Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That irreplaceable new car smell
Not known for many years
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
I'm driving a brand new jalopy
With all the bells and whistles
My mood is feeling really free
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Musta died and gone upstairs
Slapped myself, yup I'm awake
Sitting in my underwear
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Jumped up at the stroke of six
Forgot my knickers so here I sit
I'm now in a terrible fix
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
People start to gather around
To know if I like my new jalopy
Hope they don't look down
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Drove off with a confident air
Enjoying my moment of ecstasy
Wind messing up my hair
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Moments like these are rare
So very few times in a lifetime
Noticing all the stares
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That oh so yummy new car smell
Missed it for too many years
Questions
If form follows function,
why does everything have too many bells and whistles?
Especially cell phone.
If everything is so simple a rocket scientist could do it,
why aren’t we all Werner von Braun’s?
Checkbooks are a mystery.
If the early bird gets the worm,
why are there birds out getting worms in the evening?
I get up early but I don’t eat worms.
If you are letting the cat out of the bag,
why are you telling the secret?
Why was the cat in the bag in the first place?
If curiosity killed the cat,
why aren’t more cats deceased?
I don’t like cats so_______.
If it is raining cats and dogs,
why don’t we have sturdier umbrellas?
Must get kind of messy when they hit the ground.
If we paint the town red to have a good time,
why are all towns pretty drab looking?
I only like red cars not buildings.
If someone is coming out of left field,
why don’t we just ignore them in the first place?
I played center field in little league.
If we can’t have our cake and eat it too,
why even bother having cake at all?
I just made an orange pound cake, so_______
Christmas and weddings
let all the Bells and whistles blow
dinner Bell /school Bell /break Bell
everyone saved by the Bell
dumbBells /barBells
it's all gas to hells Bells
in the gym
sleigh Bells/ silver Bells
melancholy warm feeling
anxiously awaiting doorBell
last minute Christmas gifts
dinner time has arrived
anyone for Taco Bell or
TinkerBell's?
The craziest gadget, widget, gizmo contraption.
Gave me immediate happiness and satisfaction.
I love this machine I told anyone who would listen.
It is sparkly with bells and whistles and it does glisten.
Light & fluffy at your service
With bells and whistles too
Bringing sunshine and warmth
To help blow away those blues
No doom & gloom in this one
Just illumination & light
No negatives or worries
About worldly plights
Just fun and silliness
And a warm fuzzy sent your way
Cuddles and kindness galore
To perhaps help brighten your day!
At camp, we braided lanyards
And spent hours in the pool.
We both dressed and acted differently
From when we were in school.
We played kickball, softball, newcomb
And rehearsed the yearly play,
Plus did arts & crafts and puzzles,
Mostly on a rainy day.
Once or twice throughout the summer
We would take a trip to town
For a movie or for bowling
Or to scarf some ice cream down.
It was low-key, sweet and simple
With no shooting for the moon,
Just a bunch of kids and counselors
‘Til the early afternoon.
What a far cry from what’s offered
Nowadays, but guaranteed
All those fancy bells and whistles
Are much more than campers need.
I have a curious mind
About humans and their life’s
As I correspond with PS poets
I wonder where they reside?
Do you live in a house in suburbia
Or an apartment in a busy city
On a farm or ranch in the country?
With nature so captivating and pretty
Or are you beside the ocean?
In a cottage overgrown with thistle
Perhaps in a huge mansion
With all the bells and whistles!
Maybe you are a nomad
Your home on wheels and mobile
Or live in a boat on the water
Or is off grid more your style?
Do you just have a room?
Maybe a flat or a retirement home
Or high up in the mountains
In a commune or all alone?
Do you reside in a dry hot desert
Or in the alps covered with snow
Or by a babbling brook?
Where fresh water trickles and flows
Maybe you are a free spirit
Living life in a tent
Is your home your sanctuary
Do you feel safe and content?
I live in a house in the suburbs
One street back from the sea
I love my home and where I live
It is “my” sanctuary ….
Mimi McFudge was her name, and she wanted a tree
that would really make her Christmas glow
so, she cut one herself and decked it from head to toe
but when it started prancing with bells and whistles too
it began to talk like a chatterbox, it knew just what to do!
When bedtime rolled around it yawned, " Please shut the lights"
Articulate and bright it hummed all day and slept all night
Every day at noon he gave Mimi a little nudge
feed me feed me I'm hungry, then he'd shake and jiggle
but he never budged ...
It went on for quite some time first the fruit then the nuts
he even dared to ask for pouding and cold cuts.
What she didn't realize was that a squirrel was living there
and that the food wasn't just disappearing in thin air.
It was being chomped, buffed & eaten by a bushy tailed spry one
who loved to eat and photoshoot, he couldn't be undone
so when Santa came sliding down the chimney
he quickly took a snapshot then whispered, " Santa, its me "
Autumn is not likely to come with bells and whistles.
That's because she tones things down, not up.
Heat starts its demise, having played its songs.
Cold is restless, but Autumn stares back and keeps her calm.
Autumn informs the trees, preparing them for color changes.
Autumn is not likely to come with bells and whistles.
Cameras are prepping, and the leaves on the trees are salivating,
because they know that they will be proudly staging before long.
Monarch butterflies are enjoying their summer, but it won't be long
now before they start setting their compass south toward Mexico.
Autumn is not likely to come with bells and whistles.
But the Birds are anticipating their long flight south.
Summer sometimes gets unruly and hangs around too long.
When that happens, Autumn has to appeal to their father.
The Lord then reminds Summer that her season is over.
Autumn is not likely to come with bells and whistles.
081722PSCtest, Hint of Autumn, Regina McIntosh
bells
loud, silvery
announcing, resounding, warning
chime, tintinnabulation, referee, shriek
piercing, summoning, whirring
shrill, tiny
whistles
Date created: 07/03/2022
Jingle jangle went her wrists,
jangle jingle rang the rings that swung from bell-roped ears.
Unless she shook like a tambourine, she could hardly be seen.
When in motion Bodhrán drums and pursed wind-blown pipes
marched upright, legs as stiff as Irish dancers.
Maybe fairies danced in her eyes, or maybe drunken dodgem cars?
Something was turning and bumping,
something was walking and talking, jangling, and jingling
upon a nervy trampoline of being.
Though fascinatingly thrumming with the sonics
of a madcap Calle band she failed to transmit, nor fit,
as if she had shaken free of the crowd to be this
jiggling skeleton key seeking any keyhole of attention.
Performers seek to impress
And bragging is the way they confess
Flaunting the gleam, the colour, the bells and whistles
Hiding the scars from thorns and thistles
They must laugh though they want to weep
For there's a face and impression to keep.
Believers seek to keep the faith
While intellectuals laugh off their so called myth
Bearing the joy upon which the world frowns
Bearing their crosses till they can wear their crowns
They are for God's perfect purposes
Shining their light no matter how dark the world poses.
K. Muitherero.
one moment she was dancing
to applause of chakra colours
bells and whistles at full blast
fading as the moon took over
muted abruptly to a screech
eclipsed she sought refuge
in thoughts and memories
reverberations of a future yet untold
unfolding feelings and emotions
and insurmountable sadness
nevertheless
but all but for more
she knew
nothing was permanent
as she embraced
what would be
September 4th, 1957 was Ford’s “E-Day”.
Ford had hyped up propaganda for their Edsel for a year.
The consumers were in a frenzy to buy one.
Edsel was overpriced, poorly made, and it was a recession.
The car’s grille was enormous, because it was vertical.
The critics said it looked silly, and the consumers believed them.
Eighteen versions of the Ford Edsel were unheard of at that time.
This program cost Ford Company two hundred and fifty million dollars.
A 1957 Edsel in good shape today could cost around $47,000.
Back in the day the versions with all the bells and whistles were $4700.
So if you have one, you might be able to recoup your loss.
But you still might hear people make fun of the silly grill.
romance of a Roma waggon
tinkering around the world
dreams of blissful freedom
no possessions nothing to lose
bells and whistles violin music
horses with intricate saddles
gallivanting on free reins
crackling camp fires
before you unsettle
look around you
scapegoating and othering
xenophobic attacks
even a tramp under a bridge
has less ill repute
at least a German born hobo
last caveat
visit the museum
at Auschwitz Birkenau
27th August 2021
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