Just checked in
to read a few of poets
that I follow
And one was missing
Without a trace
had flown like the summers swallow
Where is Dilly Dally ?
Could someone clue me in
For she was more than poet
I regard her as a friend
What’d
I miss?
Clue me in!
Deer in headlights…
Asleep at the wheel.
By all means…after you.
Plain as the nose on your face.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust -
November the third w a s cliché day!
11/7/2022
A November Nonet
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Quitting coffee and should it kill me
Want to say that it's been fun
Sidled up to this specific teat
Not long after my first weaning done
My body trying to clue me in
As I clung to my drug of choice
No longer willing to continue
In stifling my tired kidney's voice
Just read it slows down the flow of lymph
to a toddling terrapin crawl
Immunities highway like that of L.A.'s
Cannot abide it you all
My plan to reduce to a cup a day
Followed by a day after another
It's warmth will be missed the aroma as well
As a weanling ripped from its mother (sob)
Truthfully not looking forward to
Shifting to water and herbal teas
Saying goodbye to my old friend caffeine
Long considered the hairy bee's knees
Ok I am going to trot this one out once again
not knowing if it will be better received than
When it flopped in Peoria.
I love to hear people laugh.I love to have a part in making people laugh.Sometimes I get carried
away in that pursuit.
Once while talking on the phone to my oldest sister
and hearing her little giggle I retold a joke
my brother the crass master had told.
Granted it was borderline yet bizarre enough
that it would not offend I believed
You be the judge......Hey Deloris I said did you hear about that guy that died while eating fresh mountain oysters?No,in a voice of concern she said. Yeah,seems the hog drug him through a barbed wire fence............silence.......more silence
Yet still more s....... well you get the picture.
I don't consider myself to be a heathen but then this stuff happens.
Don't know exactly what she found off color about it.Feel free to clue me in.I never asked her about it
as her infinite silence was all the chastising I can handle in that regard.So shoot me a line kids,Set me straight. Should I cull this one for good?
I'm the glass half empty
For you I'm never full
How's the air up there where you are
on your sky high pedestal?
I use too many paper towels
I put the cap on wrong
I'm wearing too much makeup
How could I like that song?
My poems are depressing
Who taught me how to drive
Is that what I'm wearing
Too see thru go inside
I didn't get the memo
An email, anything
To clue me in that you are God
And you know everything
You need to get a mirror
Focus, check your view
Its crystal clear from where I stand
That you're imperfect too
You make mistakes you do wrong
Your flaws are bountiful
So bring yourself back down to earth
And off your pedestal
I have a rope, it's tied to a beam;
My hopes are all shattered and so are my dreams.
By my computer is a note of the whys
I hope they can read it; there's tears in my eyes.
There on the couch is a skirt that was hers;
Where her blouse is, of that I'm not sure.
I took a shower and washed my hair twice;
What ever I do I have to look nice.
I have some rags that will be of good use;
But I have to keep wondering am I being obtuse.
I'll make a dummy adorned with her wig;
I'll laugh like a mad man when it snaps like a twig.
What's that you're thinking, revenge is not good;
Then do clue me in, I wish that you would.
Better the dummy than her or me;
That's not so bad you have to agree
I have a rope, it's tied to a beam;
My hopes are all shattered and so are my dreams.
By my computer is a note of the why's
I hope they can read it; there's tears in my eyes.
There on the couch is a skirt that was hers;
Where her blouse is, of that I'm not sure.
I took a shower and washed my hair twice;
What ever I do I have to look nice.
I have some rags that will be of good use;
But I have to keep wondering am I being obtuse.
I'll make a dummy adorned with her wig;
I'll laugh like a mad man when it snaps like a twig.
What's that you're thinking, revenge is not good;
Then do clue me in, I wish that you would.
Better the dummy than her or me;
That's not so bad you have to agree.
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