Huge Harry swims in his G string
Its stitches burst, he feels them ping
His gonads are so small
One hand covers them all
His massive dong - it’s left to swing!
.
black holez
enter your
at
own lisp
shnap
The traveler stands alone,
a trespasser in dust and rot,
and then the sounds begin.
not rain,
not time's heavy sigh,
but a persistent,
liquid malice striking a rusty pot
somewhere in the black gut of the house.
Drip
A tiny bullet of sound fired into the deep quiet.
Drip
The sound
a tiny hammer
on the anvil of silence,
chipping away at the night.
Drip
An unwelcome guest,
insistent
monotonous
filling the vast emptiness
with its small, steady rhythm.
Drip
Each drop a moment passing,
marked by the sound
in the dark heart of the night
Resident warblers,
different species share
dedicated lookout,
for the cat beware --
they frolic about,
sally as children
wings splashing
refreshing Birder’s bath~
enters Lucifer,
the neighbor’s cuddly
clawing wrath --
The premise goes everyone knows
before entering the premises
while still outside yet on the mat
it's no gentleman who forgets
to doff his cap or remove his hat
if dining out or at a private party
for a particular person
it's impolite at most
to sip slurp or slink a drink
before the toast to a hospitable host
and when beside the table laden
confronted by the salsa bowl
biting then re-dipping chips
the most unmannerly of all
is he (or she) who double-dips
holy river's edge
cameramen flash,politicians
staged humility.
Minnie loves to skinny dip
She jumps in the lake with a flip
Pete hot in pursuit
He jumps in too
But hit a rock and broke his hip
Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not?
The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought.
To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle.
To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle.
The celestial royal purple lake
of my wandering soul's freedom,
in a luminous rowboat of dreams,
as the filled moon's fairest face
reflects the sun's benevolence.
As I dip the oars in stars,
slowly rowing, pondering,
on to where God wants me,
to commune with His
messenger angels,
as I dip the oars in stars.
A covenant with Him,
to pray for humanity-
as it roils on the earth,
and a healing of earth's nature,
O God I weep,
fleeting are the universe's
hours of passage,
yet, prayers for hope's
continuing, for peace,
as I dip the oars in stars. ~
" All the funny jokes are a bit smutty" :( ~~ The poet~~
Such a sunny day, yet the lake was mine, not a soul to be seen.
Too good to be true the place to myself quieter than it had ever been.
Leaving my clothes beside a small bush I decided to go for a swim.
But when I came back everything was gone, left only a hat with a torn brim.
No undies no sox not a thing to put on, I had to cover all with that hat.
On the way home, an old woman laughed, “Oh my goodness what is that?“
“Madam if you were a lady you wouldn’t laugh at the predicament I am at"
She replied “ Well if you were a gentleman you would tip your hat !’’
Orange sky, tropical balmy night
Sun sneaks down into the ocean
Taking a much-needed dip
Sliding in first with her feet
Unsatisfied, she eases herself down to her waist
The cool cold water feels delectable.
She slides down to her neck
Finally dunking her head, gracefully disappearing
Zippily, zippity, I slip down
the slippery dip slide.
Zippity-doo-dah, slippily-dippity-do!
Suddenly and nippily, tipping
backwards to quicken the pace.
Snappily, I whippingly
swish right off the end of the slide.
I launch into space,
Fly high in the air, arms wildly flaying
like a rocket man on steroids, screaming.
I land with an awfully
painful jolt, snap and thump.
Woefully my aplomb undone,
not so spryly or lightly,
right on my backside.
My favorite treat is a double dip
butternut pecan and caramel chip
cone or bowl or split,
I don’t give a whit!
so much better if you don't let it drip!
My fears and woes are washed away
As I bathe myself in moonlight
My naked skin held by the sea
Fills my heart with delight.
The sisterhood all here together
Praising Mother Earth
The love we hold within our souls
Fuels our monthly rebirth.
So as we all consider
What the new lunation brings
Manifesting our desires
And to give our new dreams wings.
chips n dip are good;
In winters grey sky ha;
not as good as tea.
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