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Charise Collects Puppies and Birds

Puppies and birds, they were Clarise’s go-to’s.
She always had her eyes out, she never did snooze.
Fishing them out of crevices, crannies and old boats.
She never brought home llamas, donkeys or goats.

Puppies and birds, she collected faster than most.
I have sixty-two robins, she said in way of a boast.
Her blue glasses were always full of dribbles of white.
These birds let down squirts on every one of their flights.

The puppies seemed happy, none were in cages or a pen.
I cannot open the door, she said, afraid I can’t let you in.
We didn’t want in there, but we liked seeing Clarise.
She has a keen sense of humor, and empathy, my little niece.

Anxiety The Monster

Anxiety consumes.
IT eats
And IT eats
devouring,
until the only substance left is drool.
A drool so cold and numb,
one could say IT hurts.
IT dribbles down the brain 
looking at memories,
looking at moments,
ripping them and moving to the next.
IT leaves IT'S exhausting trail while going back to IT'S hiding place. 
In the back of the mind IT sits, getting hungry. The anguish is almost addicting.
One more thought circles back and once again anxiety pounces,
always hungry,
always empty,
never satisfied.

Fears

Enveloping me in a cloudburst, 
my minacious blues held a funk.
Dribbles are now torrential,
a rainstorm in my brain.
Overactive mind,
l’m exhausted.
Let me go
right now
fears!

Of Trust and Money

     He’d done this hundreds of times
      Step up to the line and make two dimes*

    Small crowds, large crowds, no matter
       He sunk ‘em all, every record shattered     

    Three dribbles, a deep sigh
       Swish! Easy-as-pie ...

    How’d he miss with the title on the line
        ~ blinded by those dollar signs



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    *'Two dimes' is slang for two points; in this
      case, two free throws made.

Tint Of Orange

Ecstatic eye of night
thoughts tangled tangent
tint of orange moon
slivers were just hazy
incipient learned launch
as the querulous quirk
indented ingress idly
still desperate to capture
though less likely
lavishness connoting mood
human forest focal point
I dream in dribbles soppy
though never flagged yet
as  futile aspiration amid
hues strictly night bound
might benefit wistfully
when strident slumber
indigenous to townscape
has its muted rippled
riddle not tactfully
resolved due to blind
daylight  tinctured template
aroused by the clangour
of mint medley lure of
Arcadia circus dangle
of inchoate promise known
as crystal carrot jewellery
box whose flecks fly a riot
before the milling  cluster
who wantonly wonder
at collapsing fortress inside
whilst rugged resilience
that tower block of prime
revitalised  endeavour bent
on a fantasy forage with
disposition a pointless block
though underbody wobbles
if left without the widest
custodial watch of the self
one might be elated finally

Rain

Raining
Downpour Showers  
Slows Drizzles Sprinkles  
Misty Moisture Sticky Muggy
Splash Dribbles Droplets
Waterproved Spots 
Rainbow

Sartorial Self Portrait

Solid denim
torn at the knee
dark hues of cotton
comfortable as can be

tears from the loving
of horses' gentle pull
stains where
children's hearts were full

A hint of reds
purples and greys
eclectic and simple
depends on the day

Easy the flow
strong are the seams
a small touch of color
smell of lavender when cleaned

Fancy it's not
though dribbles of strife
wares of this wardrobe
express a simple life.

Raindrops 2

Lugubrious blue mood skies funereal  and morose shed raindrops,
they unleash tableau vivant torrent’s wet tranche,
blessing,  bane or boon from vault of heaven,
damp pearl blob  bewitching moisture mellow morph form, 
the stuff of less than benign grumpy weather grouch,
whose plight infuses yen for sun-drenched bliss,
haven of the ultra-violet swathe enthusiast,
for others raindrops are  a liquid gem relish firmament bequeathed,
to whet voracious craving of nascent pastures,
whose gaunt green blade emaciating stillborn,
that aqueous honey to hue-blazed floral  garden in situ bloomers,
who swallow cloudburst drizzle meed in muted slurps, 
droplet streak and spiral bubble patten on top hung awning window,
empyrean tear beads that roof top tap dance ritual,
so tantalising to the awestruck spellbound eardrum,
or impromptu downward dribbles on romantic saunterers,
prompting boisterous laughter as they flaunt their dome transparent chromium truss umbrella,
those enraptured red-blooded refugees beneath tilting gust spun bumbershoot,
as mud splatter cherry cheek urchins shriek,
amid the spray and splash globules at agile finger tips

Winter Knight Minichu

Through my chest, Winter slips
Her chill as a coat of arms;
Honed breathlessness—

The whitest of white; milky touch—
She has a warming heart's warning,
As the frost dribbles out of Her clutch.

Pass dark's storming
Snow angels by morning
Heavy ice flooring

Through my chest, Winter slips—
She has a warming heart's warning,
Heavy ice flooring.

Rainbow

If I were to look inside a rainbow
what sight would I find to astonish me?
Would there be a klatch of bright elves below
with brimming buckets and brushes in hand?

Would they giggle and sing as they painted
colors of the rainbow's mystic aura
with a linen drop cloth well-acquainted
with dribbles and leaks of the artist's stroke?

Would their casual conversation weave
tales of magic places and pots of gold
that a few unhappy humans believe
could be found to abolish all their woes?

I should like to think that the cheery elves
delight in creating rainbows of hope
to inspire mere mortals to love themselves
and rejoice in God's mysterious ways.

Rain Caress

Today is a drizzle day, 
The softest showers fall, 
A rain caress from the grey
clouds above does enthrall ~
Drench my heart, o gentle spray! 

A brush of love from on high, 
A sprinkling of raindrops, 
This light mizzle makes me sigh, 
as this trickle ne'er stops ~
Saturate my soul, dear sky! 

A tender stroke of warmth moist
dribbles down with levin*, 
Cool rains, my spirit they hoist, 
Blissful beads on my skin ~
Immerse me in joy unvoiced! 


*levin - lightning

The Silent Song of the Sighing Breeze

Your sigh indicates as though you are tired, sad, and worn out,
Yet, how lovely is your song, dear breeze, how melodious!
Flowing, with scent, from a source unknown to an unknown route,
You make paradise this world vast wide and commodious...!

An amalgamation of Piano, guitar, and flute,
Your silent song, like the gushing of waterfall burbles, 
In-depth music of saxophone, violin, harp, and lute,
Blends and mingles and dribbles with medicinal herbals...! 

Bathing in ponds and rivers and lakes and oceans and seas,
How immaculate is your breath that gives us existence;
Kissing, on your way, the little animals, birds, and bees,
How divinely you have blessed each one with persistence...! 

How caressing is your gentle, tender, and soft air stream!
To flow with you and merge with the universe is my dream...!!!

Seasons Awry

In summer we shatter into pieces of grief 
          In autumn we decay as a fallen leaf

Mizzling rain that dribbles down begrimed window pane
                    Binds me to the chain of an old memory lane

Making balance betwixt two way traffic of solace and pain
       like cold blooded amphibians and fishes that are tame

Sheperd that stands on the bridge betwixt life and death
     Playing flute with petrichor emanating through breath

Taste of green chillies burn,bloom of lillies bewilder
                 Come,as the new rainbow,as the rebuilder

     In winter we melt as white sheet of snow ,and disappear
 and again we condense like colourless water,and reappear

In spring we renew with heather, hopes and flowers
        to fly our kites high above clouds and showers

Written:05-06-2023

Screw O'Clock News

(Tucker’s Wet Dream!)

It seems ‘twenty-four/seven’ Republicans choose
to subject us, our nation to “Screw O’Clock News”
as if Truth’s all that exits their Trinity holes!
What they say is pure gold! You have doubts? Check the polls
that Fox scripts and then pays for (though fools do resist
who are closer to monkeys - most dark-skinned!) Sun-kissed
to pick cotton, from day’s dawn till dusk (if poor’s genes
chafe a bit, most are blessed by such labor). It means
they’ve served ‘Light’ (in a way!) For a ‘Darkie’ it’s play!

Yes, Tuck Carlson “hates” Trump (In his soul! Gosh! Who knew?)
though he puckers right up when Trump’s rump is in view
AND Tuck’s paycheck gets bump! Sure, Tuck smiles (swells with pride),
his tongue forked like a snake’s! Proof he’s on the “Right’s Side!”
The Conservative’s Mantra’s that taxes deserve
to be paid by the poor for they’ve less to conserve!)
Watch how wealth dribbles down! There’s more cotton to pick,
when the rich hoard their gold (the truth’s poor don’t get sick!)
Poor man’s liquid desert – faux gold trickle, not spurt!


Long Tooth
March 14th in 2023

Treacle

Sickly sickly treacle trickley
seeps on, mouldering down the crock.
Stickily sticky it steadily, trickily
keeps on for many a round of the clock.

I wonder I wonder if I would turn green
Should I gutsily plunder its festering urn,
Or should I desecrate such a picnic-y scene
If I’d gently expire or clamorously burn.

Quickly quickly treacle slickly
Drippily dribbles down onto the floor—
‘Fore I can supply my sick wonder
The trickley treacle has trickled off and is no more.

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