Best Discs Poems
(Even If You Are A Cat Person This Applies To You)
Dear Dogs,
When I say to move it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two dogs in the way.
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.
The other dishes are mine and contain my food.
Please note placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and my food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a race track.
Beating me to the bottom is not the object.
Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed.
I'm very sorry about this but do not think that I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort.
Look at videos of dogs sleeping. They can actually curl up into a ball.
It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out with tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but doggie sarcasm.
My compact discs are not miniature frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom.
If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open.
I must exit through the same door I entered.
In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years;
canine attendance is not mandatory.
Lastly, the proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs butt.
I cannot stress this enough.
It would be such a simple change for you.
With Love,
Mom
Mr Bombastic
So sycophantic
Spins discs of plastic
He’s so sarcastic -
Thinks he’s fantastic!
He’s on a health kick
Eat prunes in aspic....
His guts turn spastic
Diarrhoea quite drastic!
02/10/20
Simple silly scribbles after eating prunes for breakfast whilst listening to an 'in your face dj' on internet radio!
When the fab four hit the floor
Back in the year of sixty four
We all would scream and shout
Now we wonder what it was all about
We bought the records one by one
Long discarded these discs now done
Songs that have come and gone
Sweet memories of a favorite one
Let It Be was the one I liked
Records to number one did spike
Now a couple guys are dead and gone
Now Paul sings to them a tribute song
Memories will linger of the past
Beatle Mania will survive and last.
09/11/13
Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front,
Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to
a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants
Disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant
Fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress
Hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest
Levels of unease, an iniquitous den
Such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken
Not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn
A queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within
Backrooms filled in with discarded filets of fishy maceral
that have no place,
Frolicking pixella’s in a glossy abyss of liminal space
Plump puce brushed lips affixed
Swollen browns and purple mixed
Deep maroon and dusky rose, make-up art is what they pose
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls
Mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls
Side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face
In a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase
Not unconscious but in some in-between state
Bored while in transition and abandoned as they await
Whimsical moldings who see me try NOT to take a peek
An exit to this madness is what I and they seek
Maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest
What insight imports this encounter and what test?
What it means for a doomed generation Xer or a baby boomer,
tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Crawling in the clouds
Lifting the limitless
Above the abandoned
Searching for sorrows
End…
We hope for honesty
Listen with lingering hope
Promising pumpkin pie
Towards the timid
Leaves…
Saving the sand-dollars
For making modern discs
Of flying frisbees
That float over favorite
Subjects…
Becoming the beautiful
Through hours of horrid
Darkness which destiny
Seems to evoke simultaneously
Open…
Where nature nurtures me
By its calming caring culture
And life honors the living
With Fall coming fervently
The end leaves subjects open…
Open!
Russell Sivey
Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.
The world of pop will never be the same again, dim
The lights for him forever, my immortal performer,
My childhood mirror. Death is victor and we the victim
Of shallow strifes, mourn for him! mourn my brother!
Thank you for the time you gave to us, thank you, child
For memories; thank you for the songs you sang here
Thank you, Michael, you were the greatest ever, a Nile
That flowed through desert of needs, you stilled the fear.
Micheal Jackson at last will find his rest, and Ben, we
Hope he will attain what he was looking for. So brief
The journey 'cross the stage of life, only time's story
Capture the vanity of our strife, but naught abate grief
"Even though the pain and heartache Seem to follow me
Wherever I go" how do I say goodbye to him? And shall
He say "you are not alone?" when he plays this memory
On discs beyond brink where the "thriller" is anecdotal?
What solace did we give him, when we understood naught?
What haven was there for him for all the love he gave
Did we not prance when like a butterfly in a web was caught/
O but nothing breaks his heart again, in the silent grave.
Michael we miss you, the white charade of the doting sun
Shall never the same again, the hooting cheers of the fans
Shall convert to silver rain, now the river's course is run
Now the footprints fade on the dancing mirage of the sands.
Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.
Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.
Some little bells can echo a jingle
that surely bestow a Christmas tingle.
Quite many bells ting melodious chime
prompting our schedule's punctilious time.
A carillons' unique, harmonized bells
swing from gentleness to overtone swells.
Suspended bronze discs reach resonant gongs,
characterized by gregarious songs.
A bittersweet bell that distantly tolls
announces angelic release of souls.
Bones
We have 206 bones in our skeletal system
Far too many to completely list ‘em
But here are a few for your edification
In case you missed ‘em in your education
Tibia, fibia, femur, and sternum
Are four of the larger if you’d care to learn ‘em
But malleus, incus and stapes I fear
Are the smallest you have, so they fit in your ear
You have a funny bone called the “humerous”
You’ve only got two, so they aren’t very numerous
Your ribs, on the contrary number twenty-four
Adam gave one away, still he had plenty more
Enclosing your brain is the hardest bone you’ve got
Known as the “Cranium” more often than not
And “Mandible” is the medical name for “Jaw”
You rely on it mostly when it’s time to gnaw
Your phalanges are your fingers and toes
Both may be places where a ring goes
And down around your knees are your patellas
You scraped them a lot when you were young fellas
Your vertebrae make up your spine; you’ve got ‘em
Cervical, thoracic, and lumbar near your bottom
They’re separated by small discs in between
But should one slip, the pain can be mean
Of course, there are others that are well-known
Like the radius, ulna, and coccyx bone
Sit them all down in a comfortable seat
And at a fancy restaurant, say “Bone Appetit!”
Athletic grace and agility,
were his trademark style.
Energetic sensitivity,
That crooked little boy smile.
He commanded the stage while dancing,
setting the tempo.
Dramatic ballet choreography,
or a comedic roll.
He danced with leading ladies
and with Jerry the mouse.
He embraced the scenes with gusto,
as the villains, he would trounce.
A voice that soothed or dominated,
evoking joy or pain.
His songs would carry across the stage
or while singing in the rain.
As musicals faded from Hollywood,
his star never lost its shine.
I watch his movies every chance I get,
I smile every time.
I have shared him with my children,
watched there eyes take light.
Saw their reaction at his dancing,
I could feel their delight.
Gene Kelly will live forever,
On celluloid and discs.
No one will ever fill his shoes,
No one would dare to risk.
July 1, 2013
For the contest,: My favorite actor
sponsored by Frank H.
I was rushing a project, due at 6,
With a messy top, I couldn’t resist
Arranging trays with photos of my man;
Such thick debris, a whole clean-up began.
A jar of expired tea spilled on my chest
Now, this made me shake off a lunch hour’s rest.
My hands pulled out scarves, lotion, and fake gems
From a drawer filled with old beauty items!
Then, I checked a pile of discs that was needed
Yet my eyes found notes, memos never read.
By 4 pm, job mates helped me wipe out
Heaps of litter, junk mail pouring like spouts.
Oh deadline came while I froze on page 1,
Knowing the boss would demand a rerun!
Sara Kendrick's Today I Accomplished
5/18/2015
Humpback beauties call to their young
Communicating to calves so precious
Don't be so immediately audacious
You can wander, just don't go too long
Blubberous parents are there to keep them close
For companionship, warmth and learning
Send each other many signals, the little one is yearning
Because of the ocean they want to make the most
Eating their fill of plankton and krill
The smaller babe makes a hydro sonic point
To the older one who loves this oceanic joint
He doesn't want to hurt or kill
The humans who eavesdrop on their descant
Like some other whales with mammoth choppers
Accidentally maiming overboard fishermen and surfers
These watery wonders are appreciated that's all they ever want
Imbibing benevolent attention only for half a century
Deep sea divers first decided to bring down equipment
When he spoke his special song, they had no idea what the male bull meant
That day being approached he was so hesitant and on sentry
Because whalers before had waited for them to breach
The surface for mere minutes finding some oxygen
Finding instead a foreboding air of danger without question
So reclusive they remain, staying out of reach
Beaching is another danger when whales will cry
For help they so need it and must be rolled back out
A benign thing on sand dangerously sprawled about
Back into the depths it should be before it go dry
Nature's biggest mammals can never be at rest
In the wild and bountiful marine, using fluked tales to swim around
Whales have a lot to say, their stories abound
In civilized society with whale translators today we are at our best
Making compact discs of them, something special we can keep
The arias of the ocean composed of many shores
Whales speak responding in the ripples as prophets do with lore
It works quite well for some, to lull ourselves to sleep
We should always stay in assonance.
Scattered discs so far
Trans Neptunian objects
Gravitational
Iced minor planets
Solar Systems, orbital
Eccentricities
The colors of the flowers are vibrantly swaying
The wind caresses them it seems with kisses,
whispering sweet nothings inside cheery cores
Daisy’s white pearly petals are speaking
Yellow sepals smiling, too yellow! Spiky discs
spinning peeking at me as I subtly study them
Dance little flower dance so alive,
I just want to hug and squeeze you
until you feel all this love as well
colors so vibrant
turned on, tuned in, so alive ~
I feel so much love
They say that God created man
but not in just one night
Did he also create those we've seen
in flying discs so bright?
That were seen so many years ago
and carved upon the caves
That landed in the desert sands
and mingled with the slaves
That crossed the oceans rapidly
in the flicker of a light
From Continent to Continent
then disappeared from sight.....
UNLEARNED LITERACY!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
My mother is old but with a good vision,
She reads papers and writes with a pen in a fashion,
She was counted a LITERATE in all desks,
She didn't learn computer literacy and away from the computer discs,
What does she now in her new records of accurate?
AN ILLITERATE!!!