Lyrics come to me by moonlight
When the power of darkness lessens
When whispers soften like overripe
Mangoes dispatched hurriedly from India,
On ramshackle East Indiamen vessels
Sailing fruitfully through consternated
Waters and heated lines of the tropics,
Selling rewardingly on busy markets
Charged with the power of buy-and-sell,
And order-and-supply.
I wonder how Bob would react to
My girlfriend’s long and big, sexy hair
Blowin’ in the wind,
Seeking answers to horizon-tossed questions,
When howling, racing gales accompany
Frightened sorrel horses, newly freed from
Spavins, and spiked by the energy of the sun,
Hurtle home happily towards old and battered
Picket fences newly mended?
I write often under the spell of night rain,
Striving much not to blend lyrics with poems,
Which, like zucchini and cucumber,
May look alike but are quite different.
I stumble upon the fraternity between words
And promises and splice them with soft, nimble
Fingers of the piano.
Gentle taps yonder come from happily sobbing congas.
And with an unseen ensemble, a song is born.
Beneath Betty and Barney’s bigger better bogie Broaderbatterband
was a consternated, conflcted cocoaflaxinoid created inland
Hopkinosis had heard about hype, and held history in his hand
Unwordeferin forever lingering longingly in his glorious gland.
is an elephant's trunk a nose or a hand?
Wanting to find out I traveled to Africa land.
One of the elephants used his trunk to wave at me.
Saw another wipe his trunk against his sleeve.
Female utilized her trunk to take a river drink.
Now I am consternated, do not know what to think.
How high does the blue sky go?
Why is grass green instead of pink?
Who invented hieroglyphics?
I stared at my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter.
Consternated and confused.
For three and a half years she has been gathering these questions.
Studying us, learning from us, gleaning our spoken language.
Yet, until today she did not give us any indication that she knew a word.
She had not said boo, goo, bah, caw, dada, or any other sound.
She begins with complete questions?
I am dumbfounded.
"please sit on your sitzfleisches,"the 4th grade teacher said
Preschoolers do not understood German, so they continued to stand
"Sit on your hindquarters!" This was stated a bit louder.
The kids stared at her, still not understanding.
"Your haunches, your petootsies, your derrieres!"
They looked totally consternated now.
A preschool teacher walked in.
"Sit on your pockets," she said.
They all sat.
Silence of the night split open
Consternated by a clamorous crack
Nettie stared at the paper
Took out an eraser
Evening’s still quiet was horrified
By the fortissimo of thunder
No good.
She began anew
One day there was a rain cloud.
Keyhole dreams floated out into the world
Butterfly wings, powdered sugar, dots of monarchs
Faerie magic might have brought this on
Even the fey were not certain how it happened
The world was unready, confused, consternated.
Keyhole sent out the colors orange yellow and pink.
Reminds me of the sixties, someone said
You are starting to get there, replied another.
Peace signs and tulips arrived in hot air balloons
Unicorns and faeries floated out into the ether
Cinnamon and sugar arrived on rolled out crust
Keyhole dreams floated out into the world
I woke up to my mother-in-law’s snoring noises loud and clear.
Come! I said to my husband. I swear that your mother is near.
Outside on our front lawn we saw a parked Airstream with windows wide.
I knew for sure exactly whose big mama was sleeping loudly inside.
She had built a little fence and put out two plastic flamingoes, pink.
I was so consternated and confused, my mind would not let me think.
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” my husband yelled, knocking on her door.
She did not wake at first, continuing with her horribly loud ugly snore.
The kids got up and began yelling “Grandma!” glad to see….
What had sort of kind of actually irritated me
Pink birdies! They yelled, thrilled with this woman from Ioway.
My only concern was, how long did she intend to stay?
madagascar monkey, chickadee and delaware donkey
all three argued about the zesty orange pekoe tea
monkey said on the cover was Crocodile Dundee
chickadee and donkey would not agree
said it looked more like Tolly Wolly Zee tree
this kind of arguing is hurtful said Auntie Vee
that is gleefully silly said my cousin Twitching Twee
what about my japanese sushi asked Uncle Wee Bee.
His lunch had been dug from the China Sea
I was consternated but only me.
lee lee was showing off her pie of chick-a-pea.
let’s let this argument die, said Aunt Bea.
being friends with each other is the ultimate key
are those arguers the only sweet potato pies you see?
what if they flee? Asked lee, dee, and grand prix.
that would be no big deal, said auntie spree.
an argument that would die as soon as we decided to agree.
i was consternated, but only me.
skittles got ambushed by slap happy griddles
bending and bowing, flexible in their middles
happy tea dunkers hung upside down from the piddles
consternated, I played six of my craziest fiddles
teacher was astounded; her name is McLiddles
orchestra complete, we thanked the musical griddles.
He was a most unusual creature
With his floral bow tie and his quilted vest
In this burrow, a favorite feature
His plaid jacket stood out from all the rest
Are you the white rabbit from the book I asked?
He smiled at me fleetingly, giving nothing away
His face was mysterious, silent, he was totally masked.
Regardless, I felt like I had met a celebrity that day.
Seriously, sir, are you famous? I asked, wanting to know.
His blue eyes glowed when he took out his purple watch.
He walked away, with a sly smile that started out slow.
I still was consternated, not smarter by a notch.
Who knows she is staying in this Swiss chalet?
She is consternated these chocolates came today.
Why would they be addressed to her real name?
She is registered under the moniker of a pretend dame.
The woman is freaked out; this is not her scene.
She begins to pack for she is not naïve or green.
Who knows she is here? And how would they know?
She stares at these chocolates knowing she has to go.
She packs quickly and runs from the place.
Hurry! An internal voice screams. Pick up your pace!
As she is checking out her husband yells her name.
I knew it was you! He says. You are one slick little dame!
Still angry with him, she avoids his eyes, and turns her head.
Wishing she had not left those chocolates lying on the bed.
She had thought they might be poisonous or even worse.
Where are the candies? He asks. “Inside your purse?”
I am as confused as Alice has ever been, she thought
And I am not a figment of a sliver of an imagination
Of a man who was probably under the influence of something.
I am consternated by this situation. I see no way out.
I have never been this discombobulated and turned backwards.
Her mind rolled its eyes; having heard this daily for years.
Six people confessed to the murders of four.
Police detectives were consternated.
This many confessions had never happened before.
This was totally unanticipated.
Other homeless people lined the police station door.
Police said “Now, these jail cells are overrated.”
In a week the confessions numbered twenty-four.
Free room and board for all those who participated.
Santa built a little snowman, but it came alive.
It danced around and gave the woodland creatures five.
They cheered because they thought his magic came from Santa Claus.
Santa was incredulous, he had no idea about the magic cause.
Unbeknownst to Santa, Mrs. Claus was a Wiccan queen.
She had brought the snowman to life, giving him a sheen.
He was still consternated, bamboozled and curious about it.
She laughed at his confusion as he threw a Santa fit.
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