Never been to Norway
nor to Finland or Sweden
After all, my wife Eve and I
left the Garden of Eden
When Santa played poker with Grinch
He knew that if he gave an inch
The vile Grinch-like mind
Thinks one of a kind
A card hand that wins in a pinch
Though Santa was quick on his feet
None of his elves were deadbeat cheats
Grinch yelled, “Sakes alive
I win with a five.”
So Santa got up from his seat
And said, “Grinchy, though you’re my friend,
This card game has come to an end.
Coz no five of hearts,
Nor your lack of heart,
Are prized hands, even in pretend.”
Buddha meets ... that is strange,
Announce the meet ... strange the more,
Buddha meets ... not so strange,
Announce misquote ... Buddha just wrote,
Though history ... Buddha's story,
Timing bit off ... historians scoff,
What came first; egg or chicken ... what came post; begs a question,
Christmas or Buddha ... Buddha or Christmas,
It is neither ... here nor there,
Ergo ... Therefore,
Flip a coin, heads or tails ... make your choice, while coin sails,
A guess is a guess ... my best is my best,
Here goes nothing ... substance something,
Buddha crosses time ... Christmas line a Cross
Christmas Star o'er Bethlehem ... faraway came three wise men,
Buddha is pleased with Christmas sight ... Buddha's lifetime records and write,
The nativity scene ... Buddha cites how it beamed,
Joseph and Virgin Mary, and baby Jesus makes three all the same ... Buddha scrolls down parchment that indicate advent that coined Christs' name,
Idyllic pastoral scenes of shepherds and farm animals and three wise men bearing gifts from afar ... Buddha captures the highlights breaths exhale and inhale words repetitively transform plain and not Czar.
Judy’s catchy enthusiasm galvanized our pirate crew
so we set sail down the seven seas, ocean blue
yo-ho-ho- we sang loudly, merry and gay
other fearsome pirate ships moved out of our way
excitement permeated our mission, our spirits high
we kissed all our hardships, doubts and do nots goodbye
stirred up, we were filled with crazy amounts of joy and glee
ready to be as evil and mean as Simon La Gree
We are going to make our enemies walk the plank we sang
giving exuberant cheers, our enthusiasm as loud as a bang
we snarled and grouched, and fought over who would be chief
arguing all the way to the largest West Indies big reef
she had set our hearts afire, giving us confidence galore
We were still arguing about it, when we reached a sandy shore
in a very short time, our Judy was elected captain by a vote
I could not argue about it in this island, remote
Connor Constrictor
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Tutu Toucan
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Kami Chameleon
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
I've two computers I'd like to sell,
They're old, but they both still work very well.
They are Windows desktops, aka, a PC,
One browses with Firefox,
And one with IE.
I can't recall, now, which is which,
But as near as I can tell,
The latter's in the Acer,
And the former in the Dell.
hey ho
does an octopus know
how to juggle with eight cups and saucers
and the fish watching him
while the elephants swim
then he juggles with a turtle and tortoise
then ho hey
does the octopus say
I can do this all day round in circles
but an ache in my arm
in my arm, in my arm
and so on through all eight tentacles
so hey ho
let the octopus go
to bed nice and early with honey
to rest and recline
for a considerable time
so he doesn’t feel worn out and funny
ho hey
and a new octopus day
refreshed and all ready to juggle
so with cups and with saucers
a turtle and tortoise
but the elephant’s splash makes him struggle
hey hey
that’s not fair that’s not fair
so the octopus went somewhere quieter
where he practised a lot
and a lot more than not
and so now he’s a pro entertainer
Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery.
Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri.
Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly,
before its blustery countermand uplifts wholly.
Monotonous quarrel needs a quaff of arctic air,
an unquestioning brisk of maple burning its flare,
Like brandy, in quiescent afterglow’s flirtation,
ho hum’s quadrant equips me for intoxication.
I’ll not be a crone, with quaking bones, beneath a pad
of sunset quilt. I’ll be cold. I’ll brave it. I’ll go mad
with cacophonous joy, kick the crispy depth of leaves.
Removal of sequacious grin. Broad smile Fall retrieves.
I though soldiers are adorning their horses for eternity
for immortality for life for instance?
Nor nightmare nor stone nor chauvinism is anyhow the
world ever for glass or glee.
The world has never been in silence or pretence or
barren, each snow a blow, each touch a walk, each
neigh a lovely memory or remembrance, ah! filling the
earth with joy and bliss, blar, blar, blar, blar, blar, blar,.....?.
INSTALLISTA
enclosed
view
from within
found
or
readymade
projected
imaged
or
heard
in
spatial
everyday
reality
Oh, True Inspiration! Where have you been
Can't you see the abominable shape my poetry's in
Bring back the celebration, the excitation
the fascination, the transformations
Huh? Whuss that? You're on permanent vacation?
Oh, well. Ho-hum. Back to 'social justice agitation'
While aid to stop him may expire
Vlad's drooling for space to acquire
His lust to expand
Brings rust to fertile land
To this dictators aspire
There once was a girl you may know
They called her the “Holiday Ho”
Yes, she gets around
Though many have frowned
Especially that old, So and So
Old Santa, you know whom I mean
For him, there is no in-between
He shouts Ho-Ho-Ho
And she starts to glow
She’d love to be his Christmas queen
Yet, Santa is married you see
And Mrs, Claus won’t be a three
That “Holiday Ho“
Will just have to go
Perhaps Easter Bunny is free
Hyena the ringmaster with a hidey hidey ho
We gawkers love the enthusiasm that you always show
Your ways are loud and proud, but in no way overdone.
Proving to us circus folk that ring-mastering can be fun!
I saw them walking
She caught my eye
Turned to glance
When they walked by
She in spandex
That oh mi oh my
Said hey baby
Phat az you is
We could start rehersting
and make some kids
Her buster told me
Stepoff trick
Told him ole girl
Might let him (boop)
My (boop)
By the way I was talking
To your gal
You want some of dis
Give you summa fat
Here kitty kitty you ah
Sweet kitty cat
Told him
It's to late
You can't skate
By the way
I was talking to your date
To late
you can't skate
Stop gritting Mister
I gamin on your date
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