In one’s towel bathroom things are not well
While there is nothing like towel
For the last part of a shower,
Filthy body back ‘Saved Flower…
Towels: hot cake after a bath
But if not handy no true wrath;
Wet body is dried by cool breeze,
Which does so but not quite with ease…
I’d splash warm water on towel
As a sponge for the sick bowel:
Does it matter that of Howell
Or of the respected Maxwell?
For a boxer’s cascading sweat;
What sometimes shows his blows were sweet,
A fresh one for the next round’s heat:
He must try to opponent beat…
When it hasn’t been a good scrub
Off would towel soapy fluid rub.
Categories:
hot cake, allusion, body, clothes, desire,
Form: Rhyme
We are eat’n fancy today
My feller and me
Parking in spot three
Feeling happy and gay
We put our app into “intake”
And quickly check in
Waiting for our sausage and hot cake
McDonald’s, a connoisseur win!
Categories:
hot cake, food, humorous,
Form: Free verse
A Distant Train Whistle
Everymorning’s Chores
A baby cries, a distant train whistle blows,
sounds of morning building momentum.
Bacon sizzles, plates clatter, knives
clink “tinilly” together, nostrils twitch
awakening recalcitrant sleepers.
Sunlight peeks through window slats,
slashes of yellow paint across the drabness
of “everymornings” chores. Boots stomp,
raising dust better left in the field,
children giggle, the coffee pot calls
cadence for a morning’s minuet. Partners
moving in smoothly choreographed
darts and dashes, hot cake shuffle,
coffee cup two step, maple syrup sidestep.
Breakfast, simple and hardy, you did not
carry it – it carried you - into the day.
Rumble of truck, honk of school bus,
good-byes, lunches, kisses, lingering
waves. Warming sunshine fills the room,
a baby cries, a distant train whistle blows.
John G. Lawless
2/29/2016
Categories:
hot cake, family, life, morning,
Form: Free verse
Melts in Minute
Have Ice cream? So nice dream!
Just bake hot cake.
Soft to bite
Wait a minute.
Choose two in one cone or cup
No, butter scotch
You favor
Dark choco bar.
Taste lemon tart. Ice cake to start?
Or muffin just
Chocolate nut
Delicious!
Categories:
hot cake, appreciation, food, funny, sweet,
Form: Tail-rhyme
nuthin no one can say
you know how to play
make my boby shake
my mind bake
your my hot cake
they me feel heavenly
BABY YOU PLEASE
ME
Categories:
hot cake, addiction, first love,
Form: Light Verse
it was a some fun
the dance run
some had big butt
you won't to touch
it made me bake like hot cake
watch them toot it
AND
SHAKE THERE BOOTY
Categories:
hot cake, adventure, art, happiness,
Form: Light Verse
My poems are like hot cake
Since none of them are fake
They give the world a shake
For the mistakes we make.
Categories:
hot cake, inspirational, life, peace,
Form: Monorhyme
First day at the college with my new car,
as I wanted to make it perfect.
Yes, dressed like a rock star.
You know! How choosy we really are..
As to our whole world, it does affect.
And I was nervous, standing along the girls with cigarette and cigar.
Then I met a boy, who lived very far.
A boy sweet enough, with a brain and intellect.
He made my day, as sweet as chocolate bar.
I had heard a lot of stories all bizarre.
About my seniors and what they object.
And like a hot cake, the stories spread in bazaar.
Then came a man with a scar.
I got intimidated and my voice trembled as I reflect.
But he was a nice man, who had just parked my car.
All my lectures were equal to tar.
And one teacher, was keen on destroying every object
By the third lecture, all I wanted was to run away like a jaguar
Once more I saw that sweet boy beside my car.
Yes, I think we had something to connect.
Now he is my best friend and we rock like an electric guitar.
Like superstars from America to Myanmar.
Categories:
hot cake, friendship, life, school, teensweet,
Form: Villanelle