Bill gives wife flowers
anticipating his kiss
Sue’s ruby lips part
she bursts into tears
the red roses are plastic
Sue screams "YOU MISER!"
Bill tries to tell her
bouquet shows his endless love…
Sue refuses sex!
A door with a strong key locked
Is a room outrightly blocked!
So, in which space had folks flocked
When darkest eleven clocked?
Not a door at which one knocked,
For stubborn key one has mocked:
The picture: a room with wares stocked
By one who had a ship docked,
All its windows well-shuttered
For a privacy not shattered…
A door with a strong key locked
Is a double-barreled gun cocked.
Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.
Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his priceless powers,
control them in Eve’s evil hours,
condemn powerless prey to Hell.
Hither, fine ferocious feline.
Soulfully sing your sacred song.
Whiskers hoary, lavishly long
subtle signs of ancient bloodline.
He will not succumb to witches
who wish to control, to command.
Here he makes a substantive stand
to thwart wicked witches’ wishes.
Cruel claws render stinging slashes
slitting through wrinkled, withered skin.
They shrilly shriek their dying din,
melting ghoulish, gray-green ashes.
"We were cocked and loaded," Trump said*
His face turning orange then red
For Donald was tardy
To Kavanaugh's party
Since Iran fixed his squeaky bed
*Proof that Trump hears only what he wants to hear
This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold
Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold
My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands
Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands
A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked
Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked
What with erasers missing and forever low on toner ink
It's a wonder the poetic process has not driven me to drink!
Half Cocked
If life was sweet as buttercups
we wouldna have to say wassup
and as I slipped into your room
your figure shining with the moon
you gasped with seeming utter shock
as i smoked a pipe of havelock.............(old tobacco)
we came together neath the stars
and Jupiter he belted Mars
they put me in the JPs dock
said johnson had gone off half cocked
Don Johnson ....
Thank you sultry sweet Janine
your comments sweet, i'll lay between
and love will flow serenely not
steam and passion hot hot hot...
love Don
my back against the wall
and my mind set
i'll look back
for the last time
and go where
the wind blow me
i'm continued in life
like sequels in movies
my menu
is priced
from what i been threw
the odds
even
my place in this world
i was locked down in my
heart and mind
now release
i'm reaping all the
success i can find
what a relieve
to be the cheif
of my own
life line