He Was
All Cowboy
With No Hat.
I'd Kindly
Invite You
In For A Chat.
I Don't Know
If A Cat Can
Talk, But...
I Don't Have
A Cat.
Don't Bust
Anything.
.
what happenz in
vegas
stayz twixt
mine'd
'
'tiz up
'fore mine
think
.
'tiz mine think's
speak
My Famous Favorite Poet,
One day, I'll write like you own it.
Your gorgeously written sonnet,
Mines are like bees in my bonnet.
Words hum dimly and don't brighten,
Yours float high, and they enlighten.
All my poems acquire honey,
They buzz about sounding funny.
Each of your sonnets shines like gold,
With words that glow, so all behold.
My poems hid inside a beehive,
While yours outside gets a high five.
I hope to write like your sonnet,
Honeyed butter like Bluebonnet.
Ello, Gwammy,
Yea, saw the wain, Gwammy,
Big dwops fallin’ on the soil.
Dwopped fwom clouds.
Aunt Jan was angwy.
Said I get wet.
But I took her bwolly,
The one with the paint on it.
Big bwolly so I no get wet.
Went on the bench to see better.
The soil got wet.
Aunt Jan called me,
But I want to see the gwass gwo.
The wain will make the gwass gwo
And I can play there.
But it gwo a lot, only
Can’t play in gwass. Much wain.
From the bench I saw lovely colows.
Aunt Jan said it’s a wainbow.
Don’t know. But you know, Gwammy,
I saw mamma on the wainbow.
She smiled and sent me a kiss.
I want to see the wainbow again.
But no wain now.
When you come
Bwing me cake with a hole.
I lowe it. I lowe you too, gwammy.
Must go.
Bye, Gwammy.
.
there'z 4eyne
save mine
staring
2i know are deep
inside mine
pupils
(((ouch)))
that wuz the other
eyne
my live in
cowgirl
* "u beach"
Hawaii
Black Sand Beach
.
her celt tresses
mangled
wow'n me (az hern see locks 'pon thuh female shark)
salt sodden'd from
uh day uv
ocean
and
sweat
sweet
hern pretty
flowz
with that touch
uv
she(mmm)
or(ahhh)
')
.
it's the
"M"
werdz
monz'el tov
and
make believe
okay
'mammillae'
let's face it though
after first
baby
it's all
make believe
')
whut
Peaceful battles fought
With no enemy aside,
Friends you trust never.
Wartime of peace
Moments of joyous sorrow:
Jolt of the mire.
A race for life,
A ring with no boxers,
Bout of no sense.
Wartime of peace
Is a seasonal murder:-
No foes in sight.
.
quintessential
hern
mitt's digits
stroll mine dome'z
mane
purrrz
'round the sand
mine think's
see
hern digit's fangz
stroll mine
ribz
okay cowboy
that
sh!t
"tickles"
.
"'twuz this close"
certainly
y'all indulgerz uv
mine write
with telepathy knowz
such thuh close
'twuz that tingly feel'n
whence literary lisps
out mine
face
my almost
kissed them
the pink thick strips
'buv her chin
whilst her see's emeralds
glister'd
(((CRACK)))
her daddy's
bullwhip
clop clop clop
my best friend'z
canter
galloping mine safely
from wrath
Seems a programmer wrote him some code
and then told it, Produce me an ode!
His efforts, mispent
for to his lament,
all its praises were to his commode!
.
well
i'll talk
y'all listen
'twuz
1992
she kissed me
she reached up
and over
the
ottoman
on my lips
her precious
kissed me
for six years
she
kissed me
every kiss
i
were
weak
Moans of ecstacy the hymn singer
a regional delight
We heard Hymn singers in
barns, in backyards
and in the pews.
What they served up
was something
you couldn't confusse
Ironing clothes
before one would take there bath
a delicate celight
they stood in lines
from first to last
A comforting song
soothing as ones eyes could see
a calming spirted greeting
all would come to see
Hymn Singer: Hymn Singer
we heard the demand
fresh and delicate
not something from
a can.
Hymn Singer: hymn singer
How ya'll doing tonight
Hymn Singer: Hymn Singer
everythings
all right!
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