I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.
Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun daytrip,
paying punters paid to ogle and see,
the ever-rousing Mrs. Möbius strip.
Do the leaves of our cups also turn yellow ?
The rooms of green grass collect cobwebs
From the Kafkaesque vermin, fly away cuckoos
Questions galore in the river's tide and ebb
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September 5, 2025
In Nutty Dreams, a world so grand,
A sweet escape, a nutty land.
Nuts Galore, a vision bright,
An ocean nutty, cool and light.
I long to plunge, with joyous cheer,
Into its depths, dispelling fear.
A salty splash, a nutty dash,
In this sweet realm, I'll make a dash.
Oh, peanut butter, smooth and gold,
A nutty story to unfold.
A creamy balm, a sweet delight,
To slather, spread, both day and night.
My nutty sphere, a world so dear,
Where every moment, crystal clear.
Cashews gleam, pecans so brown,
Almonds dance, all over town.
A crunchy sound, a nutty bliss,
Walnuts and hazelnuts, a gentle kiss.
In nutty realms, where joy resides,
A vast kingdom, where laughter glides.
This nutty feast, a pure delight,
Where dreams forever take their flight.
A nutty queen, in this sweet space,
My nutty home, a happy place.
So let me dream, this nutty scene,
A paradise, a nutty queen.
In this sweet world, I'll roam with glee,
Nuts galore, eternally.
2015
Babies galore, I tell my baby,
my youngest,
who’ve met these birthing-cousins.
Bouncing babies born
on the same day.
A boy, a girl - twinsies
and many miles away,
another boy - oh the joy!
My daughter says but
it’s been a sad day, Mom.
I ask her why, fearing
one of her in-laws,
something with the kids…
She says that Tina Turner died today.
I smile: Honey, that doesn’t trump the family news.
Babies galore. Oh the joy…the joy…joining in
for the generations spinning out.
May God abundantly bless these bundles
of swaddled happiness! May they be dressed
in white-out apparel - be the very best humans.
and as Tina would belt out, as she passed
by the freshly powdered…surely she showered
the newbies with:
You’re simply the best
Better than all the rest*
Rest in peace, Tina!
Welcome Cousins!
5/25/2023
*songwriters: Holly Knight, Mike Chapman
Vicuna, Vicuna
Oh fabricotio
Oh fabrication
The secret of
success
Is in the customers
eyes
Bragging of both
Stock and animal
Crystal Velvet
What Gods Wear
Elegant and fabulous
This is what God
wanted man to wear
Fabric, Fabric, Fabric!
Galour, commentated
Cause of it's exquisiteness.
Vicuna, Vicuna
Oh fabricotio
Oh fabrication
The secret of
success
Is in the customers
eyes
Bragging of both
Stock and animal
Crystal Velvet
What Gods Wear
Elegant and fabulous
This is what God
wanted man to wear
Fabric, Fabric, Fabric!
Galour, commentated
Cause of it's exquisiteness.
Giggles galore sounds like a stripper I knew
Whatta bod she possessed, with attributes beaucoup
When she went for a stroll
The spotlight she stole
Thousands upon thousands would play their kazoos
Jiggles Galore, name of a stripper I once knew
Whatta bod she possessed, attributes beaucoup
When she went for a stroll
The spotlight she stole
Thousands upon thousands would play their kazoos<>
Giggles Galore, sounds like a stripper I knew
Whatta bod she possessed, with attributes beaucoup
When she went for a stroll
The spotlight she stole
Thousands upon thousands would play their kazoos
enigmatic qualities
captured
in one intimate
moment
across the years
faces
tantalise
conceive
perceive
intimate
moments
interplayed
between
our
eyes
Shoes Galore
What can I say?
Shoes make the personality of the day
Some red, white
Multicolored and bright
Or black and elegantly mysterious
Just for the night
The travels that take are near and far
Boston, Newport, Biloxi and more
Some are high
Some are low
Many different fashions just raring to go
Shoes shout out look at me!
Buy me!
Styling in shoes
Is the way to be
Once removed, their life fades away
And patiently that await
Wear another day!
QUESTIONS GALORE
Who asked you to suppress your dream?
When did you happily relish an ice-cream?
What inhibited you from flying high?
Why did you let yourself sink and sigh?
Where did you hide your beautiful smile?
Which chosen paths weren't worthwhile?
How can you let yourself to compromise?
Life is so short, didn't you realize?
by:Anulaxmi Nayak, 24th Nov 2020
All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch
(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)
Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are
somehow more near
and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me
wish
that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!
and everywhere above, each hopeful star
gleamed down
and seemed to speak of times before
when you clasped my small glad hand
in your wise paw
and taught me heaven, omen, meteor ...
Keywords/Tags: family, grandfather, grandparents, grandchild, grandson, teacher, mentor, example, guide, guidance, guru, sage, wise man, instructor, model, archetype
Folklore being our culture
Heritage and traditional couture
Gets limited by its geography
Never flies out of its topography
When it is translated globally
And interlocked mutually
Local language just goes global
When translated by English Royal
Let's translate all local lore
To take it to the global galore
October Sun, Gifts Bright Colors Galore
Remember Spring's green now passed away,
Its soft-laid flowers in meadows that thrill;
Cascading upon views of distant hills,
New life, Nature's power holding sway.
God blessed summer, with rays that bright shine,
We our days oft found lounging at the beach;
Far away from work, our phones out of reach,
Basking in warmth, thinking life is so fine.
October sun, gifts cool, colors galore,
Splashes of splendor, an artist's delight
And its gasping moon, sweet romancing nights
Leaving our thankful souls, begging for more!
October 27, 2019
OCTOBER SUN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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