Best 5Th Poems

Since Mexico cast off the French
Make sure a Corona to clench
And forgo the Merlot
On Cinco de Mayo
But buy beer which can a thirst quench...

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jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York

The bed swallowed the evening
sucked-up in slumbered
sobering snooze
exhaling the drunkard’s stench
while the...

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Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am...

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Secretly, I watch the neighbors, 
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to be late for supper again; 
I can hear Mrs. P....

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I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important...

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I held a grudge 'til four o'clock
And then I watched TV.
Remembered it at nine.
It very much hurt me.

Took grudge to bed and nurtured it.
Next to my favorite pajamas and pillow.
Added a bit of exasperation and sass to it.
Bigger now, it scratches me rough like brillo.

Took...

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The witch and the tiger sat on opposite sides of the moon,
Starring at each other, wondering who would eat whom

The witch was cagey, wily and wicked, 
And she had magic powers, so she was not afraid.

The moon shook the witch off.
She had a broom, which...

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In the breathing forest came memories of my youth,
Nothing more than happiness shadowed by the truth.
The rising sun pulchritudinous like the smile on her face,
Let me think of her once more of pure and simple grace. 

    In the center of the...

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Santa Claus’s Elves were dancing and singing
Beautiful gifts they were aptly bringing.
Warm fireplace heated the workshop cozy.
Red poinsettia the Christmas posy.

Melodic singing as angels got near.
Highest of high, feature Jesus so dear.
Holy feelings felt by reindeer outside.
Christmas happiness way down deep inside.

Joy, hope, unity and...

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A fox was a kit and a dog was once a puppy.
Don’t throw a fit, but a fish was never a guppy.
A horse was a colt.  And a hen was always a chick.
How about banana split’s scoop, could we call it a lick?

A butterfly...

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When I was little I thought the older a person was, the more brain cells you grew.
Thus, older people are smarter than little people. 
That thought was long gone by the time I was four or five.
At eight I was so confused by big hand...

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As a poet
you have the right 
to remain silent.
If you give up that right.
Anything you say
can and will be used
in the court of public opinion.
You have the right to use
a computer keyboards.
If you cannot afford one,
a pen with a piece of paper
will be provided for...

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Squirrel’s friendly kisses,
Squirrel’s loving squeeze.
Squirrel’s touch just misses.
Squirrel, if you please!

We are playing surprise?
Squirrel’s paws on my eyes.
I am supposed to guess?
Up in this squirrel nest?

Squirrel of my dream,
You are making me beam.
You are a shining star,
I know which one you are....

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A yawn went through the shop that day, 
loudly and proudly, and I could not get away.
I watched it coming, flowing mouth to mouth,
first it went east, and then it turned south.
I tried to run, but it caught me as I turned a corner.
A little...

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Jellyfish sandwiches delicately sliced.
Two or three on a plate, scrumptious and nice.
Eat them with pinkies, raised high and proud.
Please ignore the screaming; they are ridiculously loud....

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