By touching we feel, no real need to show
Let us sense our favourite thing
Dreaming sleeping a wish an awake so slow
Friends we keep close but why not a foe
God a pleasure, but still another king
Learn through life avoid trouble and woe
Shadows cast long and dark but avoid holy Joe
Be not like a worm the earth to cling
Love life, go overcome like a fresh wind to blow
There is a true life’s poetry as some do know
Lives turning around climbing an upswing
Grasping, releasing, knowing when to let go
All this thinking but what about the status quo
Going perhaps like an old wedding ring
Gentle a feeling a releasing a touch there a forego
Categories:
holy joe, life
Form: Villanelle
Going to an ocean death, denied worms
At the rear done, stern (yes naval terms)
Best a lower deck down, lowest how apt
Bully he’s gone; all free me now not trapped
Big man struck, stunned, with just a strong push
Time a plenty, calm, no panic, or need for hush
Powerful Propellers churning, all sound damped
No conscience felt, over there he goes, dumped
A Long way from land, body lost, if found decayed
Checked secret loathing the act must not be delayed
Denied opportunity and timing he didn’t go (perhaps)
Me me the cold blooded killer (a plan) so long ago
Long time ago a killer me I don’t think so!
Civilised citizen but no holy Joe!
Categories:
holy joe, imaginationme, me,
Form: Couplet
I had a computer virus, I thought you might like to know.
Not one which makes the computer run real slow.
It completely closed me out of where I wanted to go.
The intruder’s name was "fake antivirus" just for show.
I called my security provider and told them of my woe.
Knowing they would be glad to give me help from a pro.
When the lady finished talking all I could say was “whoa”,
to the help offered for “only” one hundred dollars quid pro quo.
When I respectfully declined, I was told their help I could forego.
By freely downloading a tool, from their website, duh, hello.
After cruising the information given, my face was all aglow.
All I had to do was click on the virus list found down below.
The file went to my computer and read all from head to toe.
When it finished the beast was gone, all I thought was “holy joe”.
May 27 2010 For Carolyn's "Monorhyme" contest
Categories:
holy joe, lifecomputer, me,
Form: Monorhyme
Now one of Guy's children croaked.
A mucous filled his little lung,
that griped his chest until he choked,
from phlegm he could not expunge.
It choked the breath right out of him.
Well, guinea Guy had no dough,
he took him to a holy joe,
a slick white collored mick named Jim.
From the tower of his pulpit,
he said the father was unfit
and that his son went straight to hell
because he was an infidel.
But, if he had a little grass,
he'd bless his little guinea ass,
to save the child from hades door,
and this he said he would assure.
This Guy, he was a little slow
and English was his second tongue.
So when the thought began to glow,
its then that Gut became unstrung.
No one has seen the slick mick, Jim
since the guinea Guy met with him.
Then on that day, Guy dug a grave
to ten his little guinea waif.
Categories:
holy joe, allegory
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Now one of Guy's children croaked.
A mucous filled his little lung,
that griped his chest until he choked,
from phlegm he could not expunge.
It choked the breath right out of him.
Well, guinea Guy had no dough,
he took him to a holy joe,
a slick white collored mick named Jim.
From the tower of his pulpit,
he said the father was unfit
and that his son went straight to hell
because he was an infidel.
But, if he had a little grass,
he'd bless his little guinea ass,
to save the child from hades door,
and this he said he would assure.
This Guy, he was a little slow
and English was his second tongue.
So when the thought began to glow,
its then that Gut became unstrung.
No one has seen the slick mick, Jim
since the guinea Guy met with him.
Then on that day, Guy dug a grave
to ten his little guinea waif.
Categories:
holy joe, allegory
Form: Iambic Pentameter
What’s his name? What’s his name?
I don’t know, I don’t know
Let me go, let me go
What’s his name?
Who Jim Crow, Joe Blow or John Doe,
Why do you ask me so, I don’t know?
Why do you hold me in this beau?
Even so, why you ask me something I don’t know?
Whoa holy Joe, I don’t know, no James Monroe.
Furthermo, I didn’t know he was in a picture show
With Little Joe and Little Big Toe!
Even so I didn’t know he was a tennis pro
Now on skid row and his wife working a strip show
I didn’t know!
So you gonna let me go?
Whoa, why you hit me in the stomach below
And caused my knees to hit the floor
Watch it bro, don’t hit me no mo
If you hit me again below, here’s how its gonna go
Like quid pro quo I’m lay low and sneak up on you like a
UFO stopping your show with a glide of an unexpected blow
Across the thing that help you go!
Then I’ll take an arrow and shoot you in every toe,
Just like a woman during her menstrual flow
You’re not gonna know what hit you bro
It will be like a hammer blow from your
Head to your toe
And this is what will happen if you don’t let me go!
Hello
Categories:
holy joe, confusion, funny, imagination, me,
Form: Free verse