A guy with a Golden, a Teddy, a Pearl
A Tucker, a Marley, a Bailey, an Earl
A Samson, a Buddy, a buddy for life
Sometimes there’s a Golden instead of a wife!
A Todd or a Taylor, a Radar, a Max
A Molly, an Archie, a Bella, a Jax
A Kayla, a Sophie, a Luna, a Rod
A Golden believer would not find that odd
A guy with a Golden, no matter the name
Retrievers are always and simply the same
A bundle of loving, all fluffed up in fur
No matter the pronoun, a him or a her
A Monte, a Hudson, a Cooper, a Bear
A Chance or a Boomer, a Patch or a Claire
A Chrissy, a Lucky, so lucky to know
A Golden Retriever, the best in my show
The brain beams like the brightest light,
once to the left then once to the right;
Unlimited storage for all those silly facts
like a big box of endless toys and jax;
Once to the left then once to the right;
Water is brain glue time can’t sever;
Memories fade new ones stick together;
You can always make them come alive,
in your head there’s a zombie like archive;
Once to the left then once to the right;
With the hint of a song, taste, or smell
your brain will ping pong you a story to tell;
Playing games will make your mind strong,
Ping pong ping pong all day long;
Once to the left then once to the right
the brain beams like the brightest light.
I made a birthday wish one night
while blowing out my candles' light.
I wished my dad would let me get
a dog to keep as my own pet.
I looked for four-leaf clovers too
in hopes my wish would then come true.
On first stars of each night I made
the same wish, and of course I prayed!
The Christmas after I turned eight,
no longer did I have to wait,
for not just one or two, but THREE
cute dogs I saw beneath the tree.
it was a very big surprise.
I hardly could believe my eyes.
All of my wishing brought to me
three dogs named Billy, Jax, and Lee.
THE HIJACKER WHO WAS HIJACKED
The mission is the pursuit of Caicedo,
the race has been on since the January set-go,
keepin' the paparazzis tongue in closed bridle.
Call Liverpool Big Jax of the Jungle,
and Chelsea, Richie, with cash in bundle.
Hijacking isn't alien in the round leather game,
though the salty feeling of the victim isn't the same,
the aftermath stain is what the media will frame.
Swung-in to hijack 3 month labour of Chelsea,
the American Clearlake tycoons 're never at sea
as they hijacked Liverpool’s hijack attempt for Caicedo,
and Lavia to punish 'em & their transfer window.
Served hot by Chelsea, that makes it two hijacks,
breaking the heart of Liverpool the Big Jax.
The hijacked ends-up as the hijacker in a twinkler
as Chelsea hijacked the hijack of the hijacker.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Form: Quatern/Rhymes
Copyright ©? August 14th, 2023.
Uncle Sal is usually and forever absent or late.
He always brings someone interesting as a new date.
His latest turquoise haired lady is decorated up to the max.
I think she is a hooker, said our cynical Uncle Jax.
Hooker or not, she is a looker, said Great Grandma Lee.
I like it when Sal brings in someone pretty to see.
Sal is her boy, her joy, her light her love, her youngest baby.
We know better than to say something mean about him to Grandma Lee.
Papers super Doc
Cared out, by the system
Clockless but stand proud.
After Dinner
David J Walker
I can still hear the clanking of
Silverware and ceramic dishes after dinner
As the sink filled with hot water
Clearing, washing, and drying
The suds of Ivory Liquid dishwashing soap
Guaranteed to help keep that Youthful Glow
Of our young hands
The small AM radio in the window tuned
To the Top-40 on KOMA
Me watching as my sisters engaged in
A quick game of Jax
On the waxed linoleum kitchen floor
Looking out the door into the living room
We could see the glow of the TV set
And the end of our fathers lit cigarette
The grey smoke filling the air
Mom laughing at something funny
Barny Fife said to Andy in a
Black & White comedy about
Small town life in the 60s’
After dinner and the dishes were done
We finished our homework
(Continued from The Devil Boy Part One)
Upon his back Mercy rides
into the blackness they fly
Demon or not his black heart bleeds
he's fallen for Mercy and with her he flees
She whispers softly into his ear
what is your name my boy demon dear
Back into the village a mother wails
the demon escapes their search fails
Church bells chime and souls weep
Mercy perished into the night's deep
In a realm of softness and grays
the boy demon finds love and is amazed
Mercy falls asleep in the devils arms
only she knows his charms
She saw her soul in his eyes of blue
still Jax is to common for a devil like you
Females could'nt escape my pain
If she be the one who caused that
well let's say it's because I'm all bad
Not black but an Odyssey
Bouncing back in white noise
Count the scars now a Star shines
A speaker combines the tools
that be boost in my jets
Jax now be falling down in Airstrikes
I swear that girl there is airtight
As awesome as i say you're the perfect shape girl
And your face
Let's just say that God gave you someting to touch my mind with
To make me smile
Just to always be a vision I keep alive here
3 Angels surrounding us when we're together
Always available on a Godline
stay in touch
Gold mines No!
Cemetery's so big
Canary yellow ghost dressed in white mask
I turn the lights on and the blackout
I Jacks land right where I crashed out
Well all I know is
During my great depression
I couldn't stomach
Being with happy
People for a long long time
I'm pretty sad now
So please come visit
I will be the most gloomy
Meem you never saw
Nothing was wrong with the leap;
It was made according to plan,
but the design was interrupted
by the abruptness of the plunge.
Maybe… there was a change of heart
somewhere in midair.
It is marked by a yelp of despair.
The sound of his pain bounces like a jax ball
from the walls of his cylindrical doom.
His every cry echoes like voices on St. Hilda’s square.
Each feeble movement, in his watery tomb,
vibrates like that old proverbial sound of the bongo.
He lie there; a bundle of pain,
and regret he didn’t measure the depth to his death.
The silence pinched the minute there,
while the little dirty-face angel argued his state elsewhere.
St. Hilda’s Memorial, the place of his death.
Under soft cotton covers he stole his last breath.
I'd rather let this world destroy me
Than destroy anything in this world
Call it cowardly
Call it spineless
Call it anything but a lack of love.
The Great Dream is eternal love.
We all dream of it and play upon it
Like jax against a concrete wall.
We all make of it with narrowing and expanding minds.
Which dream would you like to believe in?
What world would you like to make?
You give all of yourself
And you have exactly as much as you had prior...
The amount God made of you.
Now Go! And love, love, love.
I the fisherman,
you the Queen,
we ate the candy in between,
the lobby and the mezzanine,
you took the time to read a book
and taught the servant s
how to cook
though royalty n'er took a look.
We squandered every single note
of every song I ever wrote,
and made a little fishing boat,
to go out far upon the sea,
with no one left to sail with me,
except three roaches and a flea,
They ate the sandwiches I made,
and drank my tea and lemonade,
and after that,the harp they played,
reminded me of afternoons
playing cowboys in the dunes,
the shell pits where the shy baboons,
swung way out from the guava trees,
on silver backs with bumble bees,
(you fell and scratched up both your knees)
Then you played artist on my face,
drawing clowns who had a race,
on broomstick horses
everyplace.
Out in the piney woods back home
we didn't need a telephone,
we never spent a night alone
imaginary friends came by
to play with Jax or learn to fly,
out in the oak so very high,
where we kept all our wings.
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