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The Things I'll Give Up for Lent

This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor.

~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~
Liver and onions,
Minced meat pie.
Drinking beer from a can,
Celebrating the 5th of July.

I’ll do away with Haggis,
Kiviak and Sheepshead Smalahoue.
Rocky Mountain Oysters,
Escargot and Fuhu.

Escamoles and fried Tarantula,
Jellied Moose and Airag.
Gaeng Kai Mot Daeng,
and baked polliwog.

Chocolate-covered bacon, 
Candy corn or a root beer float
Goodbye Goober burgers,
and pickled ear of goat.

Koolickles, popsicles,
Hominy grits and Spam.
Frog’s eye salad and Turducken,
Tapioca and jellied Ham.

But on this Valentine's Day my dear,
know that there is one thing that's very true.
I'd rather give up my chance to go to Heaven,
then spend a single minute without you.

I Don'T Like Heights

Breathtaking views
the brochure said. 
But for me
it was nothing but
a sheer drop, gravity's 
worst nightmare lipped
on an edge and way below,
a brutal landing
of hard rock.

I don't like heights. 
Up here I have the lot,
a panoramic view offering
no distraction to what 
really waits for me
salivating beneath 
my jellied feet.

Just a step away,
nothingness wells its hypnotic 
horrors, a free fall into
the minds worse fate, flailing 
limbs frantically reaching
for something firm
to hold onto in thin air.  
Just think of it !
The last few seconds
of life bulleting downwards
towards oblivion.

No, I don't like heights.
I prefer to take my views
without a precipitous ledge,
closer to the ground,
then if I fall
it would be less likely
to be terminal and I'd 
have no time to think 
as I went down.

Santa

Jolly Santa boarded his magic sleigh 
And told his reindeer, “Up, up and away.”
They hauled his round jellied girth
Many times around the earth
Without gifts to bring - supply chain delay.

12/20/2022 
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The Fish Rots From the Head

Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew.
Malt vinegar and lashings of salt.
A fish dinner served up
by a truck in a newspaper cone.

That was then, that was before
taste buds got hard boiled,
before the bowtie culture wars.

Pickled onions are now too small
they should have stayed big and brown
something saucy and sour to munch on
while walking around London town.

Peas pudding, jellied eels,
pork pie to tempt our eyes.
Mostly all gone
or not the same.
Shame,
for now we are cosmopolitan
even here in the Midwest
we are upscale in the fine dining fare.

French, Italian, Bolivian, Mongolian,
Mexican and Estonian, it's all good
or can be, but

fish and chips wrapped in newspaper,
nothing better!

Charly Dinton Said

Charley Dinton said
that everyone has a secret name.
A bad person’s name
might be long and segmented
like chopped jellied eels,
or spat out in gobs like phlegm.


He was old when I was young.
I paid him little heed,

yet it was said of him

that he had a special sight.
Grownups listened to him

when he spoke of certain things.


He would sit in father’s chair,
and dad didn’t even complain
but offered tea and biscuits,
as if mum had forgotten how.

Halfway through a story
he chuckled at a thought:


'Jer know wha e cawl imself?


He was talking of a person we knew of
who’d been jailed for rape.


E cawl imself, ‘Jack the Rabbit’..ty old bugger!
I saw eaz weal moniker mine you
Saw it in is mauff clear as dayligh.
People got all sort ov idden names,
some names
wou make yer bleedin air curl.
Devils turds I cawls em.


That’s what Charley Dinton said.

Writing To Myself

It's like I am a stranger,
it's like I am not in the room,
it's like a ham sandwich without the ham;
the ham is on a butchers hook in old London town.
Peas pudding and jellied eels overflow,
stain this page,
make it look like a poem, but not much,
make it look like anything, - but not much.
What I am always trying to say is not much.
One day I am going to make a book
out of the spindrift of spiders, take the credit
from the thoughts of a stranger.
Call him out for being an unknown
in an unknown land.
Until then I will keep this book shop open
but only on moonless nights
when there are no strangers to overhear.

Jello

JELLO

I hate jello because it is a food
once in your mouth it wiggles moves
reminds me of what worms must feel like to eat
grosses me out for the life of me

Who had such a fantasy
to make some squishy protein
From animal parts most disgusting
Food served in hospitals observably 

Jellied cranberries a similar food
Would rather have cranberry juice
And souse meat looks like it is raw
It is jellied for bellies after all

Now if jello had a super power
like curing disease or growing flower
I still could not keep it down
Jello is gross even with fruit I’ve found.

For I'M a Londoner Now

Found my way round London like a boss 
Know the best way to Piccadilly and Kings Cross
For I'm a Londoner now 
Seen the sights Big Ben and the like 
Taken a cycle journey on a Boris bike 
For I'm a Londoner now 

I've been on the tubes and on a red bus 
Got into Harrods without any fuss 
For I'm a Londoner now 
Seen the Arsenal play and the Spurs too
Chelsea and Fulham I still must do 
For I'm a Londoner now 

I have ate jellied eels in the East end 
Learnt the lingo my mucker is a friend 
For I'm a Londoner now 
I had a good time seeing a West end show
London dear reader is the city to go 
For I'm a Londoner now

I Spy Eel Pie

'It seems surreal,'
whispered the eel,
'and I'm unsure
what that is for.'
He nodded then
towards my pen.
He wriggled round
without a sound,
and quite aghast,
he scribbled fast,
his mouth around
the pen I'd found -
and here I quote
the words he wrote:
'I am an eel
so here's the deal -
no jelly stuff *
(I'm far too tough).'
And then tight-lipped,
he duly flipped
into the sea,
and winked at me.
I waved bye-bye,
and floated high
above the crowds
who sat on clouds...

*jellied eel

for Nina's Surreal contest

Poor Rickets

My one legged mate called Rickets
Pierced his foot on a thorn in the thickets
As he hopped around in pain
He did it again and again
It was so funny I could of sold tickets

In the bathroom, he took off his boot
Honestly, I don’t like to hoot
But when he fell in the bath
I couldn’t help but laugh
He should of put on his swimsuit

We both agree, he is accident prone
With his cuts and bruise,s full blown  
The bump on his head
Is when he fell out of bed
He is to dangerous to be on his own

He was hopping once, just past the gym
When someone threw, a tomato at him
They normally don’t hurt, he said with a grin
But this bugger did
It was still in a tin

It’s great, that Rickets is so calm
He is a great guy, useless, a charm
So I kept my mouth shut 
As he shaved and got cut
Because I don’t want him’ to suffer any harm

It was his birthday so we went for a meal,
He said, I feel tipsy, how do you feel
As he reached for some bread
He face went all red
As he choked on the last jellied eel

There are a thousand of Rickets like this
Its Rickets and a nature of his
As he hopped out of the door
He fell again on the floor
One wish and two legs would be his

Jellied Eels and Pie 'N' Mash

Jellied eels and pie n mash.
East London Fair, and that’s a fact.
The Dockers hands, and the pearly kings.
Their romance gone, the truth it stings.
The Bow Bells ring, they sound out loud.
Cockney chests, they puff out proud.
Not much left of old world London town.
Inside office blocks our city drowns.
The rhyming slang, used to confound.
It hid the truth, of lies abound.
The gifted few, they understood.
They kept those coppers under hood.
Up the Apples and pears, mind your plates of meat.
Meant up the stairs and watch your feet.
The law never knew, they couldn’t make it out.
We watched their faces and saw their doubt.
The slang we used was not just for fun.
It kept us on our toes, not on the run.
Old London's gone it has changed its face.
For better or worse it's now a different place.
We've had the rough. We've had the smooth.
This place has changed, with times it's moved.
Like or not this is London Town.
The times have changed, but she'll not let you down.
She'll take you in, she'll hold you tight.
Embrace her heart, enjoy the light.

Phobia

I would not be what Einstein feared.
Eyes nailed to smart chopping board instead.
On it, somebody could set onions disabled to stimulate tears.
O, saying words, a kind of phobias indeed.

I would hit the sea of flying words in deep dive.
And yes for sure, I require Spongebob’s net and Sandy’s air tube
To practice my lips and tongue by yelling at jellied words.
Next year, I wish you promote my grade.

This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins

This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins

This dragging night, red dust enters my veins,
coursing into thick, blackened bone marrow.
Life is a dark picture, complete with stains
broken heart feeds crows and shoots small sparrows.
No tears, for what good does salt water do
when bones dissolve into mass jellied heaps.
Yes Fate, you say my time is not yet through
soon, how I will see you playing for keeps.

R.J. Lindley
Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
November 19th,1972

Note- At age 18, I only thought I had endured a great and unbearable loss.
Fate was to show me many such, much worse to come, as the decades came to pass. Deaths of baby brother, my infant son, my infant daughter, mother, many friends.

Otb

Ogre The Castle Moats Beast.

Snails and slugs
all kinds of bugs
earwigs, spiders and worms
jellied eels in slimy bogs you know
the kind that like to squirm.
anyone will be a treat for me
as on each I love to feast
I'm big and I'm lumpy
I'm fat and I'm bumpy
I'm Ogre the Castle Moats Beast.
Grrrrrr.

An Aquamarine Apple

A shopping trip on a ghostly road could become quite frightening really. So leave earlier rather than later. And blow a kiss to the frog sitting in that tree over there. Go on. He really likes it and will belch blessings for your safety. In a sweetshop always try to ensure that any rounded shapes are either containing a powder or a chew. And dancing in the middle of the shop holding lolly sticks just does not look elegant. Ok Mr.Peter Peanut has now arrived in a smart van. With pastel printed shirt, tie, and boots he is sure to cause a sensation in the park. Great. Reading racing reaching radical robotic regales. And a majestic swan building drags itself up and enters the lake for a nice swim. As harmonic as a cup of tea in an acorn cup then. Ridicule not an appearance of a jellied chicken pizza, and take off no hat under an umbrella. Hahahaha fish dish wish. Xxxxx aquamarine z a p y q zzzz.

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