Best Sprinkler Poems
See her reach 'cross wide swaths of green
Magic fingers, droplets ~ rainbow's sheen
Sprinkler man,
Dancing in an idle neighbourhood.
Eyes rolled back feeling fine,
gallon coat of tears,
his boat drifting
like his floating feet
His mind an endless note
charming the children from the river,
disturbing mud packets of thought,
Caught a fish he did, the sprinkler man,
swirls waving hooks in the air
paddling like a worm
curling like a note he wrote.
--The night is young
Still stuck in his river yellow mind
Brewing toxins falling to the ground out the
entrances of his pointers
He lives down on the alley
praying amongst tall grass
weaving a sunrise, exhaling
the lifes clouds drifting along in deep currents of blue.
He was my father at one point.
sold his tanned heart and smoked
sticky dreams flooding valleys
staunhcing him a like a shadow coat
Starfishes in the corner,
intoxicated pacified in a midnight blanket
mono train exaiming ants briefly stern.
on he goes
Destroying darkness
shovelling blood out his ten shores
spiriling notice leaving the world behind.
Riding quilts galloping,
All is quite fine with the clown
teething
moping like a wave to his mothers palm.
On he crys..
Singing
THE SPRINKLER
Moving hoses
Of flowing,
Flowering,
Movement.
Running in rills to troughs of sand,
Pressing passages through the stones.
Pools well with
gurgles
splashes,
Thundering falls with mist skirts
of pearls strung
on summer breezes.
kiss and caresses
between kiss and caresses
you go beyond words
It might have been a blast
It could have been such fun
But no-ones gonna reminisce
for twenty twenty-one
No sooner had we got around
To last years sausage rolls
The government decided it
would fill us full of holes
First we had to have a jab
To save our poor grandmother
But then we’re told we had to have
Another… then another
So this year I won’t raise a glass
To twenty twenty-two
I’ll sprinkle like a watering can
And, don’t laugh… so will you
Cos now we have a lot more holes
Than back when we were born
So make sure if you have a beer
You’re standing on your lawn
On a bench right outside the front door
We were waiting, like we've done before,
For the camp bus to show.
We were early, I know,
But that's just how I am, to the core.
All at once a surprise we did get
When the sprinkler, whose timer was set
To go on did just that
And in two seconds flat
We were both (and the backpack) quite wet.
We jumped up and we ran out of range
Then we laughed 'cause it surely was strange;
But the early bird's terms
Really do get the worms
'Cause we'd plenty of time left to change.
Back and forth and back
Hypnotically swaying
~ Rainbows in its drops
On a hot hot day, the sprinkler shoots
Its droplets in the air.
For little kids, there is such joy
In running under there.
They dash right in and, dripping wet,
They turn and dash back out,
Each darting trip accompanied
By giggle, gasp or shout.
When watching kids at sprinkler time
I'll never sport a frown
For unlike at a swimming pool,
There's no way they can drown.