"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught the indie afore ammunition
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
that witnessed the grapes of wrath in '37
and suffered its wine, the black potential rebelled
against the clear minority who had signed
emancipation letters without intent
ergo, cars with bodies went flying upon the riparian spine
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
leaning on treasonous city hearts, wrinkling under the trebled
degrees of island sun, chuffing at progressiveness
and how the colour schemes lightly redesigned
black power free, it seems, walks unfettered to its banks
carrying tackle, tiki-torches, tourists, a picnic, and gun
Categories:
chuffing, city, history, nature, river,
Form: Free verse
Brenda has a big bottom,
it causes quite a wake
as she swims toward me.
Soft girl steaming up to my ********
chuffing like a tugboat,
mouth as wide as a catfish.
Such things are not written of
nearly enough.
Categories:
chuffing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Brenda has a big bottom,
it causes quite a wake
as she swims toward me.
Soft girl steaming up to my election
chuffing like a tugboat,
mouth as wide as a catfish.
Such things are not written of
nearly enough.
Categories:
chuffing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Never knew my grandpa's,
they were too old.
I cannot now sing
true grampus songs.
I get all teary-eyed
about those two dead and gonners.
I dream of going fishing with them,
listening to their tall tales,
and, well you know,
just getting along fine with the old guys.
Hey Grandaddies, what's up?
Do you look up
or down on me -
your once
whippersnapper blood-kin?
I'm a grandpappy myself now.
with grandkids,
It's grand,
Do you miss that toy train?
It went: choo-choo-choo,
you bought it for your own nippers
and it got passed down,
sorry, gramps,
I lost it somewhere along the line,
like I lost you.
Maybe you are both riding
that loco now,
just chuffing along with a huff- huff
and choo-choo glee.
Wish I could hear,
wish I could see.
Categories:
chuffing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Timmy was distraught, he thought that he was late for school
He’d lost his phone, so of the time, he had no clue at all
Teacher stooped and when she stood, she held a dandelion
There’s other things than watches, clocks and phones you can rely on
The weed was past it’s flower and was now a fairy blowball
With this you tell the time or make a wish, but not a phone call
You count each time you blow it and you’ll see what time it is
But if you want to make a wish try blowing it a kiss
Timmy took the weed and said should I be f***ing puffing
Teacher said don’t use that word in future please say ‘chuffing’
Timmy blew the fairy ball just once and it was bare
But he’d left home at eight-fifteen and it’s not far from there
Teacher said that’s just one puff, but did you make a wish
Yes Miss, he said, I wished I knew what chuffing time it is
Categories:
chuffing, anxiety, school, time,
Form: Rhyme
Reindeer racks, huffing and chuffing - smokestacks
longing, like huskies, to run with shining
red sleigh. Commercials over, indicates
to Nick, in his hip black and red plaid, matching
fur-rimmed hat, pom-pom and whiskers, “Let’s go!”
Colorado Reinbeer to the rescue. The swagger
and lift of spirited gifts to neighbors.
Santa moves with the covid times, to cheer
up the down in the mouth, even the kids
with suds of their own - root or birch beer floats.
Sleigh bells and holiday harnesses play
in the steep mountain snow with “Ho! ho! ho!”
11/28/2020
Loosely based on a segment I saw on the news.
Categories:
chuffing, animal, christmas, drink,
Form: Verse
Brenda has a big bottom,
it causes quite a wake
as she swims toward me.
Soft girl steaming up to my woody
chuffing like a tugboat,
mouth as wide as a catfish.
Such things are not written of
nearly enough.
Categories:
chuffing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
coltsfoot in tatters
the waterfall chuffing
— bright Summer sun
8/8/2018
Categories:
chuffing, garden,
Form: Haiku
The coolest zoo to view
With an all-around great crew
The children are running
Tiger Mountain is stunning
Hear the tigers chuffing
See the parents huffing
At Bird World, people are pouring
To see the birds soaring
Take a ride on the monorail
Around the Wild Asia Trail
In the Children’s Zoo, oh what fun
To visit the farmyard in the sun
The Indian Gharials are basking
While the children keep asking
Little penguins are splashing
The cameras are flashing
The lion pride roars
And the snow owl soars
Ring tailed lemurs leaping
While the Fossas are creeping
A Snow Leopard on the prowl
A Gelada Baboon with a smile
Western lowland gorillas interact
While the Okapi families attract
Sea lions are flipping and diving
Zoo babies are growing and thriving
Monkeys are climbing and swinging
While their little babies are clinging
Categories:
chuffing, animal, family, new york,
Form: Free verse
A hot tongue, voodooed soul.
Determined, a small and nameless bird.
My teeth, my teeth too shy for bones,
My words too old for stones.
My spine lights for batten eye,
a half-shoulder caramelling othercold.
Spit thick.
Mouths on your hands,
they go to party icing, they chew their meat,
Carry thin sticks.
Fishy minds swished in dishwaters
Spooned from each sea.
O, brainy Atlases.
How you hold your lumpy lints,
your tumbleweeds wet wares
of women sipping the night,
hair chewed as treegums.
I'm the night train.
Chuff-chuffing you away, my tender bump!
We leave a trail a sigh.
We feed the baby birdie beaks open wide
as we sail by.
We toss gold like rice and diamond,
puddled skipping pebbles.
But you,
you've made me a ring of brick.
You've made me a house
of the best styrofoam.
Categories:
chuffing, adventure, humor, love, nonsense,
Form: I do not know?
"Give it time........
It'll be fine.
Give it time.....
It'll be okay."
Don't you say it again!!
Time is that ****
That's chuffing me off from my heaven.
Time is that ****
That's shoving me towards the Hades.
Time is a bulldozer
It's cowering me me with the sound
Time is a depute of Satan
It's depleting and deranging me like first night's fingers
Time is a filthy liquid of a tiny hole
That sometimes comes enormously
That sometimes never gets excited like a reluctant one's........
Categories:
chuffing, anger,
Form: Blank verse
I wanna go to a poetry cafe....
In a pink beret and two giant earrings
Sporting a very serious intelligent expression which is obviously not my own
So ill borrow it from some super being like Steven Fry
Just for the night (he can sit at home looking daft, looking me)
As i fly into the realms of fantasy
Stood in all my regalia, pink floral wellies and beige checkered hacking jacket
Purple courderoys
Spilling my beans
My limited means of getting my
Very
Unimportant
Point across.....
Whilst
The avante guarde and Mrs Bohemian nod and shake
As my word snake slithers from my agile tongue
The one which spits bile
the one which wreaks havoc when im just being mum
I wanna watch the candles flicker and smoulder
With a man bag over one shoulder
Chuffing
One
Giant Havanna cigar
Peace man, way out, too far.......
I wanna travel triumphant on the train
Back home again
Resting my feet on the opposite seat
(just because its wrong)
Leaning drunken pon my wonky umbrella
Singing that most annoying song
'Pardon me Sir..... is that the cat hoo chewed me new shoes? '
Whilst bemused commuters gaze on
Why ever not!
Cause Im a whimp...thats why
Categories:
chuffing, angst, fantasy, funny, home,
Form: Free verse
The wind is bickering with the night
My poor house caught up in the middle
Pawing and retreating then pouncing like a cat
It drums at the windows and
Haunts a ricochet around the room
Of some rendez-vous echo where
The downtrodden beat downward
Into my valley, the new address of Lillith
Or Hydra, the war waging outside
Breaking careful silence like a train
Chuffing me slowly away with
The cars zooming in the wayside
Burnt out, the relay challenging
Me to find my own way into sleep
Depravation or a Concentration Camp
A womb must sound like this
Haunted and forboding. But, what foetus
Could ever know much better
Than to be scared out of new skin?
Calling for Hercules or a prescription
Some tablets and a glass of gin
To wipe away the world
Reentering anonymity and concentration
Camping myself in the ocean, a bag
For the dead, that little gold fish
Floating around within the carrier
Tonight, I sleep in the womb
Categories:
chuffing,
Form: Free verse