A LAKESIDE VIEW
Crabs crawling the shore,
Fish flip flopping the water;
Smiling crocks, resting.
those Connecticut crocks think they are too good for us
They look down their noses at me especially said Gus
They are snooty and snotty, their shoes are designer
I cannot stand to be around them; their son is a whiner
I was thinking the only whiner here was my cousin Gus.
But I did not say it, because I did not want a relative fuss.
Grandma invited the Connecticut crocks to Thanksgiving that year.
I actually found them to be delightful, insightful and pretty much dear.
I’m racing round the NASCAR scene,
With bugs and grit upon my gleam.
The rubber flies, the dust goes wild,
Screen’s smeared, rip it off, I cried.
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil,
to Crystal Clear, Please!
Got no time to wipe, stop or weep,
My tear-offs are stacked ten deep!
Snatch and rip my world to clear,
Let's end the pit-stop clutch gear.
I weaved through fumes and bumper brawls,
Blasted like bullets off the walls.
My screen is chipped by flying rocks.
Ripp'n the socks off track-worn crocks.
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil
to Crystal Clear, Please!
I'd love to see my tear-off fly.
My flimsy film sent screaming high.
Maybe I'll see Vegas, before I die.
Take me to where I'd rather lie.
I’d trade this helmet, car, and game,
For brighter lights and louder fame.
Ditch the garlands, trade the shows,
If this screaming screen just goes!
Tear it Off, Rip it Off!
Shatter My Veil
to Crystal Clear, Please!
Paul Hogan now..A battler thats true' tall tails and long days,
The crocks could tell you.. Also' painter on the bridge
Over Sydney town, tested and tried.' Yet still not bested.' The taxman wanted to make him
Pay up' yet in the end?? Houges; just shot 'em down.'!
Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon,
There, I will proudly place a memento with flair,
Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design,
One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun.
Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike,
Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring,
From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum,
Bold, elegant masterpiece dipped in crocks of gold.
Steady for the frozen silence of moon’s eddy,
That unyielding oak that confines winds to the mat.
Carved to freeze time, for history not to be starved,
Set in stone, clothed in a bright future free from threat—
Sweet treasure that no storm will ever dare unseat.
I heard the tooth fairy lost her teeth.
Thief stole every last one, and her wand.
She can’t wave away the loss. Senseless,
of course. Sore kids won’t let it go -
their tooth. They’ve moved to Neverland
to escape the crooked, but Cook has
a secret treasure with a wand for a key.
Now Peter found the old Captain’s stash,
bagged it, filled it with crocks and clocks.
Peter Pan capped the tooth fairy’s smile.
The Captain will be screaming for a while.
O Spring season of love for every plant and beast,
from early March till later May the charming guest would feast.
In mother nature you’ll see the signs of all Divine designs. You will see the beauty on every face including yours and mine.
Daffodils will sway in open fields and lands that have declined. Flowers shall blossom and roses will bloom on every stem and spine.
Stallions will tease and gallop away in single pairs and lines. Even the birds their mates would mock before they do combine.
You’ll spot the fish of every hue in every pond or lake,
but monkeys would scream and run away from every coily snake.
The crocks would stretch on river banks in search of warmth and shine,
even the bears will lazily rest under the shady pine.
lovebirds will flirt and build a nest on every woken tree, music would play and bells would ring in all the lands and sea.
When young are born or even hatch they’ll match the colours of spring,
parents would feed and nurse away as the young will proudly sing.
Saleh Ben Saleh
“Times have passed cheques (checks) are surpassed
We now have online banking. In my day
if they didn’t wanna pay, all you heard was The last line of this poem” ~~The Poet~~
Warned of the crocodile,
The tourists began to smile.
We will sunbath for a while.,
From Czechoslovakia he came.
Boris was his name.
The Frenchman was game.
Swimming in the river.
They saw two crocs sliver.
They began to quiver.
The biggest croc gulped.
Swallowed the tourist whole.
The next man met demise.
The crocks shot by locals.
Who had been searching.
They took the crocs skin.
And what they found.
Frenchman in the female croc.
And the Check was in the mail !!!
I fell asleep in a wondrous glen
that seemed so full of sparkly things
Trees here, over there a unicorn what?
Yes a unicorn perched on a grassy rock
I looked at it, it too looked at me I say
how do you do? well ty. how do you?
Fine I reply. but why are you here?
I am your guide between our worlds
my name is pukka and first we go to
the high priest's hall where all is decided
So together they set off passing trees
shaped like crocks, elephants and birds
Most would talk to them of scandalous
things but Pukka rushed him past then
they were there. what do you think we
should do with the thief Simba they asked
Peg him out in the desert for one night
let the animal's decided his fate and so
that was what happened and entered
into the good book as the punishment
Right best be bustling along right fast
in a flash they were back in the glen
Simba rubbed his eyes in disbelief
Pukka had vanished all seem the same
Simba found some sparkly hairs call me if you need me
I heard there were horns on an Iowan fox.
This went around the circle of kids wearing socks.
In front of a time piece that had out of sync tocks.
The circle was strange, most nurses wore crocks.
The gossip went haywire, ending down at the docks.
Bass fisherman parked to say this on the rocks.
Beware of sharks, they are arriving in flocks.
All because a unicorn had arrived out of a box.
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Uncle Pete agrees to take his great grand-nephew fishing to Lake Mare.
I don’t have a pole, Larry says. No prob, says Pete. We can share.
I’ll make my own rod, the nine-year-old says, and grabs a twig of a stick.
Uncle Pete is decked out in expensive duds; his fishing tackle box is thick.
Look! I caught one! Larry yells! Flinging a giant bass out of the lake.
This startles Pete who thinks “this must have been a little mistake.
But Larry keeps flinging catfish, walleye and groupie out of the water.
His plain inexpensive fishing rod just gets hotter and hotter.
Uncle Pete is sitting on a rock, staring at frogs on rocks.
Thinking he should have worn his lucky crocks!
Larry offers to trade places, so Uncle Pete will have a chance.
But Pete didn’t have luck there either and did the “poor me” dance.
Altitude of Autumn—
bitty kites
without strings attached
from God’s cache.
Over the top joy—
elixir of Jack Frost,
Jacques Torres chocolate,
crackling of hearths.
Vouchsafed variegation
of leaves,
mulligan and goulash,
the swaddle of sweaters.
Patch of giant and itty bitty
crocks of seeds
and mellow pulp
to be roasted and pie’d,
then lit.
Impresario of Fall—
twirls and dips,
brightens and lightens
in darker-days bliss.
9/9/2021
Alligators want my 46C’s.
I throw them hard with plenty of ease.
Here come the crocks.
With toes in socks.
I scream as I run from their tick tocks.
I have a flatter head said the gator, haughtily.
So what? The crock answered. “Let me see.”
But crock went home and pouted about it too.
His mother told him not to be so blue.
Gators have much smaller heads, she said.
Their brains are tiny, not easily fed.
But don’t tell him that. For you will hurt your friend.
So crock’s baby pouting promptly came to an end.
Mama Gator and Mama Crock got together.
They talked about their boys, their lives and the weather.
We can look at life in a different way,
But we will always be friends at the end of the day.
We can be better friends without all that bragging.
We can be better friends, without tongues that go wagging.
With rumors and gossip, we have nothing to gain.
So when tempted, remember you need to refrain.
Crocks and gators can be wonderful friends.
But they have to have kind feelings that never end.
They have to listen, and learn and be polite.
So they can go home happy at the end of each night.
Shoes.
Red shoes,blue shoes
some are black or brown.
Flat shoes, heeled shoes
some to walk around the town.
With pointy toes or square toes
round toes or peek-a-boo toes
stilettos six inches high made for you and me.
Small shoes, big shoes trainers help you run.
High boots, low boots,
fancy slippers made for fun.
Even crocks or sandals and flip-flops, for wearing in the sun.
I love all my shoes and its so hard to choose
just what pair I should put on.
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