vroom…vroom
Toot-toot
near miss
stay tuned
I say
highways are not
not hard
takes a Bard
to park this poem
vroom…vroom
make room
I’m here to stay
not ruin
someone else’s poem
near miss
stay tuned
takes a Bard
to take a part
in this traffic
easy go
when it’s light
but when it’s heavy
write…right…write…left
crossing lines
make sure they’re not double
seeing reality
toot-toot
vroom-vroom
have to cross the line
so I don’t hit
the accident
don’t do a bang up job
back at it
write right
write left
beep beep
back home
lay back
pop up
watch show
The dark wood stretching from the shore,
nearby a rack filled with long oars,
ducks swim nearby in a long row,
towards the rocky beach they go.
Underfoot the dock shifts and sways,
responding to the gentle waves,
a little boy peers as the fish
zip underneath with a tail swish.
Old tires posted on each side,
so that boat hulls will not collide,
and bang up their expensive hulls,
right now they’re sporting lazy gulls.
Wood ladder nailed on to the end
for swimmers to return again...
I set my chair on this small peer,
to spend some quiet hours here.
Hey look, there’s an eagle…
Gold birds at sunset
gliding ribbons of color
crowned by falling night
Far off visions in blooms lure
Beneath red firecracker stars
Cream moon's following
with determined velvet light
aiding dusky plight
Cherry red before they bed
velvet green and goodbye sun
1. In matters of MATTER.
density is a function of SPACE,
and not of matter, or "things."
2. A propeller that's spinning will cut
Yet in a smaller space, the same will act as a wall
- not cut you or me, but push, or bang up against us
3. The earth is opening and closing so fast
Beneath our feet, we don't fall through
4. Think of how RADIO WAVES
come into our houses (we are diaphanous):
Yet, we're rather dense!
({land bound beings take solidity for granted, not birds; nor fish!})
shalom, shalom. E N J O Y because JOY is not isolated either. amen
Look this is not a ‘Bang Up To The Elephant’ poem
It splits licks like ‘Bit Buttered Up The Bacon’ but
Come on don’t we poets like forgotten phrases
Klutzy Kai is not ‘Smothering A Parrot’ does not drink
Except those mysterious phrases that do not ‘Kill The Canary’
To win or not to win a contest is not the quirky question
Yours truly is ‘Mad As Hops’ but not ‘Tight As A Boiled Owl’
Such a ‘Tatur-Trap’ ‘Dash My Wig’
Pure ‘Skilamalink ‘Umber-Cum-Stumble’ ‘Whooperups’
Lost in ‘Battyfang’ ‘Podsnappery’
Irksome or ‘Goddie gum drops’ 'Jolly Hockey Sticks'
To the tee and ‘Damfino’ if Kai knows what he means but his
'Saucebox’ had ‘Nanty Narking’ now ? Splickety Licks?
08th April 2018
Written for the Acrostic Contest 'Lickety Split'
I used the plural deliberately, because words come very rapidly.
Dr. McNitt’s coming, we were warned. She’s old-school.
Secretly my heart was cheering, this meant strict rules.
Seasoned and sassy, I wisely kept my counsel to myself,
I am so glad though she is coming back 6 months off the shelf.
The evaluations aren’t finished, lamented a young teacher, year one.
She was scared because classroom management, this turkey has practically none.
Dr. McNitt arrived the day after conferences, ripe and ready.
I’m terrified of her, a co-worker said. (She never was too steady).
Dr. McNitt’s bark was gruff, but she truly has a gentle heart of gold.
Best of all, we’re on the same wavelength, seasoned and bold.
Today I hear her talking with another staff member through the wall.
Dr. McNitt’s advice is sound, and her fearless spine stands tall.
She gets along exceedingly well with everyone here,
And her pup Winston spreads daily doses of goodwill and happy cheer.
She’s leaving Friday, and although it’s two days, I am mourning already.
If she gets a new dog, she’d better name her Caren, not Poindexter or Freddy.
In a word, I love you, Dr. McNitt, You’ve done a bang up job!
Come back in a heartbeat, you remind me of Bette, and Cher and Maud!
8/15/17
Beyond guns and funds
Involving moons and suns
From here to kingdom come
And then some
By the skin of one's teeth
Above and beneath
Any peak
Near and far from fields of wheat
Or creeks
Won't always be a cinch
Even in a pinch
Just might cause you or others to flinch
Thus requiring the use of a winch
All along
Rather get it right then wrong
And do a bang-up job
Before I'm gone
Don't be an egghead
Caught up with what he and she said
Make sure you and your family stay fed
It may require a lot of elbow grease
Despite if you just want peace
And to buy and make your family a feast with meats and sweets
Whether or not it has to do with your pockets getting obese
Regardless of similar and different beliefs
Will everything eventually cease?
Singing and dancing,
kissing and waiting,
missing and waisting,
her time as a single lady,
hurting the weak,
feeding off of what once was a person who didnt give in that easy,
she gave up her strength,
giving into the needle oh f***,
swerving off all the homies,
just to bang up,
she thought she was cool,
asking her self "why me, oh why,"
taking a risk everytime,
she didnt care about her life,
she didnt want to live,
but then she caught her self slipping,
So she took her self off the rig,
threw it out the car,
glad that they were finally apart,
seeing the hurt that it brought,
made her want to vomite alot,
pain in her brain,
she thinks she is going insane,
someone please save her,
before i make a point for you to hang me!
You really did a bang up job
Acting like some brainless blob
When everyone you knew just said
Come on let's go
With deaf ears
You just said no
You never cared to make new friends
You never even amends
You let close friends just come and go
Right down the drain
Like water
They would flow
Who needs friends in any case
They want your time
And crowd your space
So who's to blame for all your strife
Who kept you from enjoying life
So better to go on alone
No more ringing
On your phone
Someday maybe stop and think
How life went by
In just a blink
By yourself you thought you'd stay
Now you simply rue that day
I’ve been privileged ‘cause I’ve seen
The paintings of Monet.
One museum near my house
Has many on display.
The gardens of Monet provided
So much inspiration,
His palette came from Nature
More than his imagination.
I never knew how true that was
Until I paid a visit
To Monet’s garden, re-created,
Looking most exquisite.
The experts horticultural
Of New York’s main Botanical
Did such a bang-up job I’m sure
Their research was fanatical.
The water lily ponds are filled
With plants as flat as platters
And such purple-petaled flowers
Standing next to them just flatters.
There’s a copy of the famous bridge
From Monet’s house in France
And surrounding it, a swirl of blooms
The colors of romance.
A vacation to Giverny
Isn’t something I have planned,
But the New York imitation
Made me start to understand
That the genius of Monet was more
Than paintings that enchanted;
For the magic he created
Was inspired by what he planted.
(written after visiting The New York Botanical Garden’s exhibit)
It’s a real Texas situation
Wow, you’re one heck of a creation
I dig your hat, I love your boots
Ya’ got those bang up, country roots
When you’re strummin’ on your guitar
you’re one, red hot, country star
Ooh, wearing those, sexy, tight fittin’ jeans
you’re one lean, mean country machine
Ya got me feelin’ like a damn fool
like a silly girl in high school
Boy, I'd sure like to share your company
so, get off that bull, come ride with me
Yeah, it’s a Texas situation
cuz’ you’re one heck of a creation
I spent my money on this here hat
Tell me now, whadda’ ya’ think of that?
Come on now, I’d like to be your pretty baby
we’ll drive each other country crazy
Yeah, it’s one heck of a situation
cuz’ you’re one, red hot, Texas, born creation
With the fourth of July on a Wednesday,
Seems like everyone's slightly confused;
Though for children and fireworks makers,
They're sure to be extra-enthused.
For those on vacation, you've got a whole week
With the Fourth falling smack in the middle;
But if just a long weekend is all you can take,
Then your choice is as tough as a riddle.
Do you pack up and leave on the Friday before
And drive home as the fireworks burst?
Or do you start your weekend in holiday mode
As excitement gets slowly reversed?
This dilemma extends to each township as well -
When to sponsor your bang-up display?
On the Fourth when some people will not be around
Or on pre or post-Fourth Saturday?
To the purist, the answer is clear as can be
For the Fourth of July is unique;
So let's celebrate Wednesday, although I am sure
We'll hear cherry bombs all through the week!
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