Best Picks Poems
~~Upon the banks of big piney slough,
I recall a picnic with old blue,
and my granddaughter at age two.
and many blood sucking critters too.
~For a very short while we did picnic,
then we would bait our hooks and pick ticks.
while the ants carried our food off in nit picks.
Gets no better than this, can’t beat it with sticks!
~Mosquitoes demanded their rightful share,
for of the blood of we humans they are an heir.
Some dudes have no flair for this type of affair,
after a day or two they would need repair.
~Moms who let babies grow up to be rednecks,
raise children who can fish and pick blood ticks,
and kill big water moccasins with little sticks,
while picking polk salet for supper on picnics.
~Having caught a big flathead cat or two,
I called granddaughter Sue and my dog blue,
for I remember quit clearly when Sue was new,
was the dog days of summer, ninety two!
For and in Honor of: Carol Brown
And Contest: Picnic
As frost melts
Revealing green grass
Sparrow finds fat worm
Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel
Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet
Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility
Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability
Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres
Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble
Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received
9th August 2022
Written for Contest:
Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor:
Matt Caliri
She loops the carefully folded laundry
in the crook of her arm the way you would lift
a cat peacefully sleeping on a bed.
The need for neatness nestled in her like
noblesse oblige. Do cats dream? Do
dogs? The precious lion cub curled
in the warm fur of its mother's body. Well,
Yes... as in twitching, tail wagging, yowling;
reliving their day's experiences as
if once was not enough. 'Gamma activity,'
the brain behaving just as it did while wakeful.
Brainy, zany, grainy, waking the cat
from its blanketed bed, its nesting Nirvana.
The Tax Man Picks My Pocket
By Rick Rucker
The Tax Man regularly picks my pocket,
If I don’t go along with that, I’m on the court docket!
How much more would I have had in Life,
Without Taxes, and their strife?
A quarter of my income taken,
My faith in Mankind shaken,
Now, I hear it will be even more,
Soon, I won’t have to go to the store,
After paying rent, and gas,
On buying food, I’ll have to pass!
Not long after, I’ll be Dead,
When the Tax Man will put a price on my Head!
Then my family will have to, from the Tax Man, ransom,
What’s left of my estate, a figure not too handsome!
The Chinese diet, always on top picks,
Two grams of rice, which boiled in bucket water,
It should be eaten only by chopsticks.
But be a modest, eat this no more, than quarter!
God picks up the bad fish
And keeps the good one for me
"You may fall sick if you eat this bad one
So I pick the bad
So that you can pick the good"
County country corn
Grown naturally from the farm
Picked and stock, shucked and plucked
Crop has been givin up
There’s a new plow spaced aged somehow
I’m sure hungry now farmers come git mi corn plowed
10/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Idyll (Idyl)
Scariest:1) The Woman In Black 2) The Uninvited 3)The Exorcist Don't see
these alone, esp. 1 & 2..
The Funniest: 1)Monty Python & the Holy Grail 2)My Cousin Vinny 3)The Acid
Eaters (Something Weird Video) Honorable mention- any of the Mel Brooks
classics
General Favs : 1)West Side Story 2)Goodfellas 3) One Flew Over the Cuckhoo
Nest 4) Forbidden Planet 5) Das Boot (German language version) 6) Pulp
Fiction 7) Castaway.... more to follow (this IS though!!!)
Most Disturbing: 1) Eraserhead 2) The Curious Dr. Humphh (also bizarre and
funny) 3) Snuff (was sick for 2 days till I found out for sure it was fake) Skip this
dark film.
Worst Movies: 1)Plan 9 From Outer Space 2) Robot Monster
more to follow.......And thanks to Ruby for her list....by the way Ruby, Rosie's
favorite is in your list too- "Somewhere In Time" What a sin about Christopher
Reeves....
God never picks,
to use anyone unless they are of sin sick.
For God wants what is best,
but he can't reach out to us unless we our sins and need for him confess.
It is true God doesn't favorites play,
and we should be ready to face him now because sometime we all will meet our judgment day.
If our relationship with God is true,
then when we call on him he will come to our rescue.
He doesn't us from bad things always save,
but he will listen to us if his best we do crave.
My remote control taunts my mortal sloth
Pale light pulses, pulling me like a moth
Such a vast plethora beckoning me
Urging to decide what I long to see
I’ve got cop dramas to test my mettle
Cooking shows to inspire my kettle
Sporting events to tackle my spare time
Or dark sci-fi flicks spewing viscous slime
Game shows and rodeos can rope up greed
News scripts concocted to force a stampede
Travel shows touring streets of dead cities
Perhaps senate and house subcommittees
Cartoon madness might play to tickle me
Maybe sitcoms could work to pickle me
Animal shows and bridezillas abound
My mind still pictures a betrothed bloodhound
Those reality shows cause me to itch
Never mind--I think I’ll hit the off switch
PICKS OF LIFE
It is a sacred game of life
Sprinkle a hue and you are fine
It is a sacred game of life
Sprinkle a hue , gone is your shine
Who will sprinkle and on whom?
Its your own deeds that will choose
It is a tricky game of life
Enter a tunnel and light is there
It is a tricky game of life
Enter a tunnel , dark everywhere
Who will push to which tunnel?
Its your own thoughts that will lead
It is a wonderful game of life
When we expect more hurt arrives
It is a wonderful game of life
Selfless gesture brings happy vibes
How to expect less and serve?
Relies on how we steer the wheel of life!
© Anulaxmi Nayak,2019
Untimely was Hamilton Hicks
In making his basketball picks.
He knew it all well,
How each bracket fell,
But always too late with his clicks.
Yamamoto Miki has a face
That stands out in a crowd anyplace
She looks like the fairy
Who charms Londonderry
With visions of ethereal grace
Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven
clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop.
Words never die, they bury themselves in
heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters
the sadly said.
Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats
that flutter like bats in the sunlight.
Words have to be tied together
or they sink alone in an empty fish bowl.
Japanese girls in designer Nike's
skip over words completely and we all hear.
Silk flowers in China teacups sail a deep blue ink.
The poets speak in tie-dyed riddles,
in dribbles between the loosely connected.
Atop a mountain, goats bray,
love-sick donkeys harken with their heavy hearts.
Legions of cock-hatted rhymers are born again
to confuse the world with their simplistic sounds.
Writing for all the long dead letters
is an art for baby fingers and painted opera singers.
Undertakers gather; their electronic ankle-beepers
sing within freshly dug sonnets and odes.
The deceased travel on, spinning a gray language,
they are silk moths weaving tinsel rainbows
that by chance
speak words still wet from closed lips.