The skeleton man is doing chin ups on our fence!
This is said in anger by my cousin, Little Spence.
It doesn’t bother me, I tell him. What is the harm?
He is never polite, he’s rude, and he lacks lots of charm.
The skeleton man gives me a nod and a wink.
He and I are old acquaintances from a town name of Brink.
He’s not so bad I tell Little Spence. He could be your friend.
Unfortunately, he is not the one to be cordial or to bend.
So, the skeleton man continues chinning and I keep my voice off.
In the distance I hear a white-tailed deer give a nervous cough.
November is hunting season, and it comes so very soon.
But right now, I am being quiet, watching Spence, who can be quite a goon.
Categories:
chinning, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
Oh hello mr afternoon said miss morning! Midday didn't stay for the late breakfast it went out walking down the street towards the restaurant. Midday chimed today. It was very very noisy too. No need. Unnecessary. Most unwelcome. Bridges. Baking bread. Boom baskets and guillotines' for the baps. Bing bing bing three o clock bell here. I am announcing that it is midway through the afternoon with much delight. Bouncy bouncy. Bing bong. Wow. Each day at this time. And the wit is neither white or willow in hue. And a cobra clock strikes the hour with varied strength depends upon the hibernation of time. Injecting ingestion ignoring inner innocent innermost inherited inhabitants. And a clap. A loud clap. But should one travel. Immerse in cultural dialect. Then a morning could call like a bird. An hourly chime but bird call style. Cleverly closing chiming chinning circular circuit. Wow. And 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. In order. But the leaf longs for the world of yesteryear when the clocks were the sky and the calendar the seasons. Rick tock denotations denominations z z z z z
Categories:
chinning, beauty,
Form: I do not know?
Kim had funny hair when we were in second grade.
She made bad grades and sometimes got paddled
for being late to school too many times.
She wasn't good at jumprope
she was the last picked for any team.
She wasn't someone got paid attention to,
by those of us that got paid attention to.
Kim was white.
Latoya was dark skinned, flamboyant and poor.
During recess, some of us were hanging by our knees from the chinning bar.
Latoya decided to join in.
She never had before, but she
had some athletic ability
felt an urge to show off.
Yep, she hung there exposing her poverty through
the holes in her underwear
because she trusted our urging her to participate
to be sincere recognitions of her
talents.
They weren't.
We made fun of her
in cruel ways
we were seven or eight years old.
Kim, dear Kim, gently approached Latoya and said,
“Come with me, they are being mean to you.”
I learned kindness from Kim.
Categories:
chinning, childhood,
Form: I do not know?
Love is unconditional, but promises are not
When love is not requited such are promises, forgot
Vows deferred as if uncertain sounds of rhetoric
Seems times and seasons, rhymes and reasons were only shtick
Yet the desire deferred only proves a heart to be sick
A mind that is fainting in a soul that's lunatic
Losing hope of the joy set before in the beginning
Manifest language and deeds that touch with sinning
A sane man is now a man of Gadarenes dinning
A bewildered woman fearful, pressured, and chinning
Left him, reverse double standards, giving little
For blind love, great trust, a fool with no requital
Forgiving but not forgetting there's no aquittal
Once he understood, now she will just belittle
Whittle by whittle mind and heart, no longer hoodwink
Love, awry, uncovers overlooked faults and sins we prink
Forethink, count the full cost without haste, do not jink
Humiliation, love demanded's no love, doublethink
When promises are kept, human love wants its lot
For promises are conditional, but true love is not
Categories:
chinning, forgiveness, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme