my dog is chewing up my bushes
cleaning his teeth
dragging healthy limbs off
I do not stop him
happy he is being entertained
even though my bush is being massacred
Cousin Blanche disclosed, explained, expressed and told.
Stories from the family’s past, many quite funny and old.
She hinted, insinuated, teased, and laughingly conveyed,
Mom said her lies were proof of her role as old maid.
We believed her tales, they delighted us so.
Whether or not they were true, we will never know.
S-cribe
H-appily
E-mploys
E-xcellent
N-ote's
A-crostic
M-essage
A-s
R-eader
I-s
E-ntertained
Topic: Birthday of Sheena Marie (February 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
He’s trying to decide what to do tonight.
Walk his loneliness around the neighborhood,
on a mental leash, so it won’t run around and
startle random strangers, wagging its tongue
like a tail.
Or stay in his little apartment and his head,
play conversational ping-pong with himself,
the TV like a boring fellow dinner guest you
have the misfortune to be seated next to.
Weighing the cons, because the two options
can’t muster a single pro between them.
In the end, as usual, that’s what he’ll end up
doing for the rest of the night.
Trying to decide.
When eve lingers and I'm alone, it's Netflix ...giving me showtime!
One-Liner monoku
Entertained While It Rained
Thought of writing poems have entertained;
What I did end up with and still remained
Total nonsense;
Did seem dense;
The presence of my poems others pained.
Jim Horn
Favorite Poets and Singers
My favorite poets are Frost, Rogers and Nash;
Singers always Baez, Kingston Trio and Cash;
To society a boon,
And always in tune;
Even Beethoven if I were to be rather brash.
Jim Horn
I said Lord give me Your guidance and direction,
And teach me way to get through each section
Of life and be sure to show me your special ways;
Never leaving my side while you are my guide;
Lord I never lied and with you do want to ride.
Touched it up a bit if you don't mind.
Terry Johnson
As Hollywood
Casts its rectangular light,
A lighthouse without rotation
That warns no-one
As our ships are bashed
Against the rocks,
Sharp, jagged rocks
Of protruding buttresses
And ledges
In our fall down the shaft
To the center of the earth
To Tartarus
We silently applaud
As we enjoy,
As we are moved,
As the swell of the surf
Under our wooden ship
Washes us
With deep and deathly undercurrents
To ultimate doom
Against the rocks,
The jagged rocks,
Of this world.
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