Greases Poems

The Postman

He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming one mass of
Earnestness in every breath of delivery.
“Hello,” he says, “your mail. Your package.”
My palm breathes harder, having neared his.
I sign the delivery paper and reach out for the
Package.
He is fussy with time and gets rewarded when
The Christmas bells chime slowly
From wintry belfries posting blandishments of
Yuletide.

Merry Christmas!

A bright coin rolls into his palms and greases them.

He welcomes titbits of news within crimson cards.
His lungs inhale airs of chaperoned champagnes
Amid the voice of canticles, soft and secret.

Foreign Policy Folly

The United States greases the slippery palm of Iran.
Who frolic in the frying pan with Hamas and Hezbollah. 
Whom vow to destroy Israel and the United States of America.
The United States provides Ammo and Camo to Israel. 
Who are at war with Hamas and Hezbollah.
This is the reason no country can trust us.

United States foreign policy is really about foreign folly.
The defense contractors and their pals on capitol thrill.
Will make billions and billions off the misery of citizens.
For sake of ratings the media puts coexistence on the spitz.
Scores of dark forces are wishing us, to the brink of oblivion.

Slow To Market

For hand cream, one extract is best,
but slow as a snail’s pace to test.
Just go to your garden
and beg for their pardon.
The gastropods? Somewhat depressed…


Rid wrinkles and loose skin with ease;
our essence has sailed the high seas.
If your skin entails
much flapping and flails,
we won’t hang you out in the breeze!

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If nothing else, I do amuse myself! Anaya’s comment on Fresh Sea Greases brought out ideas for two more skin care products, based on what was typed (‘sail extract’) and what was likely meant (’snail extract’), lol. There really are hand cremes with snail extract! Snails are gastropods. I haven’t seen any sail extract hand cream, but I haven’t looked that hard either!

Fresh Sea Greases

There’s a version that comes in an ointment,
but go sparingly on the anointment!
The calamari squid
set you back a few quid.
Ooh, those tentacles - no disappointment!

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H/T to Coming Up Roses by Rico Leffanta

Aw, Cmon Man

Aw, C’mon Man
Be honest With Me
(more idioms)
Composed: by Miracle Man
 4/12/2020

“Whatever greases your wagon” is fine with me,
but “don’t bite off more than you can chew”, first lick.
You may find things “harder than skinning a flea,”
or like “a poke in the eye with a sharp stick”

While you wish to appear “as tough as stewed skunk,”
your appearance to me is of “a sheep killing dog.”
You’re “all gurgle and no guts” thinking you're a hunk,
and think you’re as “handy as hip pockets on a hog.”

The coffee you drink “would raise a blister on a boot,”
and at paying time, “you’ve short arms and deep pockets.”
For the opinions of others “you don’t give a hoot,”
Your stature will probably “never rise like rockets.”

“You’re grinnin’ like a pig eatin’ persimmons” right now,
thinking “you’re finer than frog hair split four ways.”
You’ve never been inclined to “put your hand to the plow”
perhaps thinking “desires are nourished by delays?”

Fractured Nursery Rhymes

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Corruption was pretty heavy
The wool market well controlled
Black sheep was a union contributor
That's the story, or so I am told

One bale was sent to the secretary
One bale, his wife on the side
It was better to grease the bosses palms
than see his business slide

One bale was sent to the delegate 
The man who controlled the shop floor
His suppression on workers unrest and stuff
Allowed Blacks sales to soar

Money greases the wheels of Industry


William Hancock
24.Aug.2011
2227Z

Bribery

Bribery
By: miracle Man
3/14/2019

Most earthly Justice
Is money with a mask on
money greases palms

Plumber - Be Warned Its a Poop Poem

My toilet was blocked, what a bummer
I texted Curtis, he’s a plumber
He got out his long rod
Gave my blockage a prod
If lucky t’will be fixed by summer!

The plumber has read a food thesis
Why faeces aren’t falling to pieces
If you go the whole hog
You will poop a bog log
Our diets needs more oils and greases!

Occupation chosen Plumber
Limerick's poetry  Contest by Joseph May

syllable count 9.9.6.6.9 both poems 
checked with how many syllables

1/4/19

The Power of Positive Napping

An hour long nap right after lunch?	
I find it helps me quite a bunch!
When sleep is missed the night before,
It matters not if work or play,
A nap is balm to stress of day,
And this is not just metaphor!

A nap is like self-given hug,
That brings a smile back to your mug.
No, don’t discount its healing pow’r,
A servant to your ev’ry plan,
That greases all the wheels of man,
A nap, the hero of the hour!

My father first taught me this art,
Much sounder than dessert or fart,
It puts day’s burdens in their place!
God too took rest at end of week,
Rest is Holy! Hear Him speak!
(For from God’s rest poured Saving Grace.)

Brian Johnston
December 12, 2014

The Island's Sand

A decade here,
I smell the the fragrance of the dwelt air.

I am going to miss this refuge
Crying became a task, huge.

I wish not to
Though I wanted to.

For the happiness I found 
Had silenced my crying sound.

I wish to take this beauty
Which my eyes observed as a duty.

I wish to take the pure water
Which soothes and makes better.

I wish I take this soft sand
That greases hope on my hand.

My bid is to take a thing
That may read everything.

As I leave this hope full place
Just in case....just in case...

I need to remember
The land  that took me a member.

The ship is now leaving with a loud clamor
I relished the comfort of humor.

In my hand... I took the sand 
To rhyme my saving Island.

Haiku 8

lubed flesh marinates
ocean spray greases white flesh
sunbaked bodies steam

The Doors

they open and close at my will
they pull closed and shove open noisily
but i know better than that
i know who slams it
opens it
greases it 
fixes it

but i just dont want to hear it

The Good Ole Days

Families sat together when I was young
Ate popcorn had fun….
Around the coffee table we’ whine
Pass the chips gimme mine!
Black and white TV had just come to town
The neighbor had it, it was around.
But, oh the board games we’d play
Parcheesi, dominoes, monopoly!
We’d all sit on the floor on that mustard shag rug
My bratty little sister would get all the cat’s hugs.
The bowl of potato chips would be twixt Dad’s knees
And Mommy would ask to pass the bowl please.
Babe our dog would nose all the pieces
And the monopoly money would get covered with greases??
Boy, we’d laugh cause it always seemed
Baby brother would get thrown in jail, double-teamed.
Well, we never did get rich
But you know what’s funny?
I’d give anything…..
Anything for one more chance
At family…and that Monopoly money! 

Monopoly the Game of Life
D. Guzzi

Cutting Board

alizarin Crimson flesh on cold steel
yesterday’s fat greases the wheel

Mechanics

Bull crap

greases the cogs

The lies

spin the wheels

Misconceptions

never under appeal

Politicians

sucking us dry

Blood

spilled for glory and pride?

Money

runs dry

Freedoms

disappearing at the blink of an eye

Military jets

transgressing the blue sky

And the people

looking up wishing they could fly

Flying

away from their troubles and fears

Reaching

for the moon and stars near

Dieing

to be apart of something greater

Living

to appease an absent creator

Watching

another's life as if in a movie theater

Dreaming

how to be a better dreamer



Sweet dreams little dreamer

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