Knock knock.. us all in a state of shock
Facing racing against a time bomb clock
Tick tock our great leaders in the dock
Should and could have got more stock
Too late fate due to Hormuz strait block
Missiles rock Iran but they clock their glock
As Kiwi folks to the petrol pumps do flock
Knowing we're going to be seriously in hock
Must mock Luxon & Willis with their crock
In their mouths forcefully placing that sock
Throw away the keys after turning the lock
I am going to fly until I cannot fly any more
In a wink she was gone, my cousin Lenore
She was an expert at brooming and it was her turn
I heard years later that she broke her neck in a giant gray urn
Apparently, her landing was not the best that fall
Luckily, she was in Iowa City, with a surgeon with gall
Named Dr. Kawasaki, he was brilliant with a broken neck.
She flew back in after surgery, and we all ran to inspect….
Yes, she was healing well, the result of a miraculous doc.
Now I have to raise money, she said, to get my broom out of hock.
It seems she had to pay a bit of the enormous expense.
University of Iowa Hospitals requires dollars, not cents.
There once a man from The Rock
He brought me a gift of ham hock
Valentine's Day
Sadly, I say
When I cooked collards, he was in shock
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
Lace an ornate pearl necklace around throat.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
A snake with slinky-bones, writhing, not slack,
And fangs of gold - they’re not nearly a threat.
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
Those pearly teeth squeeze, kiss with velvet peck;
Constricts like a boa with bruised forget.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
Let down your gargoyle guard, for not a sec.
Why’d you set paper mâché, were you provoked?
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
Spectacular species, like grunting hock,
And won’t even say boo, like bully ghost.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
Unconscionable, a solid train wreck;
Ancestors and posterity revolt.
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
Moshpit Romance
two lovebird nerds
By:Bird's Eye View
The Peasant and Turkey
The horse and the Cow
churk and ah gimerro
Aurelius sow these seeds for me
in this rich Rio River mud
Aurelius
Amadeu
Rio Grande Mud
to grow his
Yamaa Spinach,and
Brassicaceae
Aurelius pick my greens
and rename my brassicaceae
to watercress
in the rich thick muds of
the Rio Grande!
Proxima Centauri,
Alpha Centauri A,
Alpha Centauri B,
Barnard's Star,
and Wolf 358
are the closest stars to
earth 56 miles above the earth
is an atmosphere
but down here
this river mud
shall grow my kale!
Hock ah me
inna pot
salt to taste
some peppers hot
hickory seasoned
A gimerro is an animal
born of a horse and a cow
come on ya'll stop horsing around
plant my spinach in that
ole rio grande mud!
Duitar Sounds:
gimerro un churk
rico barro del rio rio
Yamaa Spinach
from Japan is most
exspensive green in
the world!
Saddle Oil
and a great saddle
never mind the price
of a great beefy Saddlesteak!
My anger grips my heart with hands of ice;
Cold fury makes my brow burn and perspire.
The things of value, things that have no price
Are being trashed and thrown into the fire.
False promises are being made by liars
Who know full well they set out to deceive,
To drag those who speak sense into the mire,
While persecuting those who still believe
That history is not a leaking sieve,
That some things are still solid as the rock
Of ages that we cannot, must not, leave
Or we will put our legacy in hock.
A mountainside is more than just one stone;
Show me, mountain, that I’m not alone.
Thoughts, they float on rivers,
they roam anywhere at all,
a joyful heart has risen,
invitation from the dawn,
misty eye reflection caught,
on early morning camera,
picture this upon a bridge,
today I dream waterfalls,
lucid skyline mental prompt,
motive in the dna,
my smartphone wake-up,
idle day on pushcart,
learning to relax a while,
entering a strange carnival,
droll oppidan bounceback,
applied to lax sojourn,
my mind has cache,
in hock to laissez-faire,
awestruck flamboyant spot,
indulging every reverie throughout
As the heavy droplets of rain fell on the path,
I could do nothing but laugh.
It amused me to see the tiny ants, scatter.
As one after the other wondered what was the matter.
They scurried along over grass blade and rock.
One blindly followed another quite ad-hock.
Running in all directions quite helter-skelter.
Until finally the dear little things found some shelter.
I had been watching so intently I didn’t see.
A storm had emerged, and rain was falling heavily.
That rain was quite more than a light shower.
Now I must seek shelter doing all in my power.
'Dinner won't be long, Dear.'
Burt puffed up his pillows and squeezed one out.
'Better wash your hands, now'.
The armchair smothered his glee.
Wallaby faggots,
Brown rice juices,
Lentils,
Barley and rye.
Jumbo morels,
Whatever she sells,
Liquid fish stock,
Brussels and hock,
Tranches of offal from Thebes!
Chilly jam and
Fruity brown sauce.
Round and round
The rotten rump,
The rancid ratchet rasped.
'It must've been that onion jus',
Was all that I could gasp.
Round and round
The rotten rump,
The rancid ratchet rasped.
'It must've been that onion jus',
Was all that I could gasp.
Written: November 07, 2023
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Am I condoning a state of affluence?
In recent desultory decadence
Have I drawn a swan dive of choice?
Don't you hear your mom clamoring?
Don't you grasp her voice?
Backward between and beyond riverstone?
Holler—herald hidden phylum, hunt voice
of failed fulfillments
The hind hock hoof is hermitic.
With any accismus to anthropomorphize beasts
Winter wolf moon wakes up her litter
for sustenance, the man in me would slaughter
the wolf.
Tracks—that permeate darkness
their compulsory murder. Everyone needs
a meal
drifted and whistled from hair to heel,
things outside seem odd, ghostly, surreal.
Amid snow—hooves slowed to soak in
across the waves—why my soul seeped
a sailor has been seen dozing off
whilst the riverside weeps
trust—my footprints feature
fear—cynicism.
The gentleman turned to me distraught;
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing,
“Had to park my wheels, can’t pay my bills.”
Another victim of a repeating pattern,
back to our old ways we learned nothing;
Imagine briefly if the drivers weren’t there;
Systematic financial slaughter
unable to keep their trucks moving;
Left in hock those holding a CDL license;
Sure the highways would be luxurious,
no slow down to get where you’re going;
Empty roads with markets left out of stock;
Traffic in the big city’s non existent;
Society has become weak and lies dying
as tractor trailers fill up salvage lots;
The big picture is a whole lot darker,
A slow crawl as the world’s stalling;
Humanity decimated by a truck famine.
She pawned her ring
went into hock
Sold her long hair
went into shock
Took to the streets
with naught to eat
Just a smidgen of dope
and a cup of hope
Tried to beg
took in a few bucks
Injured her leg
cried, 'This really sucks'
Do you know this poor soul
She's rather pretty, not very old
A decent gal, she fell through the cracks
of a godless world, where the 'haves' talk smack
vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views
shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen
juggling with eye-catching
candle-, duck-, and ten-, pins
off the bowler skids in aerial suspension
abracadabra handlers saw their guests -
half of them enjoyed their shows
hats and canes spinning, shoes tapping
all the old variety - hosts rolling eyes
acrobats rose above them all -
the fall guys, the masters of the skies
Marx, Burns, Allen, Fields, Benny
broke their audience records
showcase of holidays and war
in time with comedy and lyrics
The good old daze
replaced by supersonic, telephonic-cell
(the farmer in the dell throws down his pitchfork
to watch)
to hock back the latest, greatest craze
of series, not to purge, but to binge
staying carefully away from Burnett, Sonny and Cher,
Donny and Marie, and Ed.
drooping eyes spring glasses,
a glass of red or white…
elsewhere, the hypothalamus of the kids,
impacted by Squiddy, Stampy and CaptainSparklez
5/25/2023
Someone hurt monster's feelings, so he decided to eat.
He ate a toaster, cord and all, quite a great treat.
Devoured a couple of chickens, one with two crooked feet.
Slathered up a bowl of gravy with carrots and one beat.
Monster was still sad, so he ate a 1956 Chevy car seat.
A Wal-mart greeter who forgot to greet,
a sheep without a voice, a pathetic feat.
A fleecy comforter, and a worn out old bed sheet.
Still felt hurt, so he decided to add a yellow parakeet.
The parakeet squawked, so he let it fly up the street.
Someone gave him a ham hock, so now he had some meat.
He is still upset, so he continues to eat….
A young kangaroo pickpocket
Got nabbed when she tried to hock it
But Joey saw
Sex in the raw
And damned if he did not cock it!
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