The talk of talkers talking
The jig of jiggers jigging
The thoughts of thinkers thinking
The songs of singers singing
The win of winners winning
The words of writers writing
The fights of fighters fighting
The sins of sinners sinning
Categories:
jiggers, fun, silly,
Form: Rhyme
The thing about chiggers:
I’m glad they’re not bigger.
They’ll make you go dancing
Like A. A. Milne’s Tigger.
Avoid ‘em with vigor!
When they pull the trigger,
Get under your waistband,
You may need a jigger.
Of whiskey! Of whiskey!
You’ve gotta ask right,
'Cuz chiggers are red
And jiggers are white.
O, chigger! O, jigger!
They both like to bite.
The former’s a flea;
The latter’s a mite.
Categories:
jiggers, nursery rhyme, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Are you following some path
to a schizophrenic's neverland
are you trying to teach me
your sophisticated alphabet
did you just fly from someone's
dungeon dream
into the minaret of mine
are you dancing with fairies
or just a stumbling sky drunkard
maybe your just an erotic dancer
flashing your wares for
jiggers of forever nectar
whatever the case may be
I will forever cherish your
no touch lap dances
Categories:
jiggers, adventure,
Form: Free verse
Mate, if you give a fig, name is Jiggers.
Know now, I’m the kind of guy who likes booze.
People handed me that name, it figures.
I’m all coffin varnish smeared with tattoos.
Wild and mean, that kind of life’s what I choose.
Be sure, Saint John’s place to find a cheap flop,
place where I can try to shake all my blues.
I think Saint John’s a good New Brunswick stop.
Categories:
jiggers, depression,
Form: Rhyme
I am a refuge here!
In this foreign land-
Of luxury of darkness
Where darkness
Laughs at me
Angry winds,
Bite me like scorpions,
Mosquitoes,
Drink me like a pot of beer
Bed bugs, my nocturnal guests,
Hold conferences
To celebrate on my ribs
Jiggers,
Rip my feet apart like cakes,
In the sage-master’s kraal
Philanthropists, my only hope
Offer mockery of aid
As they drink bottled urine,
Slumber in glass pots,
And make sheen- beings
To count stars endlessly!
Surely I am alone.
In my own country,
In this world,
I am alone, alone and alone
With no one to care
In this refugee-land!
Of luxury of darkness
Where all is,
Dark!
Dark!
And dark!
Categories:
jiggers, allegory, allusion, depression, imagery,
Form: Personification
Sometimes it seems as if
Everyone has gone to sleep
Even while the sun shines,
And there is no gloom of night.
The world is full of vapid conversation,
Evergreens of low expectations,
Empty thoughts,
Valley girls,
Cups of coffee,
And jiggers of gin.
Poets are waiting
To bring the frozen people,
Kicking and screaming,
Out of the chaos of mindlessness.
Categories:
jiggers, people,
Form: Free verse
YOU DIDN’T KNOW
Maybe you didn’t know
But your single plate fills mine a day
That note you give for the bill
My hair would shine a month
But I guess you didn’t know
Step lightly lest you pop out my jiggers
Your fine pointed heels, in my dreams I saw
That perfume so unique, passed for a queen’s
That’s the world deep in my sleep I dream
But I guess you didn’t know
They ask for dollar fee to print my page
To me it’s a dollar quiz, to have food or the page
It’s a talent I got but poor to see it through online
I write for pleasure, the able print and make doe
But I guess you didn’t know
Silently down on my knees daily I beg
Its one life, with death no return
I hear of Angels sent, daily I wait for mine
A change I need, in food and education
But I guess you didn’t know
If only the guards by your gate fell asleep
A double print my dirty feet would do on your terrace
For the degree is so expensive, landlord a daily nag
The intestinal worms on hunger strike, no more tears down
But I guess you were the sent angel.
Categories:
jiggers, caregiving, future, hope,
Form: ABC
Sorry
Sorry to that mother,
Who lost her blessing,
On our delivery beds,
Who bled to death,
Under our vigil watch,
Who lost her womb,
For reasons we could not avoid
Sorry to that man,
Who lost his hope,
Of beating cancer,
Whose liver ,
We had to remove,
Who lost his limb
For reasons we could not avoid
Sorry to that girl,
Who lost her smile,
On moving a mile,
Whose bright eyes,
We had to transplant,
Who lost her lips,
For reasons we could not avoid
Sorry to that boy,
Who lost his fingers,
Because of jiggers,
Whose ability to eat ,
Was snuffed away,
Who lost his ,
For reasons we could not avoid
Sorry to all ye people,
Who lost their faith,
In life itself,
Who in the course of our remedy,
Never came out the same again,
Who lost faith in us,
For reasons we could not avoid.
Categories:
jiggers, forgiveness, lost, lost,
Form: Verse
Cows cuss under their breath during these winters
Being under a blanket is not warm if made of snow
Fish get expelled from their school playing hooky
Never learning to avoid nibbling on those jiggers
Forests are full of trees with being first issues
Worshiping the sun and boasting with their colors
Fire is always the brightest student in the class
Until water pours over to fizzle out their candle
Categories:
jiggers, animals, funny, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Teeth freed late of jaw
Catch feign vulture caw
Keep time with thumb gum massage.
Three jiggers to rinse
Fire stick of incense
Lifted induced camouflage.
Shirt off shorts glued on
Vision of futon
Once upon a time life rocked.
Tent wants repairing
Sirens shrill blaring
Dumpster score steel trigger cocked.
Yawn fingers through beard
Glance field-mates look weird
Two toe-touches old time's sake.
Fetally grounded
Mortally wounded
War's horrors too much to shake.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Nancy Jones after an ok day at work on 8/24/11
Inspired by nette onclaud and her contest “Allouette”
In honor of Don and Donny and Dean and countless others whose long list of struggles now include poverty, health woes, homelessness, and extreme loneliness.
Categories:
jiggers, life, time,
Form: Rhyme
The Hair of the Dog
You can drink til your dead as a log
And get up with your head in a fog
tomato juice cocktail
two jiggers ginger ale
and a taste of the hair of the dog
She calls you, you’re jumpy as a frog
you act cool, your head still in a grog
she says just come on by
You can unzip your fly
for a taste of the hair of the dog
In three days you feel she needs a flog
To the doctor, you go, brain agog
Three shots you need to get
Ere you can even wet
Without cussing the hair of the dog
© Aug 28 2010 For Andrea’s “Doggone Dog” Contest
Categories:
jiggers, funny, hair, hair,
Form: Limerick
Backyard summer time blazing,
jiggers packed down with precision.
First few thoughts, simply amazing,
prepping my mind for tunnel vision.
Roller coasting beyond the storm,
strapped into buzzed up seats.
Lungs that feel so smokey warm,
drum line chorus heart beats.
Eyes that bleed without blood,
cheekbones relaxed, muscles calm.
Shaking up and grinding that bud,
measuring blindly inside a palm.
Four doobies now long forgotten,
sentences that flow without tense.
Drier taste and mouths of cotton,
the world around makes no sense.
Bags of twinkies, chocolate chips,
vanilla pudding and toast bread.
Hunger dangling from cracked lips,
spiral imaginings inside my head.
Numbness fading and reality wins,
five pounds heavier than before.
Until tomorrow when it again begins,
fourty ounces locked in a drawer.
Categories:
jiggers,
Form: I do not know?
It is May again, milners, mariners, militants
Ye laborers in union chafing come
And breathe beyond the cankerers fields
Crawl, fruit despised sucklings, from your dusty
Lung corroding mines
Walked the muscled roads your sweat
Have softened for freedom
You propertyless citizens come
Rise from the hovel of slums
And internal colonies
You spirit of immigrants blown apart
Building a railraod
To a country without a heart
Rise up like buildings bright sun
And burn sin and stubble of dream
In red red coming of the evening
Slanted on the back of the horizon
It's May the month of martyrs and flowers
Burried under the morning tears
Swing the factories wide
Women wincing by the mired machines
Of industrial capitalism floundering
Like flag in the torrid heat of day
Workers of the world
My mother scrubbing floors to die
In penury before the ragged memory
Of a son's invisibility
This is the month of May and meeting
In the raging street
Fruit pickers, cane cutters, hole diggers
Cotton jiggers
Dockmen, shovelmen, sailors, wrigglers
Who were born empty handed by design
Bring your mass to supply
No more depression of our wage
But the rising fire of our rage.
Categories:
jiggers, anniversarymay,
Form: Free verse