Best Bobbed Poems

May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be 
the  only free day when no workers  joined
the throng of people shuffling looking already tired
to wherever they work, eyes down still shut tight
Make them work...

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It was quite a party at the old Spooks house,
to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced.
with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums,
and the pumpkins all sang as the witches hummed.

Black cats did dine on tuna eyeball stew;
wicked Wilma brought her green bat-wing brew.
In the...

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My mother’s hair hung thick and to her waist.
But seldom did she wear it in that way,
for always in a bun she had it placed
til it was loosed and on her pillow lay.

She sometimes tells me how I'd kidded her.
When I was small, I said,...

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Many years it had been since Sir Heathcliffe was home,
He had travelled in countries abroad;
He left in his grief at the death of his wife
While he wrestled with sorrow and God.

He had been round the world, and his troubles had too,
And the thought of his...

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10,000 people gathered on the beach that day
as he entered the stage wearing sandals he'd say, 
"WOW!  look at YOU  come to lend a hand"
Then he grabbed his guitar to strike up his  band

Ten thousands strong held their drinks in the air
in...

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"Rise an' shine you lazy cowpokes!  Time to saddle up yer hoss!
Time to move them moo-cows to summer range!" yelled th' trail boss!
"You've lolled around here all winter, now it's time to earn yer pay!
Jump in yer jeans, pull on them boots an' let's...

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“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. 
Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but
we were full of excitement then,
craning necks and nets at the alien life under water...

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1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta...

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REGAINING SANITY

I wake up to the waft of a warm sea breeze,
The rock and roll of waves entice and tease,
The thunderous African sea crashes down,
But beyond this crashing and prancing, 
There is calm,
Where surfers pattern the ocean forming 
A majestic human crown!
We go down to...

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And his frost-clad lips I gently kissed
So mildly radiant amid this  place--
That the silvery night grew quite intense
Until a gasp rushed from his cheeks.
While awakening to each other
       Our throbs exploded into daybreak…
     ...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and there sat the Grouch,
waiting for Santa and his present filled pouch.
I'm sure that all of you have heard of the Grinch,
but the Grouch is far worse, at least by one inch.

That vile and distasteful sixty-six year old man
had been writing...

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The wood that built the place I see
Came from a forests far away
It's age is hard to guess
But every knot knows life's quest

By the looks of it I'd say
It is pine
Can it trace it's life
Back to creation time

Was it singed by the commet
That once came...

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Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink,
And a memory in-between to rethink.

The day begins with boring continuance:
Of routines, platitudes, and goodwill gestures,
While accepting a life of...

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Kevin Solomon  9/9/2015

The Lion and the Crown
Cobalt blue goblet and the spangled gown
Black tie and high browns
Puttin on the Ritz
Flappers dancing the Charleston
Jazz by Count Basie and Duke Ellington
Crazy dance moves like the Black Bottom, the Shimmy and the Turkey Trot
And the Cake Walk
The...

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She'd gifted me her plants, 
as she moved to an apartment, 
with no available garden space. 
When she called, we talked flowers. 
I took photos to prove 
her green thumb prevailed.

I worked in my garden today. 
So hot, sweat ran in rivulets 
down my neck,...

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