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The blank black page

I'm a blank page,
that's been bleached,
and seen in ages
and here or feared.
I'm not anyone
a something,
just I  hope to begin,
I hate society's fun,
Its not entertaining.....

Its not anything,
drawn to curtains
Where to begin
better  to be withering
bugs set in your ears

That one with the clippers
and silent dreams whispering
a match to that crawling
of young curious drawing

The hair that's being trimmed
and dizzy able to be stunning
Like a lightning of such feet
and the healthy of farms' wheats
less stateliness now running

toenail clippers wont do my nails

toe nail clipper? she asks. I laugh and scoff.
It’ll take a jackhammer to get these nails off.
They are thick, gristly, harder than a screw.
What about sheep shears? Asks my cousin Lou.

She does not have nails like these wretched claws.
I change the batteries in both of my chainsaws
It has to be done, all my socks have gigantic holes.
I reach for the first chainsaw whose battery glows.

small table inside my front door

Garage door opener
Ice cream carton
Pencil, erasers, pencil sharpener
Magazines
Tv remote
Gummie pills
Magic markers
Towel
Black sock
Gray sandal
Sketch pad
Twinkie wrapper
Snickers bar
Kleenexes
Washrag
Comb
Tape measure
Scissors
Toenail clippers
Green hoodie
Small table inside my front door

The Cat has taken Over

The Cat has Taken Over.
                                                                                    by Bob Moore-c Fe
So, we got a cat nothing wrong with that
told my wife we never would
I like dogs, but cats I hate
she convinced me that we should
Of course she didn’t listen
“this is a rescue cat she said”
my daughter can get it for us
will be no trouble, and easy fed.

Now Holly was a stray cat
lived in a stray cats home
been living there for quite a while
no space for her to roam
No one wanted an older cat
her time was coming to an end
so my wife convinced me,
and Holly had a new friend

The cat arrived, so far so good
then, the house was full of toys
scratching poles, and feeding bowls
 and other cat-type joys
Nail clippers, and all the things
the list goes on and on
everything a cat could need
was ordered from Amazon.

Now the house is taken over
and it doesn’t look so neat
I have to clean up after myself
Holly sure landed on her feet

London Calling

An old friend visited today, no longer young Men

Our hair changed, not with dyes or clippers anymore

Two silver foxes, a little rounder than before

We both have partners now, I have kids

Where once warehouse raves and Oxford st debauchery stood

Now roast pork and red wine abound

A bottle shared, just slightly older than the story of us

The bonds that held us together remain unbroken

We laugh and shared our tales, those funny sayings we had

Where’s so and so now, and how did we get here?

Twelve years, as if no more than a weekend had passed 

Promises to make it sooner next time

A warm embrace and gently to bed 

I love you brother

The Same Thing

Memory still anoints them,
glowing in the ashes
of childhood. The cypress trees
in the parkland at the end
of the street. Tall, knotted
ladders to the heavens
where a child’s outstretched hand
could almost scratch the underbelly
of passing clouds.

You could swing 
on the uppermost branches
as if riding a clippers mast
bending in the wind, 
sailing imaginary swells 
to places whose golden domes
shone through the darkest
days. 

And in the cool shadows,
the old stable, its doorway
an entrance to worlds
not known to other mortals.
The dark interior lipped 
on the edge of a cave 
to the very interior of earth,
holding hells and lava
lapped islands populated 
by exotic beasts.

Such things as trees
and tumbled down stables 
were not weighted 
with the burdens of this world
but were bridges, magical 
doorways to an elsewhere 
that existed in between,
a special place 
with its contours bending 
to shapes made in the mind. 
I write
to do the same thing.

Wisteria

I've battled every year,
  To keep the Wisteria clear.
  Away from the tree,
  Swaying so gracefully.
  The vine has caught a branch,
  Refusing to let it go.
  Tightening its grasp,
  I wonder how long the tree will last.

  Cutting the Wisteria away,
  Year after year,
  Only to have it reappear!
  Can't close the clippers anymore,
  The tree is on its own.
  Remains beautiful outside my home!

My Tool Box

In 2016 when I bought my town house,
one of my first visitor's was my ex-spouse.
He wanted me prepared for life's breaks and knocks,
so he gifted me my very first tool box..
 I never acquired these skills in our long marriage he was the fixer,
and I never felt disparaged. 
A hammer comes in handy and pliers too, but
what is a lever supposed to do?
I own an "adjust and flow aerator", which I'm not using now
and never will later.
There's a pair of clippers way too sharp for my hair.
If I need some snippers there are beauty shops here..
If I'm suddenly threatened and fearful of my life,
I'll pull out my non-functioning exacta knife.
He also included a package of white grease, which
came with cautions, does he want me deceased?
Some tools now sit idle in there neat canvas case as
I'll always hire a handyman when needed at my place.

Pandemic of Cleanliness

The office dust is gone…now his office is in disarray
The dust was two years thick…pandemic thick
So many papers, pairs of glasses, and miscellaneous
Carefully moved each item aside to lemon shine the desk
Not carefully enough, for his office is in disarray
The dust was stuck to shelves, blinds, and shadow boxes
The dust was two years thick…pandemic-sick
But…he can’t find his clippers, lens cloth, or me
I’m hiding…can’t you see?! I’m hiding the vacuum where I tossed
the dust and infamy. Items lost and found…when asked…replied
The dust, a  two year storm…thick as new fallen snow
Don’t panic! This pandemic of cleanliness is over…
over and above a husband’s head…i need to do my job!

2/14/2023

Come See What the Garden Grew

You have to come see for yourself! The hoe said to the rake.
The rake yawned, uninterested.
The hoe was always riling people up for no reason.
Seriously! The hoe said. You must come see what the garden grew.

The rake knew what the garden grew.
He had seen the carrots, radishes, and green beans.
He had seen the marigolds, lilies, and petunias.
“Baby cabbage?” He guessed. The hoe laughed.

When they arrived at the garden the rake was stunned.
He had never seen a garden grow a girl before.
And she was lovely.
“Come see what the garden grew!” he yelled to the clippers.

Looking South

On a morning
wings launch
into a clifftops
uplift of air
and glide effortlessly
above a distant coast.
 
Tall waves break
into foaming sweeps
up beaches bare
of footprints – a shadow
cuts like a scythe
across ancient sand.
 
Enormous swells
heave upwards where once
clippers sailed
southern ocean gales.
A continent’s vast wound
weeps into the sea.
 
High above, the contrail
of a passing jet
crawls silently across
a cloudless sky.
An emptiness soon
wipes it all away.

Dot To Dot

A dot to dot for all to see
Rotating across the world
Everyone see's it differently
Depends which way you're twirled
You can play even in slippers

I connect Orion to his belt
Trace a mighty Leo's mane
Draw Hercules with his pelt
Then I'm interrupted by a plane
Right through Hydra's flippers

Link the horns to Taurus
And Pegasus to his wings
A shell for Delphinus porpoise
Few more lines in Lyra's harp strings
and Cancer's pinching clippers

My favourite dots to connect
In any constellation
Are the made up ones, I suspect
From my starry imagination
(plus, I can never find the dippers)

Nov 17, 2022

Butterflies

They slip in unnoticed
  just below the burning rays of the sun solstice
  lighting on the last flowers of summer bare,
  sweet nectar wafting in the heavy laden air,
colors brilliant, glowing, coy
 orange black monarchs and viceroys,
 great spangled fritillary yellows and whites,
 tiger swallowtails in yellow black stripes,
 California sisters, red admirals,  blues, skippers,
silent and stealth like they come on windy clippers
 floating and flittering in mid-August dance,
 waltzing on the warm light breeze tree branch,
 eye-catching, dainty lace winged soarers,
 quick and slow in flight flutterers scorers,
enticed by flowered whispers between thorn and nettles
 painted ladies hovering in place on petals
 mourning cloakers, dark gray stokers with blended color palettes,
 rudders navigating windy turns and landings on salads, 
 southern dogfaces heading south in transition
migratory lives gathering in submission 
 to climatic phenomena seen on the window pane
 tempered by the sun, the surf, and rain
 waving goodbye to the northern lights
 hello to the southern fields and forests cool nights.

Wish My Toenails Were Graham Crackers

I wish my toenails were graham crackers
They would crumble instead of making holes in my shoes
I could eat the droppings
Or fashion them into a nice pie crust
They would be easier to clip and trim
I would not have to use the lawn clippers
I wish my toenails were graham crackers

Ikea Assembly

Do you ever think about film characters in the realms of reality?

Think about someone like Grima Wormtounge making Saruman a pot of tea?

What about the eye of Sauron trying to find someone to play monopoly or Frodo, giving the ring to Gollum so he can go just home for tea?

Ever think about the characters with their nail clippers, getting waxed or brushing their teeth?

Imagine Rambo with a lawnmower that’s gone faulty?

Or what about The Terminator assembling IKEA furniture quietly? 

Ok, try to picture Deadpool trying to find something to wear to a fancy dress party. 

What about the ‘man with no name’ listening to the payment options for a flat-screen TV? 

Now, what about James Bond getting pissed on your settee or Jason Bourne, bag in hand, waiting to see if the dog just wanted a pee?

Do you ever think of film characters in the realms of reality or is it just me?

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