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Ala-Ka-Zammm

Ala-Ka-Zammm

There Once Was A
Palm Reader Who
Took Her Hands To
The Mooon!

Per-lang-guh-lang
Dang-ding Digie-Dong
A-Dang-Doong.

One Light Side
One Dark Side
Now Both Palms
At Once, In Her
Divine Magic Hands!

She Held Chance
Made It Dance!

To Whatever
Weeping Willow
Wanton Whispering
Whip-poor-whill's…
Wood Will.

Solid Will.


But Here, Oh Earthly
Mutters…
Curving Palms…
Carving Whims… 

With
Her 
Whimsy 
Well
Distracted…

With-In A Luna Kalla-Ka-Zooom!

-Gray Squirrel

08-17-2025

My Inner Voice Told Me

Johari window;
no one can see through this pane,
where I make my decisions.
my thoughts ala carte,
and not all desirable,
sussed out in my universe;
perplexing to me.
sift through so many pages -
childhood habits and missteps.
when faith came my way,
how divine the candlelight,
the Spirit lighting my path.
electrifying,
sword of positivity 
discerning my every word.
don’t always listen
to the reproof; button up.
shame’s not a place to live. look
up to God’s grace; bow
down in that out of sight place;
forward march into glory.
sometimes there are storms:
depression, obsessive fraughts.
I pray through it; God’s faithful.
lingering in brain,
too long, could drive me cuckoo;
get in, get out, get moving.
inner voice, I must control.

Its A Bloodlet Moon Fricassee

abracadabra I wanna grab ya 
don't tell Da and don't tell Ma 
a Halloween gala  
a ghost town, caw-caw  
abracadabra I wanna grab ya 

Abracadabrabroo me Godzilla now shoo 
shelling out with toothless spider-Hue 
got no candy?  Duh 
this ain't Malibu ! 
Abracadabrabroo I'm Godzilla now shoo 

Abracadabri got the heebie jeebies Gartzie ?
well smezzle pezzle see this old machete 
gonna hack your back 
cuz I got the knack 
Abracadabri got the heebie jeebies Gartzie ?

Ala shazam its a bloodlet moon fricassee 
everyone is shakin' I don't care, Tee hee !     
served them Grinch tea  
now they all have to pee   
Ala shazam, its a bloodlet moon fricassee.

Jane-By-Pebble-Beach: -1-

Jane, my former fellow-worker friend, who lives in Carmel-By-The-Sea, and had been visited by many of us from work.

Gleaning Clint as a third invitee at His Hog's Breath Cafe/Tavern, thanks to Jane<--impetus of my 114 miles (228 miles in total, down/up) drive from my San Francisco home, with the added feature, aside from Clint, is California's central coastline drive ... ala incredible folks.

It's been some time since the store episode/trapped-i/epic-sword, in-back at home recovering.

My phone rang during days that it did, of horrid prices and matching service, hmm--half a second or half a century.

Anyhow, tis Jane calling for a special invite to The Grand as her creative date/Clint cancelled last minute as he found her to be his perfect catch at 21 ... to a catch 22, so the lamb pulled out of the bag and clawed me.

A Faint Whiff of Perfume

    A stray lock of hair
       in the corner right there

    In the parlor, a faint whiff of perfume

    The couch messy and wrinkled
       piano’s ivories uncovered and tinkled
    I know what you’re thinking, dear
       but please don’t assume

    For these are just clues, all part of a poem  
       ~ detective-style, ala Watson and Holmes

July 7th Benevolence

              July 7th Benevolence
Spies Flawed Sight in Tammuz,
Yiddens’ Tragic Hearing in Av,
Shemiras Einayim, impropriety removes,
3 Middos did Avraham have,
Good Eye, Humble Spirit & Generous Neshama, 
Their counter moves:
Ayin Rah from a blind Lev,
Arrogant Spirit, Ala denial of Truth,
Greedy Neshama follow ingratitude does!
Yet thinking your answers give birth,
To the Emes, yields “Gaivahdik” shallows,
Better to grope! … say, “I don’t know!”,
20/20 can be an illusion,
Attending focus is by Anavah,
5 Tammuz 5771 was my stroke intrusion,
Closing my outer eyes is how,
My inner eye yields “Ruchnius” Fusion!
Echad = 13, Unison,
It’s the 13th Anniversary!

Aboard the Deck of Dopamine

Sea surreal in darkest nets
Nocturnal-ness in jaws and tentacled breasts
still the thrill, breathless at my thoughts
the sea - a catch

The sea a catch, oh my stars
that settle like flickering candles
on tremulous waves
The sway, the dance, oh
the romance of candlelight

aboard the deck of dopamine
I resist the thought
that I’m in-between
cruise ala royal dreams

The drift of ebb and flow
I fly so slow, slipping
undertow, envisioning
serpents and maids

I’m made for the sea
See my tales splash
flibberty-thrashing
about in a net

netting the seashell gold
of surf and turf
sweet sands that tug
my eyes and heart
I blink

back tears
When will we see each other
‘gain, this match

of tenderness and angst
Let the torrents roar
Let the sides capsize
Let me touch your silkiness
your depths
your traps

of playfulness. The reader
must think me silly
as I surrender to the crests
and climb aboard
to see the sea
and sky collide

I’m given over
and under
in thunderous claps
to sated and salted
direct attack

of anything that might arrest
my joy
my exploration
my destination
my ploy

to dream without danger…

My First

I was a randy Romeo
I was not looking for Juliet
To sow my royal oats
When I met her accidentally in Lud
I was young and vibrant looking for fun
Doing what boys my age were doing
Mimicking borrowed accent and character 
Out of James Hadley Chase novels.

I asked her out at the first instant and 
she agreed to date me.
I felt she was so naive like any easy 
picking, so I thought such innocence
Meeting Francis Moses, my pseudo 
name for cover and get away
Prince charming having ala carte and 
all in one swoop.

I thought I will eat my cake and wipe 
my lips clean with a smirk on my face 
and stroll away.
But i was wrong I didn't bargain in falling 
in love with her.
Cupid's arrow got the bulls eye of my 
heart and I fell head over heels in love 
for the first time.
I fell for my victim out on a prank.

Grammar Fools

Grammar fools

My ignorance just makes me stronger
But when I try to write, it makes me wronger
I decry anyone who knows more than me
I call them names without an apostrophe
Because I’m so clever, don’t need to learn
Then I look at my account, how much did my book earn?
Still, I call you a Nazi for pulling me up
Knowing my stupidity is an over-flowing cup
So don’t dare to challenge my writing art
Because I think fried food is ala carte.
Now all you grammar pointers, who 
Promote genocide, don’t question me
Because you’ll hurt my pride.

David Cox 03/07/22

Idle Chit Chat

On the way home
With my kids in tow
To the all night
Supermarket we'd go


For a late night treat
that we bought each week
Our favorite pie ala mode

As an introvert
I'm not given to
talking to those I don't know
 
Except sometimes I
Just can't resist when the spirit bids
me so


As I stood in line
behind these three
little Asian guys ahead

Who were buying 
round angle food cakes and
And cigarettes unfiltered instead

Before I could zip up
My pie hole
As the register started to sing


I asked what have you
guys got planned tonight
Gonna go home and blow smoke rings

Bon Fet a Tout Fanm

Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm
Mwen renmen ou chak jou
Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou.

Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote
Ou nan kèm tout la jounen
Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen
Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste
Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous
Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous
Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen.

Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen
Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen
Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm
Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm
Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib
Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib
Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an.

Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal
Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl
Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou
Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen
Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen
Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou.

P.S. Tradiksyon "Joyous Women’s Day"
Ki ekri Pa Hébert Logerie
Copyright © Mas 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè liv pwezi.

The Park

Sitting in the park , and its almost dark.
  Running down the road , thinking of pie ala mode.
  Standing on a hill , thinking of being still.
  Laying on the beach , knowing anything is at your reach.

Do Not Fall Down

Do Not Fall Down



Falling down, simply terrific 
for the young!
For the elderly, no, as our springs have
indeed, been totally, sprung.

I took a big spill on Halloween,
And now I am known as the Poetess
ala Wheelchair Queen?

Feel like I finished a boxing round with 
Mike Tyson.
Me, a pummeled, poetic. baby byson!


               11/1/2021

Her Eyes, the Stars

         Dreaming she is a ballet star,
         Practicing delicate, ballet moves
         before huge mirros and with ballet barre.

         There's something wistful in her smile.
         She knows not, these memories will
         last more than a little while and take her far.

         She will be unable to post a picture 
         with most poems.
         Knowing her poetic words mean far more
         than a picture can ever hold.

         An art gallery? No, she will never be.
         An artist with words only, she hopes to be.
         To paint both stars and mysterious sea.

         No shortcuts to true poetry for her.
         Her words only hers, woven beauty,
         Of her history and finely.finest words.

         A long way to go, to be the poet of her 
         dreams.
         No sell outs, no teams, just wants her
         poetry ala delicious, like fresh whipped 
         cream!


                       9/18/2021

Directed By Nightmares

Even water though
  pure
still needs filtering
as there are still much
things that went mixing up
with it
 if sadness is a product 
of this beautiful nature
 goods could been faked
oh! love is not a sin
if it is pursued 
as a right nose
 nor what a 
 story is framed somewhere
that life  is only ala yellow
a caress of a tooth
as if it is a fuss?
or an over taken slumber?
that ours should be
a mow?.

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