Best Sal Poems
I once had a friend named Sally
Who loved the Fresno Valley.
Her desire to travel
Soon did unravel
A wee one dubbed Callie O'Malley.
Potted Meat Sal,
Glued a Duckpond to Old Val,and in the winter, she collected Pearly Queens,
But instead of fish and carrots, she had parrots in her slippers,
And two miles of the M40 in her jeans.
Sal Tryal is an unusual witch
And not the kind that eat kids.
She leads a quiet and simple life
Wants no bother or any type strife.
The deep forest is her piece of heaven
In a place called Nottindevon.
Maker of spells and misty brews
And lives on eating veggie stews.
She carves wood with her toenail clippings
Then sells her makes for ten shillings.
Money toward her wildlife safe haven
With her bird friend, Rilo Von Raven.
A sanctuary for creatures of the forest
For every type; the tall and the smallest.
She's not an old lady and won't poison an apple
But sometimes her laugh can sound like a cackle.
One sunny day, some humans came in,
Their polluting and noise made her head spin.
Scattered cans, rubbish not placed in a bin
So angry was Sal, the hairs curled on her chin.
Music so loud, could feel the ground vibrate
Even the Devil emailed a complaint.
She took out an eyeball to look over the hedge
And this, she casted in a spell pledge.
"Curse humans who break this command
No litter, no pollution no cruelty from man.
Peace and kindness, respect and protect
Or be nail clippers for my next carving project."
For a while she had lots of new clippers
Some she turned into warning post stickers.
Peace and harmony was good for while
Until a rebel had an idea of a witch trial.
That is how the witch trials began
Always start trouble, does the human.
How do I know this all to be true?
Sal's bloodline flows through me too.
25.06.22
He was a goofy kid
wearing a velvet sombrero.
The only reason I
ever hung around him was
the laughs,
and the contrast between
he and I.
He didn't listen to music
and I was
okay with that.
October sunshine late afternoon
Time hasn’t fallen back yet
Six orange raspberries
Sweetly melted on my tongue
A second harvest
Missed by the catbirds
Found by the ants
A gallon or two of
tiny red and yellow
Tomatoes
To be halved and drenched
In dark Balsamic
With perhaps a slice
Of hot pepper
Yellow
Not the fiery red
And a sip or two
Of Mountain chablis
Then maybe some
Devonshire
Or Chilton
With that hard crust bread
To dip in
olive oil
Sagely senile pipe-smoking sensuous Sal.
She was the matriarch of her coven, quite a gal.
But wait, a newcomer said. Isn’t she just an owl?
This caused a riot, many educated Wiccans yelled foul!
They chased the Newbie off, smacking her with a towel.
She was screeching and screaming with half of a jowl.
You see in this coven; the matriarch is always an owl.
Besides no one dares double-cross sagely senile sensuous Sal.
She knows when the trees will sap, and the wind will howl.
She is wise beyond the wisest of any weird human gal.
Her witch hat is a tiny clue that she is more than a mere fowl.
If you come by, be prepared to please pipe-smoking Sal.
Sal, the neighborhood guy
by Edmund Siejka
“Hey Sal how you doing?
Holding down the same corner, right?”
“Yeah. Why is that bothering you?”
“It’s time Sal. Settle down, find a nice girl, get married
and move from this neighborhood.”
“Why? And be like you. Miserable and always sneaking back to the block?”
“I like to visit.”
“Yeah, you like to come back to see how bad everything’s become.”
“No, that’s further from the truth.”
“Well, let me tell you something the Avenue’s still busy
And people are buying
And new stores are opening up.”
“But they’re not the same stores we used to go to.”
“Whaddya mean? You prejudice or something?
These are hard working people
Y’know if you can’t find anything you ask
And somebody will help you.”
“C’mon Sal you know what I mean. Let’s be copacetic.”
“Hey, I only got a high school education. Whaddya trying to tell me?”
“I’m not trying to say anything. You’re thinking too much.”
“So anyway, how’s the job? You eatin’ and the wife’s happy?”
“Yeah, I’m eatin’ good,
Gotta go to the gym, lose some weight y’know?”
“Yeah, I can tell. Your belly is jiggling all the way.
Man, you gotta cut out the carbs.”
“Whaddya know about carbs?”
“Sugar and all those sweets.”
“Yeah, you got me there. I love pastries.
Can’t live without them.”
“Well, you need to learn to live without some things.
You don’t have to have everything in the whole wide world.”
“Yeah, be like you. Standing on the corner watching life go by.”
“At least I didn’t become something I’m not. So, think about this.
When people see you cruising by,
They laugh and say ‘Look who’s back.’
So, adios friend,
See ya around next time.”
oh
Sal saw sea
beyond the seesaw
but
did her fish suit swimming
in a flashy swimsuit
Doug, her dog
at the pantomime
groans a panting moan
then
Sal, fish and Doug
did a selfie on her phone
He said he loved her and he always would,
Gave her a smile and cocked his head just so.
Then he looked in her eyes, just like he should,
And told her that he'd never let her go.
He said that her skin was so soft and clean
And that it was made for just one man's touch.
Her hair was silken with a golden sheen
He loved her soft glow and her smell so much.
She kind of smiled, gazed at her new lover,
Said, "Stranger, you're a handsome kind of mess!
Must be drivin' them cows with no cover,
You're different from the others I confess.
"Next time you're passin' through this old cowtown,
Just ask anyone for me - name's Sal Brown."
September 15, 2016
For Contest No. 203
Uncle Sal is usually and forever absent or late.
He always brings someone interesting as a new date.
His latest turquoise haired lady is decorated up to the max.
I think she is a hooker, said our cynical Uncle Jax.
Hooker or not, she is a looker, said Great Grandma Lee.
I like it when Sal brings in someone pretty to see.
Sal is her boy, her joy, her light her love, her youngest baby.
We know better than to say something mean about him to Grandma Lee.
One sunset in mid September
I sat alone by the river
Watching white birds fly together
Amidst rousing stormy weather
September 19, 2023