Come sit upon my deck, it is covered
with birdsong; bedecked in peace.
Come tarry; let me pour a warm beverage
of chocolate, tea or coffee. Listen
to the tweets, twitters, bird-sweets.
Come sit close, listen to nothing at all,
but the peace between two friends.
We will wait, we will watch for a.m. deer.
Quietly, we sit, side by side, as the sun
gives rise, reveling in God’s mercy -
day by day, with Summer bare feet,
sound mind, promise of newness.
Come sit, as friends do, then eventually,
their lips part with a passing remark.
Nothing cool or wise, just a soothing tone,
that lets the silent world know there’s life.
Quietude trains, it is painted with rain
and wildlife. Come, as the cool of morning,
touches a heart of flesh and pink pyjamas.
Come, as I sip my two-serving cup of peace
and quiet, whistles, hooting, no hollering.
There’s an occasional chirp, rarely a deer.
Here’s hoping. Yesterday, I spied one alone,
who hid behind a tree, momentarily, though
it did not see me. Come, I say, come. I watch.
We’d watch, or talk, or both. Perhaps, I’ve said
too much. Let’s listen, as my skin steams,
from my guzzled caffeine. Birds dance before me.
Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
The Who’s were all gathered one Thanksgiving day.
Their little brains pondered what games they might play.
They’d already feasted so royally that
they couldn’t stand up from the place where they sat.
They’d hobgoblin-gobbled their fish with no break
when they pigged out on pork and a juicy beast steak.
On Yorkshire pudding so puffy and yummy
they soaked up their gravy and filled up their tummy.
They tore into trifle. Someone blew a raspberry!
Toffee pudding so sticky made each Who so merry.
They guzzled mulled wine - those Who over-eaters.
Oh how they guzzled those big wine-filled liters.
They’d wanted to think up fun games, but each Who,
by the time they stopped feasting, could not a thing do!
Their tooting and pooting turned into their game,
and I’m thankful no Who in that room lit a flame!
I’m filled with this feeling of dread
now I see what’s been created.
Through doubt now regenerated
Freddy’s not dead, Freddy’s not dead.
It’s hearing the crash on repeat,
stuck inside the fire’s smoke and heat.
Saved from becoming so much meat
dream skills defeat, dream skills defeat.
Able woman maintains power
‘til her arm’s sliced with a glower.
Anguish is raised even higher
the wrongful hour, the wrongful hour.
Should never have laid down in bed,
should have guzzled coffee instead.
I’m filled with this feeling of dread
Freddy’s not dead, Freddy’s not dead.
Miss piglet is at it again,
her blonde wigs, here we go,
her jealousy it always shows.
Her clothes are tight,
her lashes are glued,
she loves to fight and throwing her shoes.
Her claim to fame was loving a frog,
he thought she was crazy,
and away he dodged.
She loved her bon, bons
she guzzled her liquor,
her piggy temper flowed even quicker.
Her oinks and squeals,
her high heels,
her red lips and long piggy tail.
She always blamed him,
he was always wrong,
I somehow felt sorry for that poor little frog.
"ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, and an oink or two"
INDELIBLE
They waft across the ocean top as loose and separate notions leaving naught but hollow caverns where my intellect once dwelled.
I set them free with Spring's crisp breeze the day I guzzled potion
Now they meld into the casserole and join waves as they swell.
You hand picked Mother Nature's best for which I'm honoured, touched and blessed. You ground these down into a pulp. Mixed in some juice. Told me to gulp.
My faith in you spans far beyond words.
You have my back. I have been heard.
The demons and that thick dark muck flung from my mind.
My soul now finds the peace I've longed for night and day.
Five decades now on knees I prayed.
Today my prayers, hopes, dreams, desires create a self I can admire.
Your essence most remarkable awoke in me an indelible respect for who I have become.
A pride in battles fought and won that never stole the breath of day for your words, etched, remain in play.
Charlie the cowboy got a fright,
when aliens started a fight.
He prepared to save the town's plight,
before the day turned into night.
Guns by his side, rode into town,
ready to battle till sundown.
Saw the sheriff dressed as a clown
and his deputy in a gown!
In shock, asked "what's going on here?"
"Wave the white flag and bring some cheer,
because we've drank far too much beer."
Adding, "we'll get drunk without fear!"
The 'E.T's seemed a bit puzzled,
but drank till the wine was guzzled!
There was once an old boozer named Dale
Who guzzled copious pints of ale
Although he tried his best
He flunked the road-side test
And was remanded sans bail to jail
Gunga Din can have his gin…
Old King Tut his beer, but
I’ll rely on the sparkling wine.
Just a bit before dinner, imbibe…
just enough to create a sigh…
a cabernet sip for the heart…
My purple-tinted glass is high;
I fill it nowhere near the brim -
halfway between a half
and quarter to five.
I can do without a glass,
but what kind of class
to drink straight from the bottle…
Dear Dad, on my wedding day,
did just that thing…do you think
he brought his game, when
he guzzled half the bottle
as the champagne flowed
like the Trevi Fountain. My spouse
stole my papa’s heart…not good enough
for his daughter…too soon.
So we drink to forget
or we forget to drink.
We’ve all become forgetful,
forgiving the unforgivable,
having relationships with frenemies.
Do I sound like I’ve been drinking.
I’m not…just poetically speaking
I’m drunk with words, with laughter,
with memories, with excitement,
with friends (that last, even through
this supercalifragilisticexpialidocious* sup)
5/25/2025
*name of song in original Mary Poppins movie
Hiccups of music,
over and over again;
It's hard to swallow
a little more of the same;
Oxygen's needed to think;
A sound to expand
every thought from deep within;
You just hold your breath
until you're a shade of blue
dying to hear something real;
Fresh water guzzled
while your lungs can't take in air;
Drown deep and exhale;
In your ear a clean rhythm,
you wade past shallow breathing.
When Johnny guzzled three ice-cold beers
There dawned on him a feeling of fear
He fled, but he couldn't hide
Crossed a river a mile wide
Burned out his motor ~ all in first gear
Here lie the bones of our dear poodle ~
He guzzled too much apple strudel!
25.04.2022
A Brian Strand Standard Choice Poetry Contest
sponsor -Brian Strand
I had a dream to dissolve my body
Into harmony and song.
Not to be appraised course or consequence,
But the ecstasy for which I long.
I’d seen sparks pique, however, now they taunt
Ere each breath, each glare guts me.
I’ve been left to wonder, will passion pass,
Or will destiny cage the free?
Physical facades that guzzled my breath—
I loathed am’rous transactions—
Abandoned me gasping, grasping for air.
Throttled, I lay in satisfaction.
For today I gazed on as swarms of flies
Amassed stale, dead to the floor
Induced, I grin, inhale seriatim
Plaguing every lung, every pore.
For salt and terror could never hatch wood,
And doors are never undone.
Time festered and birthed a derisive spring
Which befell the immolated sun.
A wayward lad, Jed's fate to be
Spots trouble with cold-blooded eye
For right from wrong he does not see
It's funny you should ask me why...
Jed's parents of a pedigree
They bought their son the finest things
Two doctors of neurology
A nanny hired, their jobs had wings
So at age eight, he hit a friend
He used cuss words ere he was nine
Jed stole a bike when he was ten
By then he smoked, and guzzled wine
No mystery, this Jed to me
When Mom and Dad, he'd never see
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
McGee sat in the corner of the local pub
With a puzzle laid out on a table
He had worked on it, fitting the pieces
When he had time and was able
Tonight was the night and it happened like this
That McGee was to realize his goal
He stood up and cheered so all there could hear
As he pushed the last piece in the hole
"I've done it" He said, and lifted his glass
To guzzled the rest of his beer
And paused for a sec, to challenge the mob
To attempt what he had accomplished right there!
Silents ensued for a moment or two
'Till an Englishman said in a heat
"It looks Like a hundred pieces or so,
How long did it take to complete"
"Two month ten days" McGee proudly boasted
The man spied the puzzle and said
"It should have only taken a week"
Then sat down shaking his head
"Two months ten days" Repeated McGee
As if he had won the World Cup
Then held up the box read what it said
"Right here it says 2yrs and up"!
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