Its been a long time since I’ve felt blissful,
I know I’m the one to shoulder any blame.
Bliss ended long before years turned golden,
too many matters I’ve allowed to inflame.
I’ve always been, for the most part, a loner,
crowds and idle chit chat I’ve tried to avoid.
Married sixty years to the same woman,
Just two D.I.N.K.S. one in need of Freud.
But surveying the past changes nothing,
so musings should focus on time unspent.
But the future holds no aspirations for me,
it’s just about time to take down the tent.
But throughout my life I have been blessed,
faith in God has seen me through each test.
Categories:
dinks, blessing, faith, god,
Form: Sonnet
Taught by twiddly dinks
Your on the brink of discovering
that boredom has its own reward
It’s not what you think
There’s no get rich quick scheme
instead there’s a fiery end
for those who take
what someone else has made
When you open your eyes
you’ll see what you’ve missed
both the sunrise and sunset
You’ll find cool colors
from childhood, when
you step from your nightmares
back into dreams
Creamsicle swirls, cherry-red poppies,
a daisy-necklace meadow and
intelligent people -
you’ll no longer crave
the wasteland nor
the twiddly dink spell
Categories:
dinks, motivation,
Form: Didactic
We are the Halloween clowns they say with a chuckle and a heave.
They are weirdly grotesque worse than many would ever believe.
What did they do wrong? Asks someone insane who thinks.
No one likes wearing a clown suit, but his name is Rinky Dinks.
Grew up with clowns but thought he would become more refine.
Hoping he would figure out how to land a plane for an airline.
You are part of the Halloween clowns, they are famous said some.
Thinking anything less than his heritage might make him a bum.
Categories:
dinks, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Nudnick
By Sy Roth
Self, I say
Self,
Wake up.
Your ganglions
Are asleep again.
Wakey, wakey…
Those around you, nudnick,
Are whirling dervishes
Those who come and go
In the Speakeasys of their lives
And I am a silent partner.
Wake up dammit
It’s slipping away
You’re letting it slip away
While the humped dowagers
Prepare their casseroles
For the hungry men who’ve passed.
See in their eyes
Your sadness, Nudnick,
Where’s the fun in your voyage
Careless self
Elf of the bygones,
Shelf where the platitudes lay
Dusty
Fusty hungry dinks waiting
For their revival
Wrapped in their silent home
Domicile of mordant cells
For the somnambulist to walk echoey corridors.
Awaken before it is too late
Or perhaps it is.
The monster is caught galumphing to Bedlam
And the nudnick sits on the side of the road
Waiting for him to pass
Like a hundred-car freight train crossing.
Wake, I hear it in my ear!
Wake the nudnik from its dream
The train is a never-ending circus cavalcade,
And he yawns as it passes by.
They all yawn as he passes by.
I yawn for myself
Yearning to avoid the parade
As my eyes close and sleep invades my reality.
Categories:
dinks, courage,
Form: Free verse
THE INTRODUCTION TO KELP SEAWORTHY
BEGANS WITH THE RE INTRODUCTION
OF THE SOUNDS OF FRUSTRATION
EACH WORD SPEAKS
TO THE NEED OF BRINGING
CREDIBLITY BACK TO
A WORLD WERE
FLINKLE DINKLE DORKS
FLURISH.
PER- DIGGLE
DIFFLE DA- WORPER DOO!
YET THEIS DOGGLE DIFFA'S
ARE SPOKEN OF AS
THEY ARE GITTLE GOOB GAFFERS!
(LAUGHING, SMILING)
BUT WE KNOW THEY
ARE DINTLE DAGGLE DERF!
FLINKLE FLIG AH FLUFF!
SWITTLE SINTLE DIFFA DEW!
MR. KELP SEAWORTHY, MIGHT WE SPEAK LIKE
MIFFLE WOFA DIFF'S?
HUH? CAN WE TALK LIKE WOFA DIFF'S?
OR ARE WE GONNA, STAND OUT HERE
AND ACT LIKE
WE ARE SUM-AH LUMMA DINKS
AND MIFFLE DANK DIGGLE DEW!
MISTER: OF COURSE NOT !
Categories:
dinks, business, character, integrity, music,
Form: Narrative
My “I Do” vow also pledged me to urine somehow.
My kids, pets and more have stores of pee upsets -
scores of dried tinkle spots only visible with miracles!
I can’t see cat wee in houseplant dirt but
I can and do threaten viewable feline hurt.
I have wetting weapon grandpa who dinks ink on his pads
making sheet stinks in reek spots corneas cannot seek.
Cat closet wiz where hangs a boutique is the worst,
the gold may be dried jets folded in garb, purses or belts.
Only touch can sight whiz biz and then, only if it's wet.
... CayCay
July 14, 2019
Categories:
dinks, angst, cat, children, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Sixties Secret Agent
In black and orange inks
some wag had stenciled,
"no need for tests -
for use on dinks".
Gung-ho. Can-do.
Make war, not love.
You hit puberty, and find
you're the biggest kid on the block.
Time to throw some weight around.
Buy yourself a Glock.
Damn this forest.
They don't play fair.
We'll catch 'em in the open
with our phosphorescent flares.
We invented cocaine drinks,
electric chairs, chop suey -
let's have us a little think:
claymores, napalm, hueys.
If only we could find a way
to murder all these trees:
if all this life were scalded, flayed,
and shriveled till it dropped away,
poisoned, sickly, palsied, grey,
then Charlie, skulking somewhere
out there
would show up in our lenses' stare
and we could bring our guns
to bear.
So. Get it done.
Categories:
dinks, war,
Form: Rhyme
I remember Mickey Mouse when he was magical
Sweet dreams, T.V. screens, and Winky Dinks
Now it's Mickey Mouse
M.*O.*E. M*O*G*U*L
Blood is thicker than water
But it's not as sticky as sex
No apology, no regret, except
You can't get blood out of a turnip
Beguiled by great expectations of sex
Unrequited and thrown away
A mother drowns her two toddlers in the lake
Mama always wanted a husband
Just and decent
All she ever got was rotten teeth
He pretends to be your hero
With a heart of gold
Only if there's a f**k
At the end of the end of the rainbow
Don't give Fido your chocolate covered *****
It'll kill 'em
Go home. Go home.
Go home and pick your purple plums
There's not a pedophile alive
Who will admit their crime
They can't be reformed or made to understand
Moms hide your head in the sand at Disneyland
Categories:
dinks, betrayal,
Form: ABC
One word synopsis
Poetic hypothesis
Foundation
on top of it
getting to the heart of it
Building and building
a life worth living
walls and ceiling
blessings with
misgivings
twiddly dinks
of a sphinx
and Nubian
ladies craved
naked cradling
princes as babies
White Jesus framed.
a boy called
first and
middle name.
A king to be
dirty are his feet.
clay for foundation
El Shaddai molded
from shackles, shacks
and hypertension
stop pretending
from a premises
he was owed
something
God had
already given.
Black dignity
redefined from
ancient times
We stood
inline with royalty
and the stars were
named by us.
That house
on the Nile
was architected
by us.
Categories:
dinks, black african american,
Form: Prose Poetry