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Marlas Cat Turquoise

There was a plethora of magical cats in Marla’s magic hat.
She concealed two of them from the regular populace.
The naysayers, doubters, and the ones on the fence.
Knowing they could not handle Turquoise who was outrageous.

Turquoise is a tabby who materialized or rather transmogrified.
Appearing on a Saturday six years ago in June. She watched him do it.
Not only does he speak English, he speaks sailor, his words are blue.
Luckily, he is not fond of children, and hides when they are afoot.

Turquoise has a mini cat named Goofball who sits on his purple hat.
Goofball does not speak to Marla directly; Turquoise interprets.
Sometimes she wonders if he is making the gobbly gook up.
Turquoise acts as her muse, enticing her to do outrageous things.

Thanks to his influence, she has six tattoos, and her hair is two-toned.
She wears vintage steampunk clothes, and she takes no guff off anyone.
Marla was shy and dull before Turquoise arrived in her apartment.
She is outrageously outgoing now, grateful to him for her new journey.

DAILY GRATITUDE KINDNESS AND LOVE

Today I’m grateful for understanding 
how the ripples of love and kindness with their constant motion
works very similarly to the waves upon the ocean…

If I send love and kindness out with the tide…
heading toward the horizon…out across the sea….
when the tide returns there’s a gook chance
love and kindness will find their way back to me.

Cess-pit syncro'

Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government  helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!

political idiots

Much confusion by the angry rabble
Noisy voices, unheard gibberish babel
Turkeys in a gobbly gook central gabble
Political idiots who argue while they dabble

writing outside

Thesaurus sits waiting
ready for my direction
autumn feelings usurp it
fly buzzes by my left ear

dogs stare curiously at me
waiting for a signal
second fly lands on my right ankle
robins and wrens converse

their garbly gook sounds serious
we are all calm here
my dogs and I
loving the outdoors today

CATERPILLARS AND BABY LIZARDS

If I’m ever filled with dread…feelings of gloom and doom….
I look for new leaves on the trees…and flowers about to bloom.

I greet the stars up in the sky…watch the sun rise on a new day…
I stop and watch baby rabbits in the field as they play.

I listen to the baby birds in their nests…not quite ready to fly free…
I look out on the water and find baby dolphins in the sea.

This time of year in Florida…I like to walk real slow…
and greet the caterpillars and baby lizards everywhere I go.

Why is this important…because in the way it helps me cope.
It reminds me how Mother Nature has not lost her hope.

If she wasn’t filled with hope…if she was filled with gloom and doom
she wouldn’t encourage her trees to grow new leaves…
or invite her flowers to bloom.

She wouldn’t excite the birds to sing…
or inspire the stars to shine up in the sky…
and if Mother Nature places her hope in caterpillars and baby lizards
then, Gook Heavens, so will I.

Hook

Hook of book
Chook of cook
Rook of shook
Dook of look
Gook of took
Jook of nook
Wook of vook

Imran

I never bounced like freak
Never go up through trick

To complete poetic palazzo
I am the last completion brick

My tongue never gives anyone
Neither gook nor any prick

My verses fit to everyone's story
Everybody wants my poetry click

Imran is a name of humble
He never prouds on rhetoric

The Coolest Invention

For those of us whose lives are nearly complete
  Who can recall life before computer spreadsheets
I'd like to point out a most marvelous technical feat
  Which is, of course, the cool little button called 'Delete'

Remember those garish, round pink erasers with green brushes below
  That would smudge or tear your paper so into the trash it would go
And then when that 'miracle-liquid' 'White-out' came along
  It would turn your paper into gooey gook if you got anything wrong...

But now thanks to 'Delete,' it's almost fun to make a mistake
  Just press a button and it's gone; it's like having and eating your cake
So, to whomever's responsible for the 'Delete Button Revolution'
  Perhaps you'll put your mind to COVID and come up with a solution

Flapping My Gums

A wise old owl this duffer's become
Trying to appear brilliant, flapping his gums
At times what comes out
Gobbly gook creating doubt
Bout the power of the brain or am I just a bum

Just Write She Said

Just write she said. You can edit it later.
I open the notebook to a fresh page.
Throw words upside down and right side up.
They are pinging my brain with wild abandon.
I am drawing doodles now – stars, moons, flowers, trees.
Editing as I go, which may be wrong for others
But feels right for me.
None of us write in the same way.
I can pluck what I like later, 
Ignoring the gobbly gook around the edges
That encourages me to keep going.
I am drawing an elf now. His ears are abnormally large.
My muse rolls her eyes.
Glad to see me back, but not sure she wants me in control.
She is used to holding the reins on this runaway horse.
I stare at the squiggles and dots. 
Maybe a friend can help me read this later?

Pumpkin

Your sharpened tools slide
just deep enough to see
what truly lies inside

the seeds of life
amid the the muck
just looking for
that gentle touch

a gleam of soul
one could behold
thru thoughts and feels
and scented rush

those hands, so soft caress
the curves, the goo, the gook
oozing from a hidden nook

wet, you warm with charms
putting creative juices to test
upon the shell of this, your pumpkin
lighting a fire that burns, all night, inside

Without a Membrane

What’s a cell without its membrane?
A bulbous mass of uhck?
A strung-out sea that’s ever-expanding?
An ugly pile of gook?

Does it know where proteins go?
Are signals always mistook?
Do organelles discombobulate
And invaders overlook?

Can it feel? Can it fathom?
Does it know which way is up?
Is a formless blob of matter
Anything but gobbledygook?

Writing Crazy Today

Trying an experiment today.
Making myself type as fast as I can
Which is fast
I type 85 words a minute.
 
I do not think that fast, so some of this is gobbly gook.
Maybe all of it.
I do not care.
I have made a goal, and we are racing to accomplish it.
 
My muse is laughing.
This was probably her dumb idea.
Wait a second.
I just realized something.
 
My poems today are heart-felt,
Because I am so in touch with my feeling self,
When I fly through my mind and grab up anything there,
That I do not have time to be in any other mind frame.
 
This is an awesome way to write.
I may try it again someday.
When I am in this crazy mode.

Garlic Gook

It was 4:00am when I woke up 
To go fishing for some trout 
I packed my gear and tied some fly's 
before I headed out
 
When I got down to the river 
About a quarter after six 
All by myself, a perfect time 
To use my fishing tricks
 
I reached inside my vest 
And grabbed a little weight 
And I stuck it on my fishing line 
Twelve inches from my bait
 
Then I took a piece of orange thread 
And I tied it to my hook 
Then I scented it with my antidote 
Of garlic flavored gook
 
I caught a lot of fish today 
I must have caught about fifty 
So now you know my secret bait 
Use garlic gook, it's nifty!

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