

It is a worm!!!!!

Details | Quatrain | |

The Peril of Trees

Up in his branches?
Down in his toes?
Where's his brain hidin'?
Nobody knows.

You cut him, he bleeds
You chop him, he dies
You burn him, he crumbles
You tease him, he cries.

Whatever would cause you
to laugh at a tree?
Do you know he could mush you,
Insignificant flea?

Perhaps he can't run,
Perhaps he can't walk,
Perhaps he can't sing,
Perhaps he can't talk.

But he hears all you say,
And he sees all you do,
And it angers him greatly,
To be laughed at by you.

You may think he's funny,
You may think he's cute,
You may think he's ugly
And stupid to boot.

But that is no reason
To doubt its not true.
In more ways than one
He's exactly like you.

He knows about sadness,
He knows about pain,
He's cried in the sunshine,
And laughed in the rain.

But tease if you have to
And mock them as well,
Just remember they see you,
And paybacks are hell.

Details | I do not know? | |


If you should see an otter
Disappear beneath the water,
Whether in a brook
Or in the briny sea,
Just let me say, it's best you
Don't call a lifeguard to the rescue,      
For in the water is exactly                      
Where an otter oughter be.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Monkey

We came from monkey's, so it is said
It is written down in books
According to some people I've seen
The monkey has better looks

Details | Burlesque | |

Somewhere, Over the Brain-slow

It went right over my head,
My brain is surely dead,
Too much bull I've been fed,
Now I'm seeing red

So, please talk down to me,
That's the only way I'll see,
What you want me to know,
Because my brain is slow.

Details | Couplet | |

He grows in his garden

He grows in his garden porcelain lips; kisses for the rain.
And the flowers wanted to look out, so he planted a window pane.
He grew a shiny crystal eye; to wink at the sun.
And a thing to keep the prowlers out, so he made the gate to look like a gun.
He rooted there a metal clown; entertainment for the flowers.
And just so time would not make a fuss, an hour glass to sift away the hours.
He sprouted silver branches there, for the tired birds of June.
And an awesome golden harp is planted, in hopes the wind would play a tune.
He grew this magnificent china bird; to tease the worms.
And there by the gate a rubber mouse; insurance against the pachyderms.
And for all to see, a green jade thumb; ask not for what or why.
He grows these things, smart or dumb, to entertain a roving eye. 

Details | I do not know? | |


                   The world has heard of the golden years
                            Is it a myth or a phrase
                   When do they begin,when do they end
                    When you are young you can run the race
                    But when you're old you can't wash your face
                     Your bones ache in pain at night
                      Your joints are rusty ,and you lose your sight
                     When they tell you about the pot of gold
                      At the end of a rainbow,you can't hear
                                 Must be the golden years.          

Details | Fibonacci | |

Stinky Feet

Feet stink
Feet stinking 
Foot odor bad now
Shoes off odor penetrates air
Odor flows gradually around room uncomfortable
Odor flows gradually around room very uncomfortable someone please grab the Frebreze

Details | I do not know? | |



Of to the forest, 
To ride like a horse,
Turn on ignition,
And rev the exhaust,
Steam up the windows,
And cheek the suspension,
You're in for a rough ride, 
Well that's the intention.

Your speedo’s going clappers,
But there's miles on the clock,
There's more ways than one of enjoying a,
Ride in the country.

You've checked your water levels,
And the juices are just fine,
You've polished up your points, 
Made them gleam and shine.

Your oils running low,
As you're giving it full throttle,
But it doesn't really matter,
As you've got another bottle

That's all the Bits that I know, 
On cars,
But you get my motor running sweet,
Love you lots,
Kiss, kiss,
Beep, beep.

Details | I do not know? | |


Oh my!
How high
Can a butterfly fly?
It can fly
Very high
In the sky.

And, who knows?
I suppose,
If a butterfly chose, 
It could light on a daisy-- 
It could light on a rose.
And, if you stand very still,
It could even light
On the freckles of your nose.        

Details | Romanticism | |

The Septuagenarian

The swish 
of our feet
‘neath the sheet, 

with our thoughts and 
the fleshly

lyrics of 
a night rain, ah I’d have 
never perceived that 

it would  
becharm us—
the septuagenarian! 

Details | I do not know? | |


The chicken called the rooster, who's name was Barnyard Red
she said there's something stiring, over in the shed.
   Then Red replied to chicken, i could wind up dead
    that just might be a fox in there, who just might have my head.

   The chicken said to Barnyard, are you saying I should go
   the babies are all hungry, they need me don't you know.
Barnyard fluffed his feathers and crowed so awfuly low
on the inside he was shaking, on the outside nothing showed

    When Red stepped threw the doorway, he soon was out of sight
    the noise inside was horrible, it gave the chicken fright.
She ran into the hen house, away from all the light
she told the other chickens,  Red might die tonight.

    In the morning when they checked, in the shed there was a mess
    there was feet and feathers and a beak and Red was gone they guessed.
That's to bad the chicken said, but perhaps it's for the best
old  Red he had been slipping, at adding to the nest.

Poor Red he should have noticed, the meeting by the rock
where the chicken and the fox had met and the keys made for the lock.
    The moral of the story is, if you're the rooster of the walk
     be sure to never get to old, cause the chickens they do squawk.

Details | Haiku | |

You Looking At Me

                                                       visitors flood park
                                            capture giraffe in marshland
                                                      looking down at them

Details | Couplet | |

Summer Fun

Sweat pants and wool socks
a hand-knitted scarf or two
warm mittens and hats
no doubt you think I’m nuts

Rosy cheeks and runny nose
soggy boots and frozen toes
chattering teeth and quivering knees
when I dream, it is of these

Down jackets now long packed away
skis and poles just taking up space
in my crowded messy garage
snow covered runs - just a mirage

Sun screen and flip flops
sunglasses and sticky pits
baseball caps and Thanksgiving in shorts
I despair of weather reports

How did I get to this eternal hell?
where A/C costs you a paycheck as well
where tender skin exposed continues to burn . . .
I just know somewhere I missed a turn.

Details | Pastoral | |


It's summer, It's hot 
and I'm praying It won't rain
on my way to the beach
riding the F train
I get to Coney Island 
and from the boardwalk I see the sand
looking out towards the ocean
on the beach I now stand

a day at the beach
I can hardly wait
to sit under the rays of the sun
and play in the waves
I lay down my  blanket
and set-up my umbrella stand
I place my cooler of goodies
firmly in that sand
I slather on the sun blocker
for I need protection
I stand at the water's edge
at look down at my reflection

a day at the beach
frolicking in the ocean's waves
a memory form childhood
that I will treasure and save

Details | Free verse | |

A Dark Stormy Night

It was a dark stormy night, and I was trying to
sleep as the thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
as if I was being photographed by the sky, while the
storm progressed with more tortureous and thunderous 
rumbles . The fear of the sky that held the clouds of 
darkness rolling over my house, harassing me while 
I tried to sleep...

Details | Sonnet | |

The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.

Details | I do not know? | |

No Worries Yet

A swift cooling breeze on a hot Summer's day
Here then as suddenly gone.
The changing of tide and that feeling so fey
What have we lost that was won?
Standing in awe of Lady Fate's grace
Of karma unearned yet so near
Are we to die or live in disgrace
Tell me there's nothing to fear
The garden is growing in promising green
With fruit trees and bushes in bud
It feels like forever living in ease
With my yesterdays piling so high
I just felt it again that soft Summer breeze
How it comforts my worrying mind
Oh do let the Lady be kind

The worry that things are going too well
And an attempt to express it poetically

Details | Free verse | |

Before Man Time

You were my first muse,
Rustling Branches of Tree,
before ever I knew a man
before that time began
when time advances 
and stands still
with fits and starts.

You were my first,
Rustling Branches,
before ever I knew 
to impress a man,
and I was happier
then, before time 
slowed to his rhythm.

Details | I do not know? | |

Big Cats!!

Whose eyes shine in the night like balls of fire?
Whose paw could break a whole empire?
Whose strength could dam a river in niger?
I say, It is the Indian Tiger.

Who could use its paw to break,
A great stag's skull and overtake,
A antelope running toward the horizon?
I say, it is the African Lion.

Whose voice is a scream instead of a roar?
Who drops down from its tree on a boar?
Whose leap is far and its aim sure?
I say, It is the American Cougar.

Whose speed can fly past the great giraffe?
Who at our run would surely laugh?
Who lives on the dry plains of Africa?
I say, it is the spotted cheetah.

Whose leap is accurate and eyes very keen,
Who like a house cat keeps very clean?
Who eats birds and mice a lot?
I say, it is the sly ocelot!

Who is smaller than the ocelot and faster than a deer?
Whose ears are very keen and it's vision far and clear?
Who reminds me at least of the Egyptian Sphinx?
I say, it is the Canadian Lynx.

Who runs quite fast up trees so high?
Who in races with dogs would only tie?
Who eats other prey but mostly the rat?
I say, it is the little bobcat.

Now who does man consider friend?
Who with mice a hand does lend?
Who plays with paper and this and that?
I say, it is the tiny house cat!

Details | I do not know? | |

of my body

Of my body, my heart i crown
Such a noble King
When Sorrow comes frown
My heart, he recline a gentle being
When Anxiety comes whispers
My heart, he but gentle Shivers
When joy comes in jumps
My heart, he swells in lumps
When he sad comes in ills
My heart, he seeks for wills
But he is a brownl
Not matter his will, his a man
Such a weak

Details | I do not know? | |


Autumn Morning Country
The Morning Sky Aquamarine.
The Morning Sun Canary.
The Morning Clouds Pearls of White.
The Morning Birds Ruby Light.
The Morning Grass Emerald Green.
The Morning Leaves Smoky Quartz and Peridot.
The Morning Tree Trunks Citrine Light.
The Morning Smears of Snow Opal White.
The Morning Wind Constantly Clear.

Autumn Afternoon Country
The Afternoon Sky Aquamarine.
The Afternoon Sun Bright Canary.
The Afternoon Clouds Pearls of White.
The Afternoon Birds Rainbow Bright.
The Afternoon Grass Emerald Green.
The Afternoon Leaves Garnet Free.
The Afternoon Tree Trunks Heightened Citrine.
The Afternoon Snow Vanishes Away.
The Afternoon Wind Warming Sways.

Autumn Night Country
The Night Sky a Limitless Blanket of Onyx.
The Night Stars Scatters of Clear Diamonds.
The Afternoon Sun Concealed.
The Night Moon Revealed, a Ball of White Pearl.
The Night Clouds Smears of Tahitian Pearls.
The Night Owls Hues of Jasper and Carnelian.
The Night Grass Darkest of Emerald Color.
The Night Leaves Twirling Free in Dark Shadows.
The Night Tree Trunks Pilars of Darkest Citrine.
The Night Snow Heaving Falling of Akoyian Pearls.
The Night Wind Cooling Blows.

Details | I do not know? | |

Back ground

In the noise of the back ground...people have stopped talking
The back ground it's self generates nothing...people do
For some reason they never really the back ground
Being picked as a back ground...why do I have to listen
I have nothing to do with talking...just listen
No sounds come from don't ask

Details | Couplet | |



Newton spoiled it all for me.
Rainbows were obviously 
God’s colour spree
He splashed about with glee.

Beauty was their strength and attraction.
Now it’s all just wavelength  and refraction.

Thank  God  though
Newton never saw  the glow 
Of  ice bows and fog bows 
I can still enjoy their shows.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Elephant

The elephant has a very long trunk
He doesn’t see this as a flaw
He can drink from anywhere
Because he has a straw

Details | Free verse | |

The Flower and The Storm

What is this upon the rosy vine?
As evening sunlight’s sloth entwines
Shadows thickening against a sky
Of approaching stormy jagged clouds 
Lit inside with flash and sound
Thunder’s rumble shook the ground
And on the vine when all were closed
One flower stood in blank repose
As if to mock the storms advance
And bear witness to the carnal dance
Of elemental beauty, so it seemed
Or perhaps it was just stupidity
But there stubbornly the flower sat
As softly rose the pitter-pat 
Of the first of many drops
To fall steaming on the lava rocks
But soon the rocks were quenched
The flower too completely drenched
Thunder’s grinding crack then wrenched
The modest quiet 
And its basso rumbling 
Set the very pebbles trembling
Thus it went; the storm did pass
But the flower’s soft pink petals fast
Were beaten off and hammered down
Upon the wet and windswept ground
As ash from some dark tragedy
Yet as beautiful as all can be

Details | Narrative | |

Charging Around

A giggle and screech filled pond
on the crushed gravel path 
a sheen of sweat forming 
on my medditeranian nut browned skin;
waylayed was I by a hitch-hiker. 

The gnat maintained a steady oribit
about the circumferance of my head,
wether held there by some unknown power
or the monumental magnetic magnitude of my brain;
none will ever know.

Arms swinging at a frantic pace
it seems impossible to believe my pinwheeling form
was unable to dislodge this bugger, 
keeping a geosynchronous orbit around my noggin.
Yet, the likelihood of a tag team 
of insectoid astronauts seemed slim.

As the silken breeze went weaving amongst 
the pines and rustling withing the pond weeds
armies of these pin pricks of horror swarm
attending summer clad fishermen, beet red two year olds
and there hippopotomus shaped mothers in the drink.

The doldrums of August have begun in earnest,
as the black flies decend, probing their universe,
persistant and provoking as the humans they oribit.

Details | Narrative | |

Mansions in the Sky

The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
 Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
© Copyright: Ann Rich  2006

Details | Cowboy | |

Spring Part 1 Prose Poetry


	Ah, spring is in the air.  The time when Mother Nature renews herself. 
The loving arms of the sun and the tears of the clouds bring forth the little green 
shoots of promise.  The little animals have preformed their dances of renewal 
and their species is ensured. Ranching on the Rosebud Reservation of S. D. we 
had a cow calf operation.  Our springs were in tune with nature and not only did 
we calve in the spring but we also had a fall calving group.  We ran about four 
hundred cows and since we were basically a one man operation there were 
times my poor husband had to yield and allow me to help.

Details | I do not know? | |


where we still have to 
cover up our little dairy airys

can't open the windows
for in fear of it still may snow

but it did reach ninety eight in may
but soon how it went away

now nights reaching for that extra blanket
as temputures hits the low double digits

waking up to morning dew
butterflies can't and won't even land and chew

clouds of mattered grey
just won't let the sun come out to play

just raindrops tapping on my window
as the fury wind whips and blows

cotton balls fluttering thru the air
hearing aw choo's everywhere

not sure if the sun will ever shine
or if the temputures will get out of their binds

for I know july is right around the corner
and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's

so june-uary please turn your other cheek
and return our sun for which we seek

Details | I do not know? | |

frutrating moment

Try for a moment to define your immediate experience based on what may have 
been neccesary and or sufficient to transport your collective being to this given 
point in space-time. Now take off your left shoe and wing it at the nearest lamp 
with great velocity. Now clean up the glass. Good monkey.

Details | Burlesque | |

For Heaven's Sake, Watch That Rake!!!

he hated fall
leaves do fall
his spirits too
and raking leaves
he hated to do

but one day he
was to learn
that evil rake
your butt he'll burn

he stepped upon
the rake's sharp head
and holed his sneakers
he even bled
but just to add insult
to injury
the handle whipped up
and broke his knee

Details | Free verse | |

Sidewalk Scribbles

CJ scrawls out
his initials
saying in black ink
this is his turf.

I dare not step
on the 4-letter word
engraved in stone
lest it ruin my day.

Some sweet child of God
writes, "GOD IS GOOD"
all over the park
in pink chalk.

Lovers carve
their lettered kisses
into hearts
set in stone
that make me smile;
love is such
a happy thing!

The dog left
thankfully only

Mother Nature
dropped some leaves
to imprint themselves
upon the walk.

I haven't left my mark

maybe I will tomorrow.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Iguana

Iguana’s don’t have bad manners
He sticks his tongue out, this is true
But he’s not really being naughty
It is just his way of smelling you

Details | Free verse | |


Of many are poets in soup
gagged with the air we breathe
suffocated by the strings of hawks
perked by the long neck of an ostrich.

Drown in the murky water of obsequiousness
tied to the apron strings of what to chomp
turned juggler for survival instinct
danced to the tune of he that plays the piper.

Others' soup plunged them into soup
tongue-lashing the untouched of the land
louding the truth above the speaker of life
paying for the conviction in-built

But the poet is already in the pot
struggling to un-pot himself
fromthe fangs and thorns of the land
how long will he be potted still in the pot?

Details | Senryu | |

Smell The Roses

You may miss your bus
If you stop to smell the roses
But it is worth It

Details | Haiku | |

Downy Motherhood

embarrassed ducklings
quack quack joylessly
mother shrilly squawks

Details | Ode | |

An Ode to Grass

No one talks about the grass,
But yet, it does so much;
It covers up the ugly stuff,
And adds a nicer touch.
When you fall amongst the grass,
And scrape your knocky knees;
It doesn’t tear your knees apart,
Like rock or grey concrete.
Or freshly cut, it smells so nice,
Yeah, nothing smells like grass;
It takes you back to better days,
Your young days playing catch.
It gives a place for bugs to live,
The good bugs and the bad;
It gives a soft and comfy place,
To sit if you are sad.
To really feel how great it is,
Remove your stinky shoes;
And walk among the cooling strands,
In springtime’s morning dew.
Sometimes I think about the grass
- It still amazes me.
There’s only one thing greater than
The grass - and it’s a tree.
So nature’s carpet needs a bow,
Cause without it we’d be blue;
And just remember if you’re down,
Hey - you can smoke it too!

Details | I do not know? | |


I hate Spring
I hate Summer
My noes runs
Like a marathon runner

My eyes water
And they're red
My head aches
I need Sudafed

I feel deprived 
Of outdoor fun
For I get an attack
When I see the sun

I had a shot
I still have allergies
All I want
Is not to sneeze

All my outdoor 
Days are gone
Sometimes I even wish 
I could mow the lawn

The worst for me
Is unloading hay
For my allergies last
Throughout the day

During school
I can't concentrate
My eyes hurt so bad
I can't see straight

So with this poem 
I beg Mother Nature please
Can You control 
My Allergies?!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Turtle

The turtle is rather short, not tall
He is kind of fat, not thin
But should you visit him at his home
You will find he's always in

Details | Light Poetry | |

Never let an elephant

Never let an elephant in your house
Get a rabbit or a lemur or a mouse
If you’re going to buy a pet
And you haven’t got one yet
Never, let an elephant in your house

Never let an Elephant in your lounge
He will beg and he will pester, he will scrounge
With his oversized proboscis
He's more trouble than rhinoceros
Never, let an Elephant in your lounge

Never let an elephant in your bed
Make him sleep out, maybe in the garden shed
If you let him in your pit
He will fidget, quite a bit
Never, let an Elephant in your bed

©  John W Fenn   03-01-2009

Details | Rhyme | |

MY DOG---------MY CAT

I have two pets-a dog and a cat,
One is thin, the other is fat,
Can you guess which on is that,
That's right--that darn cat is Very fat.

She drinks milk whenever she can,
The vet says,"NO!", but he's only a man,
She pays no attention whatever to him,
She IS picky though, she won't drink skim.

Now Mr. dog--he's slim and trim,
He runs and plays with vigor and vim,
He sticks up his nose at milk and all that,
He doesn't want to be a Fat cat!

I love them both-thin or fat,
Even though, at times, they drive me bats,
I thank God that they are around,
For they make me feel alive with all those sounds.

                             MEOW!      BOW-WOW!  MEOW!   BOW-WOW!
                              Don't they sound adorable?LOL

Details | Haiku | |

Say Cheese

towering racoons
pose for a candid snapshot
amidst trunks skirting

Details | Rhyme | |

Sky High

I am running with the wind.
Catching up with my spirit again,
Until the destined end!
We are Sky High.
I tell you no lie.

I am chasing the Sun.
Side by side and having fun,
Until I am said and done!
It is Sky High.
I tell you no lie.

I am standing on the Moon.
Toe to toe smiling at high noon,
Until midnight comes too soon!
I am Sky High.
Until I die and that’s no lie!

®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

Details | Rhyme | |

A Beautiful Monday

It was early this morning when I went outside.
A busy back yard opened my ears & eyes wide...
Mockingbirds mocking, chasing each other around,
as my 4 squirrels munched from their sunflower seed tray
I leave on the ground...
There were Gold Finch eating thistle,
and Chickadees eattin' cracked corn while they whistled...
House Finch eating feed that had spilt to the ground,
while a Sparrow simply enjoyed fresh bugs
on the Camilia as they walked around...
A Titmouse plays its tune while it eats
(Sunflower seed hearts are it's "Preferred" Morning treats}
Then a Jay squacked its tune as he picked up a peanut
from my grandpa's feeder dish,
thinking, "Where can I bury these, that I surely won't miss?"
7 or 8 times the Jay sounded that he was back,
(And each time our cat "Pudd" mewed from underneath ready to attack)...
Then a surprise of a Woodpecker with its repetitive little tap,
I wonder if it's eating bugs that are stuck in the fence wood sap?
Welp, my wildlife may be spoiled, that might surely be
Why  even the hummer is quenching his thirst on two different
flavored Fushcia's hanging right above me....
But with sunny skies and highs of 70 for the weather,
could an early morning "Monday" be any better?

Details | Haiku | |

Your Nothing But A Snake

                                                  slittering reptile
                                           glides cool and so collective
                                                  amidst the rock bed

Details | I do not know? | |

The Horse

They say that horses are quite smart
I think thatÍs absurd
Cause when my horsy talks to  me
I donÍt understand a word

Details | Free verse | |


staccato repetition reverberating in his ears
The rattle and the spinning flicker lights
Is it all a ploy to break him in his weakened sleepless state
A way to make him grab the bars and talk?
The kitten sits and wonders at the diapered prisoner’s fate
For a feline fitful second then she walks
Away to find some other  things to do
Cruelty and torture is really nothing new

Details | Haiku | |

Snow In Spring

Spring has now arrived,
I wait for the blooming flowers,
Yet it only snows.

Details | Rhyme | |

Off The Road Again

Off the road again
Just our ATV's 
And some good friends
Hitting the trails 
And winding bends
Starting and Making
Some new and different trends
On our ATV's once again
Cleaning the mud and gunk
From our teeth that just blends
With our armor that continues to defend
The king of off road that just wants to send
A here's mud in your eye to all 
My good buddies and friends

Tribute To ATV's
Here's Mud In Your Eye   LOL

Love Kathy & Jenny
Maybe Next Song Too

Details | I do not know? | |


You come down so heavy on me
It makes it so hard to even see

You tickle my nose, and wet my clothes
and leave me with no place to go!

The sweet way you taste..
is it neccessary to wet my face?

You make me laugh and smile..
I think I'll stand here awhile.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Xantus

The xantus is so colorful
Like many hummingbirds
But he doesn’t have a song to sing
Do you think he forgot the words?

Details | I do not know? | |

Perfectly Uneven

We're built to be uNeven.
In balance or Knot
We're Weaving.

Nature makes it this way
So the earth can sway
Else we'd be hot,
While freezing.

Look to your feet
If you don't believe me.
Touch your skin
Epidermis is breathing.

We wiggle when we wobble
And we giggle when we cobble,
Yes making shoes one too small
So we can hobble? lol!

Now THAT'S perfectly uneven.

Details | Burlesque | |


I saw a rose with petals red.
I reached for it in haste.
But thorns pierced my hands instead.
That was a sad mistake.

Like that precious rose that bloomed
thus did my love for you.
I should have known that I was doomed.
And now our love is through.

Details | Tanka | |

A Steadfast Relationship

Pet Rock in my palm,
invent of late twentieth
century and hard
mass of mineral, able
to soothe without sediment.

Details | Free verse | |

The Place Where Dreams Begin

There’s a place I want to be
Far away into the Netherlands
Deep into the woods where mystical air is breathed
Here I’ll be a part of all that is real
In the mind
The place where dreams begin
Where even eagles fly sometimes
The sky is mystified with purple and velvet hues
Catwood trees blooming yellow leaves
Tonight all three moons are full of magical light
There goes a herd of kittens through the trees
The ground as soft like clouds as I sit upon
The imagination
Beetledoves are singing in wonderful tune
Netherlands live on, Netherlands live on
The ground moves and the waters are still
As the winds blow
There goes a fiery phoenix
I new they were real
I see stars dancing, holding hands
Swirling in circles through the twilight sky
How lovely there the unipig swimming up the waterfall
“What a beautiful world this harmony”,
Said the zebra sitting next to me
This here is a magical place indeed
The place where dreams begin
In the mind.

Details | Rhyme | |

Grass Roots

We nurture shrubs and flowers
to brighten up our days
and set out all the colours
in beautiful arrays,
we're full of admiration
for the trees,grown from a seed,
but what we cultivate the most
is just a commen weed,
usually it's green
except when there's a drought,
it's also what most sports today
cannot do without,
it typifies the country side
more than fields of corn,
but when it's grown in a town
it's called a garden lawn.

Details | Free verse | |


My dogs are like two pieces of Pecan Pie, I could eat them right up.  With their 
noses so wet and soggy.  Their eyes are filled with love, and kindness.  Their 
tummies so soft and squishy to lie on.  Their mouth filled with laughter, but of 
course in bark form.  Their legs which they run, jump, and tackle you to the 
ground.  And finally their hearts, filled with love, and hope, and kindness, and 

Details | Ode | |

rum and grits

i walked for miles with
a voice that smiles 
humming off rays of my pass
in styles
starring down the road
which i've come from miles
drunk off the rum 

my sound is loud as bass
from a drum
banging ockwardly
from my ears to thumb 

snapping my fingers
the taste is yum
oh my the fun
chewing my grits like gum

skipping enjoying 
my grits and rum

Details | I do not know? | |

Some Guys

Some Guys are nasty, Some are not,
Some are pigs and some are hot.

Some shave their face, Some don't,
Some shave their legs but others won't.

Some are boring, some are great,
Some annoy, and some aggrivate.

Some run slow, some run fast,
But don't forget they all pass gas.

Details | Burlesque | |

The Squirm Of The Worm

Wiggling, underground,
Invisible....likely bored....
Not too much to see,
down there...
Has lots'a friends and family,
Or so I hear
Hopefully won't find out TOO soon
However, there is no fear....
Hey, waiter!!!  Bring me another beer!!!
Hurry, the Worm is getting near!!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Pig

Oinking, squealing pigs
Their sounds are not mistaken
Do you think it’s because they know
Soon they’ll be chops, ham and bacon?

Details | Rhyme | |

Bad Day On The Horizon

I was walking one day and tripped over a log
I guess my head was stuck in a fog 
I felt an ouch and saw i skinned my knee
At that moment i really hated trees 
Getting my balance i pulled myself up on that old branch
Than i noticed i ruined my good pants 
Well now i was upset mad as can be
Yelling it now i hate stupid trees
Now that was a waste of breath i notice no ones around
Just me all messed up and a stupid old log on the ground
So i set out hobbling down the road 
Just my luck it was a day that was cold
My butt hanging out blood on my knee
Yes i can say i hate stupid trees 
Now i get home and to my surprise 
When i was making a mess of myself my friends stopped by
Look what we brought you to sit on the corner of your lot
A piece of driftwood you say i think not 

Details | I do not know? | |

Funny bunny adventure

See all the bunnies cuddling in a nest 
One hops off leaving the rest
This funny little bunny is hopping a way
Looking for adventure to fill his day
Sighting a butterfly sitting in the grass
He hops on over swats it as he passed
He wanted to play with the butterfly
He's much too big and way to spry 
Loosing interest in his new friend
He stars his hopping once again 
Now he sees a bush start to twitch 
He hops on over and falls in a ditch 
Poor little funny bunny he's having no luck
No one to play with and now he's in the muck

Details | Free verse | |

Fun with my surroundings.....

Happy weepingwillow's  form
fuzzy fir tree squirrels dorm
barking dogwood wag their flowers
cuddly cattail's cotton towers

Booksmart reed's bend with the flow
golden sunflowers brightly glow
double pair tree's sweetened fruit
treasure chestnut bamboo shoots

Goofy daffydils love themselves
blinded seaweed tuber kelp
highway rhododendron bloom
smoked hamster spin escape assume

Oatmeal mushroom darkened lives
tinkling bluebells ring for hives
stumble bumblebee's awkward flight
girls and boysenberry playful fight

Robber copper's chase most wanted
stomach's abalone poolside flaunted
friendly killerwhale swims the sea
fountain penguin waddle weaves

Enjoying nature's gifted humor
when I get bored....she brings me closer to her

Details | Burlesque | |

Nobody Told Me!!

Yep.....No one dun told me...
About that puddle out front....
No body bothered to warn me..
The truth I'd have to hunt...
I stepped in the middle,
Expecting, of water, just a little....
Of concern, a mere piddle....
Suddenly hit by this natural riddle....
I'll pass my life being befuddled...
Even when I sleep!

Details | Blank verse | |

The Great Escape

The confusion of the labyrinth
the edges so tall
staring up to the sky for any sign of direction
left left right left right and left again
to end where I began
lost in the middle
the treachery of the labyrinth
I thought it would be easy
to defy the maze and escape un dazed
but it I that is amazed
for I am but stuck in this haze
I text message my friends they all made it through
and yet here I am without a clue
do  I dare send for help shot up a flare
for it's not fair I have been caught in it's snare
for the lure of the maze had such flare
just to think I did on a dare
to cheat my way out I don't care
my pride is not all that important now
I wish a donkey and plow
to burrow my way through
for when your lost you know not what to do

Details | Burlesque | |

Fly In the Ointment

There's a fly in the ointment...
This one is a ripper!
'Cause that darn fly,
Has got me caught up in his zipper...

Details | Haiku | |

This Bud's For You

                                                          amidst garden floor
                                                        the honeybee gets busy
                                                            pollinating buds

Gotta Like A Good Buzz LOL

Details | Quatrain | |

Thank-You Garden

The garden is producing food
as we go about our day.
Without so much as a thank-you
this garden goes away.

While in full swing, we pick it's fruit
and never look back.
We haul it in as if it's loot
that fills our empty sack.

One day I'd like to thank-you
for the goodness you provide.
I hope I'll have the time to
but time passes like the tide.

No matter what you're thinking
I appreciate your care
Maybe you're just a garden,
but I'm sure glad you're there!!

Details | Lyric | |

No Bait

I camped upon a stream so clear, by chance to catch some Trout. the bait I thought I'd brought along, I found that I'd left without. It really didn't matter though, that I could do no fishing. Its better to have gone and watched, than sat at home just wishing. Now the moral of this story is, don't sit at home and wish. And never leave your bait at home, when your going after fish.

Details | I do not know? | |

Mr. Sly

The light of day is gone,
The night is slowly dragging on,
Out of his den under the rocks, 
Comes the sly silver fox.

He peers around into the night,
His eyes like yellow firelight,
He runs on soft and silent feet,
Looking for something good to eat.

Mrs. Mouse came from her hole,
She paid the price of nature's role,
Fox pounced upon her slender tail,
Poor Mrs. Mouse did turn quite pale.

A rabbit dazed with drowsy sleep,
Lay under brush in a heap,
Mr. Fox must not be full,
For he jumped on her and ate her whole!

The fox now turned and slunk away,
To roam about until the day,
Day will find him in his den,
Sleeping and waking now and then.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Bear

If I ever have to meet a bear
While through the woods I am creeping
I hope I find him in his cave
In winter while he's sleeping

Details | I do not know? | |


An ancient wise man
Once wagered a bet, 
That he could capture the wind, 
In a butterfly net.  
"And thus having done,"
Bragged the wizened, old sage,
"I shall lock that wild bird
In a golden, mesh cage."
So he fashioned a cage,
And he laid it with gold.             
Then set out, with his net,
On his mission so bold.   
Unseen, came the wild wind,
On that cloudless, March day.                 
It blew the net, and the cage,         
And the old man away.

Details | Rhyme | |

Neck Lines

                              folks can't help but laugh
                           funny neck of that giraffe
                         bent down for a quaff

                      yonder, turtle squats
                    on its shadow, scared and yet
                  gawks at  zooming jet !

Details | Free verse | |

Crab Feast (Nonet)

It runs gracefully across the sand 
Feet leaving prints as it passes 
Gracefully moves its own way 
Delicacy for some 
It’s now on the run 
Dashing for hole 
Peppered spice 
It’s hot 

Details | Lyric | |

Lifes An Ocean

For Anne

Life 4 me, is like an ocean.

To be knocked down, a normal motion.

Get back up, waves knock me down.

I try again, & I nearly drown.

Won’t give up, it’s part of life.

Would not feel right, without the strife.

Can try to take an easier way.

But F.Y.I., the waves will stay.

So take a note, this is my gift.

Go with the flow, ya get my drift?

Details | I do not know? | |

Quiz 12 Winner!!!!

Edgar Allen Poe(lice)
In a startling Photo Finish- Shar beats John Heck in a matter of mere minutes!!!
Congratulations!!   You two appear to be true puzzle masters.  I am impressed!!

Details | I do not know? | |

For the love of Spring

Flowers blossoming in the air 
scent of freshness everywhere 
Tiger lillies flowing in the breeze 
even though they make me sneeze 
Cool, Crisp water flowing freely 
Mountain breezes blowing extremely 
through the valley of Easter to come 
Love flows freely in the wind 
the power of romance will unbend 
Angels singing in the sky 
Horses neighing in the nigh 
The Easter Bunny is on the run 

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Millipede's Stampede

just moving about on its two rows of countless legs
looks to me a most complex and 
complicated concern of the

      I wonder how its motor nerves ensure synchronization
      of milli-leg motion so that not a single 
      leg may ever accidentally 

            the smooth movement of the rest of its legs, avoiding
            errors that might cause either limb 
            entanglements or a weird 

                  a blunder the millipede would rather keep to itself
                  and guard against being gossiped 
                  about by creepers like cousin 
                  centipede !

Details | Narrative | |


The grass has turned brown.
   The leaves have all fallen down.
The air has taken on a different feel.
    My allergies are back, oh where is that pill?
My eyes start to itch.
    My nose runs with a twitch.
This would be my favorite time of the year.
    If it weren’t for all the pollens around here.
As I stifle a sneeze.
   That was caused by this breeze.
My inhalant is near.
    Eyes are a blur I wished they were clear.
I feel like a sap. 
    Maybe I need me a nap.
My head wants to pop.
    Food tastes just like slop.
Did I mention this was my favorite time of the year?
    I can’t go outside I’m confined to right here.
The coolness at night.
     Oh such a delight.
The tissues are near.
     To keep my head clean and clear.
To the pharmacy my wife I have sent.
     To find me some relief is her intent.
Just six more months and it will all be okay.
     Then I can get out and play.
But until I see that day.
      Inside I will stay.

Details | Senryu | |

Hermit Crab

a squatter or scab,

drags his house, like a shell cab,

that's the hermit crab!

Details | I do not know? | |

Fishing in the Snow

Why I wait for them I'll never know,
but in this boat I shall row,
waiting in the ice and snow,
what more must I do but wait,
and cast out the bait,
hoping to catch a fish and its mate.

But still I'll never know,
why I wait for fish in snow,
and now I know why I can't row,
the fish can wait,
so I'll pull up the bait,
and go back home to my mate.

Details | Blank verse | |

Frog For A Day

When we croak
    were dead,
on the other hand
when a frog croaks,

he speaks to
nature and is
so cheerful,

when we croak,
were silent and so
still, not cheerful
      at all.

Frogs are always
croaking and so

People are always
croaking and so

For once it would
be nice to be
a frog for a day.

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Fragrant Allergy

                                       What perfumed talc in flowers

                                                 the nose to please

                                                  on days of bloom

                                                         like these

                                            when, quite expectedly,

                                               a twitch, a squeeze,

                                          and, pleasurably, you itch

                                                        to sneeze?

Details | Senryu | |


                          mad wasp chasing me

                                                 bullet with my name on it

                                                                          I'm gonna get hit !

Details | I do not know? | |

Free as a Bird (2004)

The Beatles said it’s the next best thing to be
But how can one ever be really free?
Everywhere you look there are walls of constraint 
Some people never utter a complaint
They don’t want to break free 
So long as you’re not causing harm
Why does life and people bite of your arm?
Wish you can go and no one would know
Wish you can choose the one you want rather than need
Wish your spirit was freed?
It’s the next best thing to be I heard
 Free as a bird

Details | Senryu | |


While walking down the lane
I stopped to smell a rose
Got stung by a bee

Details | Ballad | |


30,000 insect species per mile, 
half of them in my space 
whirr of wings, 
none of whch make me smile 

Hot fetid air 
decay of leaves 
humidity overwhelms me 
i cannot breathe 

Dense impenetrable green, 
rank pools of water 
holds things i have never seen 

The twitter and call of things unseen 
leaves much to the imagination 
my wild thrashings, 
my curses and condemnation 

Leafy clutter abounds every where 
yet nothing is wasted 
nature's powerhouse recycled 
every thing eaten,everything tasted 

Dark gloom of triple canopy, 
day like night 
night,stygian darkness 
terrifies me 

For the jungle man has no place,nothing 
for the jungle,the insects are king 

Frogs croak,hidden things chatter 
flash of colour,nothing seen 
stench of decayed matter, 
everything green 

Hot jungle,constant drip of water, 
razor sharp bamboo, 
makes me falter 

This moving green mass holds me in its web, 
the 30,000 insects, 
i dread 

Time to go quickly, 
for i am not of the jungle, 
which makes me poor and sickly 

Leave,for the 30,000 insects have evicted me 
dont worry,i'll go you'll see 
whirr of wing 
croak of frog 
escapes me 

Details | Rhyme | |


What follows the river, but goes nowhere,
Lives under the trees, and in the air
Yet you see it here, you see it there,
Oh yes, You see it everywhere.
I don’t know that it is,
I don’t know that it isn’t.
Hide your eyes, and its back in an instant.
It is as smooth as glass, but rough as can be.
It flies so high yet never moves,
Yet moves so fast, In the groves.
It falls down, then goes up.
What’s that in your cup.
Now I know that just gave it away,
Oh darn oh darn, it’s here to stay,
But this is good ,cause it aint bad,
Think of all the fun we’ve had. 
You think you know it,
Come now please show it.
It’s as red as wine, it is as black as coffee,
What oh what can it be.
You can feel it when it falls 
You can feel it when it rises
You can feel it when it surprises.
We need it to grow,
We need it to snow.
We need it to help the rivers flow.
Now I know you must have it,
And I am not trying to hide it, Maybe.
So what oh what can it be?
Well excuse me, But I must go pee.
Ah ha now we know it,
But it is not, Just similar to the lot.
Now I must go and help it flow.
But the answer I will tell you,
In backwards form,
So you cant look at it, And cause us harm.
Retaw is it’s name,
And yes it has so much fame.
It causes destruction.
It causes construction.
It is something we cannot live without.
So now you know it and you don’t need to pout.

Details | Fibonacci | |


to her,
marry me-
Pansy's heart eased with
a kiss-behind-the-garden-gate.

Details | Blank verse | |

Talk With A Tree

Trees standing so tall in the woods,
makes me want to talk with them,
they give us the shade we need
when the summer sun beats down on
our frail heads.

Trees are dwelling place for
birds of the air and other fine
creatures of the sky.

Where would squirrels live and
store their nuts for winter without
the trees all around us.

Talk with a tree, caress it
with love and passion,
our world would be so
empty without trees
covering the land scape.

Details | Senryu | |

Dragon Slayer

dragons that he slew..

        tiny roosting dragonflies..

                laugh tears in her eyes..

Details | Burlesque | |

Alice In Blunderland

Poor Alice,
Not too bright,
Hardly ever...
gets it right
She tries her
You can rest
But stupidty is
hard to cure

One day she 
saw a hare,
Dive into a hole,
She wasn't sure,
rabbit or mole
But then she remembered,
moles are blemishes
on one's skin,
This she knows,
Cause one of her kin,
Has a face like a
mountain range,
Many think she 
looks real strange...

So Alice tried 
to follow the hare,
Stuck her head in,
right then and there,
And stuck it was,
And still stuck it be,
She looks like
an osterich,
A weird sight to see!

Details | Free verse | |

Enlightment of Reality


It really blows
living sorely below
breathing in
Nauseating amounts
Of fumes
which leaves me
which ultimately
plagues me
like an infectious cancer.
I’m oppressed
from all 
viewable sides.
I’m like caged
76 straight jackets
bundling me.
It is 
kind of stuffy.

I just wish the heaven’s
Wouldn’t intake
So much beans
Because it truly reeks
Between the cracks
Of life.

Not again!!

Details | I do not know? | |

About Clouds

                      If you look into the sky
                      You may see castles drifting by
                      And dragons chased by knights of old
                      On quests of chivalry brave and bold

                      You may see ships with billowing sails
                      Chasing after fluffy whales
                      Or fleeing from some mighty storm
                      Seeking shelter from it’s harm

                      You could see a wizard, old and wise
                      Fire burning in his mystic eyes
                      Casting forth a magic spell  
                      To conjure a spirit from the well

                      There’s a fire truck chugging along 
                      Filled with firemen, brave and strong
                      Racing by to save the day
                      Wave them on their hero’s way

                      These are the things I see in the sky
                      You can to if you really try
                      Just lie on the slope of a grassy hill
                      And let your mind make them real


Details | Senryu | |

I Never Dreamt This...

I never dreamt this…
naked ladies ere my eyes
what shall I do now?

Details | Name | |


When Sun delivers shine skin starts to burn,
Body is seeking protection from sharp rays.
Water vaporises and converts as clouds,
Rain comes and air delivers weather cold.

My son came to me and asks about natural system,
Why does rain come down, why don’t clouds go up?
If water evaporates with the heat waves,
And how clouds stay in the sky to cover rays?

Details | Lyric | |

relax your mind

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

boy im feelin you
im hungry for you
if you do it right
a sista, might cook for you

plz dont say a word
im takin over (yeah) "word"
ima take it slow
up and down
i grind real slow

you climbing up the stairs
until ive reached my peak
you plugged real deep
then you erupted me

creme filin, oozin
my mind im, losin
i like the way you take control
this feelin-taken over me

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we can do it all night

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

Details | Narrative | |

The Mystery Of Darkness

The mystery of darkness, each has a tale,
afraid to go out, I have been there as well.

Many a night, as I sat all alone,
my house so empty, outside muffled moans.

Who could it be, why have they come,
the doors all locked, I checked every one.

A scratching so near,  are my screens being cut,
maybe it's a dog, my neighbors silly mutt.

Flood lights beaming, looked like a football field,
telling myself, this can't be real.

I looked out the window, and out of a shadow,
waddled a little raccoon, such a cute little fellow.

Details | I do not know? | |


If more than just one hippo 
Are hippopotami, 
Do you guess a pair of rhinos
Would be pronounced rhinoceri? 
And if you crossed a rhino 
With a hippo, do you guess
You'd get a horned hippoceros?
Or an angry rhinopotamus?   

Details | Cowboy | |

Missouri Dirt

Now, parts of Missouri is fertile
And they grow a right hefty crop—
But others is downright pitiful
And is good fer cows and hog slop.

It seems to the south and very heart,
In that now beautiful Ozark land—
The earth is plum full of dad-blame rocks—
More than a sane farmer can stand!

And it seems that the more that you dig,
All the more pops up to yer eye—
Jest like you were raisin’ rock babies
That continues to multiply!

So you keep on diggin’ them all up
Till your back does begin to hurt—
And you know you best stick to cattle
On this here ol’ Missouri dirt! 

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Wild and wooly Wendell Worley             
Went camping in the cane breaks.
He woke at midnight dark, to find           
A raccoon feeding on his cornflakes.            
Wild and wooly Wendell Worley,
At morning did awaken,
And found, to his profound chagrin,
A 'possum eating up his bacon.             
Wild and wooly Wendell Worley,
Returning from a short stroll,
Was less than overjoyed to find          
A large snake sleeping in his bedroll.

Wild and wooly Wendell Worley
Then made a sound decision: 
Feeling poorly, Wendell Worley
Now camps before his television.

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Your fragrance is too loud!
One drop too much, my sweet- Strikes!
Lingers like road kill...

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No more nature!!

(This is a fictional poem)

My cousin and I went camping one weekend during the summer.
We thought it would be fun but it was a bummer.
I forgot to bring toilet paper so I had to use pinecones and it really hurt.
Our tents had no bottoms in them so we had to sleep in the dirt.
When my cousin was taking a dump, a bear bit off a big chunk of his butt.
I asked him if he was having a good time and he kicked me in the nuts.
When we decided to leave, we had to take a taxi because my car wouldn't start.
We had eaten nothing but beans and the taxi driver kicked us out because he 
couldn't stand our farts.
We wanted to experience some nature because we thought it would make us 
tougher men.
We had to walk all the way home and we swore never to go camping again.

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Eve's Revenge

You creep amongst my garden
You sneaky thing
Slender and brilliantly green -
Terrifying yet so beautiful.
A serpent from ages past
A tempting devil of a pest
An ancient rival 
I think upon your test
A fruit so sweet of what’s to be
Why you gave that sweet to me
And why not him
I ask -
As I squash your tiny body
Under my heel.

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I like to read and think about
Tyrannosaurus rex,
and gigantic brontosaurus,
with his long and slender neck.
Pterodactyl was a reptile
that flew just like a crow.
I wouldn't want him overhead,
with me stuck down below.             
Their skeletons are on display, 
so everyone can see 'em.
They're in a place--I think it's called   
the dinosaur museum.                                           
I've seen these creatures on TV,
in movies, and in books,
so I guess someone must really know
exactly how they looked.                    

But I wish someone would tell me 
how they determined whether
these critters were upholstered with
hair, or scales, or maybe--feathers.

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Rock Star

This cute little frog was sitting on a log,
strumming his guitar, singing fa, la, la, la,
I thought it strange, but who am I to say,
froggie who taught you how to sing, and that guitar to play?
He just looked at me with those frogish eyes,
then he picked up the beat, that froggie was sly.
He pulled out his flute, and began to blow,
a familar song, we all know.
He thought he was a rock star, and in Vegas was he,
but no one else saw him, only me.
He played,  and played, every song that he knew,
and finally, my story is through. 

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If bugs and spiders make you cringe  
And snakes make you feel queasy;
If weeds and nettles make you itch
And pollen makes you sneezy;
If fresh air tends to give you hives,
Perhaps your best decision:                    
Close all the windows and the doors,
And turn on television.

If hiking doesn't light your fire,
And you find sunsets boring;
If birding's not your cup of tea, 
And campfires set you snoring;
If the thought of fishing leaves you cold,     
And at earthworms you can't look, 
Then save yourself some time and grief-- 
Stay in and read a book. 

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Time in the Sun

Kayla and Megan were there by the pool,
waiting their turn to jump in.
Matthew and Daniel were splashing about,
acting as if they could swim.
I, standing guard, just watching this show,
was really enjoying this chore.
Any time spent with all of my children
never leaves me wanting more.
It’s just a great day, when I’m part of this;
their father and also a playmate.
Because playing with them on a warm sunny day
is enough to make anyone feel great.

Now, the afternoon sun is getting quite hot,
so on them I must put more lotion.
Getting them out of the pool to apply all that stuff,
they yelled, is the craziest notion.
I told them to stop everything for a minute
just so I can get all this done.
“Hurry up and dry off! Let me do this for you.
Then you can get back to your fun.”
But, what is this chore, being there to protect them,
if I, too, can laugh and have fun?
Well, I’ll tell you this, it really isn’t a bore
to be spending time with them in the sun.

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Nay my preaty princes, he worries not of you
for he is like a breeze that is passing threw.
Often it will warm you or bring a shiver to your spine
remove the dust that's on you and clear the cobwebs in your mind.

With the moisture from his kiss he'll inject his love into your soul
remove the fears that shake you that to know one else you show.
He'll persuade you to confess the things that you desire
pull you from that pit where once you wallowed in the mire.

He'll challenge your contentions, change the nature of his shape
confuse you or amuse you, make you give what he can take.
He'll lay within your bosom as a man without a home
make you want to love him for you know that he's alone.

He is so many things, a nightmare or a dream
he'll make you laugh he'll make you cry, then he'll make you scream.
So never think you know him or the nature of his game
he's simply an existence that has so many names.

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Not noted for its stature--      
Most everything is bigger--       
But nothing found in nature   
Is more vicious than a chigger.     
Whenever you're out hiking,                            
You must proceed with care.
This predator can pounce on you,
Before you even know it's there.   
These ruby monsters run in packs
Of cruel, bloodthirsty dozens.
Of mamas, papas, and their kids. 
Of uncles, aunts and cousins.
The risk from mountain lions is big.
From grizzlies even bigger.
But save me from that scarlet scourge,
The awesome mountain chigger.