Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
sitting on my dogs’ porch, their own domain
enjoying the sun that is kissing my right arm
brand new chain link keeps us hostage, away from delivery men
large annoying bumblebee zips in to say hello
she sounds like a buzz saw
no indication that either of my dogs heard the bee
I usually say I have dog ears since I hear more than most
apparently, my ears are keener than dog ears
After the matinee war movie, we were hyped,
we weaved through small town streets
dodging imagined Luger waving krauts,
returning fire
with machine gun fingers.
Roger said his granny was Bavarian
and got mad at me when I said
they were all bastards.
Roger’s mother told him
that he was great looking,
that got me mad, my mom never had,
and Roger’s mother was hot.
The talk turned to girls.
Roger had only kissed his mom,
but I had seen a girl almost naked,
that got Roger mad.
Years later we had a threesome
with a German girl.
I could see that Roger was really handsome.
She was keener on him than me,
that made me mad at him
and her.
I think of the multitudes of humans
Who have trod this world since the
First who stepped upon it. Every birth
And death has become just so much
Anonymous Humanity. Paul who?
A newborn today joins the race as ignorant
As Cain but equipped with better killing tools
To contend with ever keener competition;
Notwithstanding the occasional diversion,
To fulfill the primordial drive for procreation.
Ever competing, exploiting any advantage;
An innovating user of tools gaining
Planet share. Humankind,
Ever advancing, never advancing.
The skyline merges with the sky.
As I observe kilns and ovens high,
Their smoke rising up to the clouds,
In a heated chamber, pollution enshrouds
The furnace roars with fiery heat.
And I wonder if our planet will ever beat
The effects of industry and its ways
As we continue to burn and blaze.
But as I look closer, I view debris,
Efforts made to clean and free
The air, the water, and the land
As we strive to piddle a keener stand.
From renewable energy to eco-design,
We must collaborate together and align.
To create a sustainable future for all,
Where progress and nature can stand tall.
So let us not withdraw from the fight.
For a world that is clean and bright,
For every action we engage in today,
Will shape the world in a punter way.
Written: June 6, 2023
Who was it who said
Housework prolongs your life?
Surely they jest!
They can go take a hike
I've collapsed on the couch
From just the mere thought
After leaving it it far longer
Than I reasonably ought
Where on earth do I start?
I just can't decide where
Each job worse than the last
I feel down in despair
If only.. if only.. if only
I'd done a bit every day
I'd be feeling self righteous
Instead of filled with dismay
I've practiced avoidance
Become expert at ignoring
Now I'm full of regrets
At the state of the flooring
The windows are grimy
The bathroom needs scrubbing
The washings piled up
Somethings blocking the plumbing
Who on earth has the time
To do extras like dusting?
When the fridge in the kitchen
Is looking disgusting?
I'm sure I'd be keener
And find motivation
If housework attracted
CEO compensation
Instead I lie here inert
Filled up with dread
Paralysed with reluctance
I'll eat biscuits instead
Heart with a keener marigold edge.
Using a crimson mulberry shade.
Trilling is as regal as a raven crown.
Embedded in the sky of a striking color.
Scarlet grape drips on closed lips.
Luscious, but ultimately fatal
Morish odors as tightening of chains
Indentured by my present self
Star-stained soul, guilty of fierce love
The success of delicious vengeance
Flimsy lilac paper flowers from losing bliss
Produce evil things on my grave
To recapture this era
When I pledge faith, there is a spare chance
Holy fumes that rose vanished in the trial
In the zero-gravity zone of outer distress.
Written: November 22, 2022
I'm a rambler, I'm a rover,
Yonder's where I long to be.
Where living's leaner, senses keener,
Grass is greener's home to me.
Tumbleweeds are my companions,
True vagabonds make best of friends.
Desert highways, country byways
All go my way in the end.
At times I get a little lonely
And think I might try settling down,
'til I remind myself that roots are binding,
And I hightail it out of town.
Guess I'll always be a drifter,
Yonder beckons, bids me come.
Around the bend my road's unending,
And where I lay my head tonight is home.
The hunter now without missing shoots,
And so the eagle without perching flies;
Who's wiser between shooter and flier;
Under direr circumstances above, guys?
When discretion finer discretion meets,
Who wins when each sharpens disguise?
Between keener fowler and slier fowled,
Who's truly more unbeatable and wise?
If the going ever discretely tougher turns,
That tougher get going no matter what;
Yours shall be valiant victory in the end
Regardless of how hard your effort's fought!
Unerring let their missiles aim
At softest parts of your fragility;
Simply wing your nonstop flight
Higher above hunter’s hostility.
To our Christian Public:
Anglican or Catholic
But also to The Interested Muslim
Abdullah or Taslim,
Vacancies have we for A Cleaner,
Whose Sense of Hygiene is keener,
A Customer-Friendly Waiter,
Not wishing to be tipped later,
A Vibrant Security man,
Who would all entrances man,
A No-Nonsense Bartender
But can be a lot tender,
A Damned Experienced Driver
In Oceanic Traffic, A Diver!
A Flower-Treasuring Gardener
“To The Pencils A Sharpener!”
A Much-Talked-About Cook,
Whose tasty dishes have a nice look
And A Tireless Dishwasher
Who should sometimes serve as Usher …
The Interested to strictly apply in person,
Preferably as referee An Imam or Parson …
Salary “Very Tempting!”
You wouldn’t need much prompting …
If life on Earth is solely passion,
It owns no honorable mission;
All The Topics in Biology not Fission,
Israel’s Fought Wars not only Attrition.
Plain passion forges the vow
That makes man a bit of a cow
Our universal “For better for worse”,
Even as trials tighten our purse
Some men’s voicing of “I surrender my life”
While no one is brandishing knife;
A flirt’s “I shan’t let you go!”
For all her keener interest in some Joe
A playboy’s “It’s you or None!”
As he schemes to be forever gone!
Alternating with awe and amazement
Belief breathes blessings, brilliant and bright
Calming, creative and colorful – so calm
Dreaming of dainty, delicate delights
Endlessly eager to eliminate evil
Friendly and full of feelings so faithful
Graceful, giving, glorifying God
Hopeful, heartening, a happy heart
Inspiring imaginations and insights
Joyfully jabbering with jaded jests
Keeping kindness with a keener kaleidoscope
Loving, living, laughing, lighting lives
Making music, melodies to make merry
Noels, nativities and needs being nurtured
Open odes and olive branches offered
Promises of peace, prosperity and praise
Quiet and quaint quotes on queries
Reflections and reminders of rare rhymes
Silent sounds, silvery and soft
Truths and talents tempting all to be thankful
Ultimately, using those in unbelievable unions
Visiting vibrant thoughts on velvety vistas
Wise and warm, welcoming worthy souls
Xerically xenogeny brought to xerophilous
Younger in years than in yawning yarns
Zestful zealots who live in heart zeniths
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POEM TYPE: Abecedarian
2. angel
December 8, 2021
Flower extract
On the body worn ahead of human contact,
A pressurized can preserving it;
With a vaporizing mechanism
That upon actuation gets friendly faces lit,
Further brightening the ones bought over by tribalism.
A liquefied fragrance for armpits
But also for arresting smells keener than a cesspit’s
And for the fortunate handkerchief
Of a folk alive to bad odour and its mischief.
To it a woman lends her neck,
Fully trusting the romantic havoc it does wreck;
A roguish sureness that some man against it shall brush
And a withdrawal from same not rush,
Lingered kisses planting there
With the whole world finding it just fair!
Perfume is by the fashionable grabbed;
During a kidnap, together with it nabbed,
The female habitual user letting out a frustrated sigh
After a shopping and she didn’t remember to it buy.
Garfield knows the joys of relaxation
Happily, self-absorbed, his napping seems,
There can be no better explanation
For the bubble picture showing his dreams.
Happily, self-absorbed, his napping seems
We love Garfield for his senses keener
For the bubble picture showing his dreams
Explains his fun comedic demeanor.
We love Garfield for his senses keener
There can be no better explanation
Explains his fun comedic demeanor
Garfield knows the joys of relaxation.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written July 12, 2021
for "Pantoum" Poetry Contest - Picture #2
sponsored by Eve Roper
All rhymes checked with Rhyme Zone.com
10-syllables per line checked with How Many Syllables.com
The blind does his walking,
With his trusted staff a- tapping,
His approach broadcasting,
Measured steps minding,
As his fall is his loathing
The driest on the subject of color,
Unless as a fairy tale,
To not here display valor,
As he ‘d a trillion times fail
Sure to be begging your pardon;
Upon describing Yellow
And completely in London,
As you portray the More Mellow…
Nevertheless equipped with the keener than normal,
Condition-warranted wisdom far from formal,
Fingers expertly feeling one twice
To later fish one out thrice:
Ears magically catching the faintest mumble
From the heady and the humble
And nostrils familiar with the smell of his workers
And body odor of housebreakers.
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