Stupid Art. Intelligence
AI Could Say
Anything I See
With Ease And
Ambivalent
Opportunity.
Random Chance
Has It Every
Which Way
In Mood And
Flavorful Favor.
Yum. Yum.
Every Measurement
Made In Units Or
Measureless - It
Knows All The Cuckoo
***Karma Supra.***
Wowwee!!! And
Makes It
Funny Funny Too!
Buncha HooDoo
Maliciously
Curmudgeonly
Ker-Pompous
Kahhh...
Blooie.
Soooo SeXXXy,
Though,
RIGHT?
Pardon Me.
-Gray Squirrel
05-23-2025
When walking on a wet floor,
Prints are left up to the door.
For the leopard to follow,
Deep in a line.
A layer of water,
Becomes quite slick.
Pick up a broom,
Becomes a hockey stick.
Momma said," Don't walk on my floor!
I just washed the kitchen up to the door!"
Gliding too the living room,
In super soaked socks.
Become ice shoes,
Each foot goes, " Ker plop!"
The floor is drying too fast!
Can't get my skis to travel at last.
Now the floor is dry.
Use my slippers to scuttle right by.
Momma said, "At last you can buff the floors,
As you sail on by!"
She didn't see what the floor is too me.
A glowing pond,
Too ice skate upon.
ker thump ker thump ker thump
Lib - by Lib - by Lib - by
I love you more each day
ker thump ker thump ker thump
you are half of my heart
ker thump ker thump ker thump
each day I think of you
ker thump ker thump ker thump
each night I dream of you
Lib by Lib by Lib by
my soul is in your smile
you are in each heart beat
you are half of my soul
I will leave with your name
u pon my dy ing lips
Lib by Lib by Lib by
ker thump ker thump ker
Like a welcome Summer rain, humor may suddenly
cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
—Langston Hughes
RAINING IN SUMMER
The little teapot leaned over, steam pours out,
sizzles on the pavement. Trickles, sprinkles,
waters the subsidiary gardens that sprout -
those pointed out by a grandson. My wrinkles
curve up as the rain skillfully waters my willow,
my patch of roses and lilies, scattered and rare.
With Summer storm, I ruminate on a long time ago.
This grand-generation of blessing, not yet a prayer.
Drip…drop…splosh! The hope of the window pane.
We dream, as the outburst streams down to spill
our dreams, like seeds giving more than the mundane.
God saturates our lives with more than we will.
It’s raining Summer all over this land of honey-wheat.
Though droll and gray, a grateful soak gifts a sun rise.
My flower petals, leaves and boughs bathed in heat
and nourishing drink, replenishing the owls, and other wise.
Ker-splash, the puddles of inky-mud, stain the shins,
leave me, us, them, refreshed and sodden with grins.
In skies of gray I dwell
inside of clouds,
keeping company with mugginess
and sweltering heat.
People who labor underneath me
perspire profusely; some curse.
Others pray for me
to cut their labor short.
Yes, they pray for rain.
I hear their cries,
for I’ve been mustering steam
during days and days of dreadful drought.
Pitter patter pitter patter
Their plaintive pleas I answer teasingly.
Starting slow. I dole out droplets
drop by drop by tiny drop
The droplets increase . . . plop plop plop.
Wind joins in - wailing.
Trees tremble as I splatter them
with wonderful wetness for the prayerful.
Swoosh! Ker-plunk!
I’m drumming and drumming,
pouring myself down
on thirsting flowers with heads bowed
to reverently receive me.
Umbrellas appear all over the streets.
Gleefully, I pound them, hammering away.
I pounce on the heads of uncovered people.
Soaking grass and soil,
filling rain gutters, and
sliding joyously off many hard surfaces,
I saturate every place that I’m able to outside.
I am rain, and unceasingly
this summer day,
I reign
supreme.
hokey...ker-shmokey
friggin...fraqa-moneous
buzz-allacka...equazippodcom
colare-buzzeeferem...hoxenton
grafelmonious, tiffrundle raditseptagafunkle.....nostaflowan aquapono....
chatious sorentium....wedallumphry....hahaha....perafro-maquilitizzity....
stan
: )
Summer’s sweetest natural dessert
Presented itself to me in the form of a
Large seeded watermelon that
I found by chance at a local food stand.
Thrilled was I to see such a perfect specimen!
Wide, round, and green,
It had a yellowish underside and those “bee stings”
Desired by people who search for the tastiest melons
Every year when that marvelous fruit is in season.
On my arrival home, I stumbled and dropped that luscious melon.
Pulp of red juiciness splattered all over the driveway -
Effectively destroying the whole thing as it went KER-SPLAT,
Never to be enjoyed by my expected dinner guests that evening!
June 10, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Split Wide Open
I thought I saw a nasty cat!
I did. Oh fancy that!
Sylvester I must tell you,
You're a very naughty cat!
I also have to say
That you are terrible at maths!
You miscalculate your aims
That's why you fall face down - Ker-splat!
You misjudge your target.
You only realise mid your jumps.
You're very sorry for it now
'Cause your head is full of bumps!
Granny sure insists
That you must have your rest.
But if you fail to catch me soon,
You'll have a cardiac arrest!
Can't you see with both of us,
Granny feels so blessed?
So why do you keep putting
Her affection to the test?
Sylvester I want you to know
That I'd like our feud to end.
I would like us both to be
The very best of friends.
And though she loves us very much,
Granny will adore us more
If she sees us playing nice
When she walks through the door!
Yes we could be a family
For a long and happy time...
Just remember, once recovered
You'll be on life number nine!
They glide across the ice like silk,
Then leap and twirl and spin,
Their bodies molded to the perfect
Shape that they are in.
Their costumes sparkle in the lights,
The music sets the tone
As every skater claims the ice
As his or hers alone.
The years of training culminate
In one routine, one chance
To prove to all the judges
They’re the ones who should advance.
I always feel so bad when
On the road to reach the top,
Someone’s nerves kick in and suddenly,
We witness a ker-plop.
Lub dub
Lub dub
My eyes
can't blink.
Lub dub, Lub dub
I fell, can't move
can't speak, I try.
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub
You there, help me, please help
I'm here, look down, see me.
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub
Heartbeats, so fast, too fast, can't think.
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub
Blue light, at last, Joe Smith? They say, Joe Smith?
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub
Stand clear, Ker Chung, again, stand clear, Ker Chung, it hurts.
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub
Why me, Mother? I'm good, good dad, good son, oh God, just help.
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub
Oh god, oh god, not now, not me, stand clear, Ker Chung, Joe Smith, hear me?
Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub
Please help, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Road stop
By cop
Perceived
Car weaved
Two Beers
Cop jeers
Slurs talk
Can't walk
Clyde weaved
And heaved
Ker splat
Fell flat
Clyde drunk
As skunk
Tests muffed
Handcuffed
To jail
No bail
Transport
To court
Demand
Remand
Severe
One year
Oh dear
No beer
Even so, I know the
Words are hollow and,
Tings like the tumors,
I was still going to say, CRACKERBOOM!
Perhaps, now that we've sapped the guardsmen,
We may take visit to the house owner.
We can now subdue the court,
And sack the principal as well.
CRAC..KER...BOOM!!!
Wildlife 9
An amazingly ugly gnu,
Once stopped on the plains for a poo,
A lion went past
And was almost aghast
So he ran off whilst yelling "Ker....phew"!
The words written in the past are gone
Nobody will ever read those words
Some would have struck a nerve
Some might have thrown u 4 a curve
My words were knowingly spelled wrong
But they all came from the mind of a poet
There r 2 previous chapters 2 this story
It's been so long since they were read
My lost teenaged soul has been dead
I have not thought of myself as a poet in over a decade
Between my mind, my hands, & the wordz was a blockade
Not anymore! This makes Part 3!
The mind of a poet is lost
Ambitious (4 a month)
Ridiculous (a couple times a month)
Ambiguous (my mind is free, you know what I mean)
Meticulous (when it suits me)
Adventurous (A fancy way of saying lost)
My writing is unique
My style is perfectly imperfect
My grammar is not correct
My words r real
If my words don't rhyme, kick rocks 4 real!
My soul lives on lost pieces of paper
Those words can never be recovered
This chapter is tamer than the other(s)
No sex, no drugs, no alcohol, no murder
Knowing that makes me wanna say, mother f#%ker!
Give me another piece of electronic paper!
This is the mind of a poet, reborn!
Ah, dear Mrs. Nancy Pelosi,
Trying her best, with feckless,
Congressional cubbies.
Doing their best to make her
life anything but rosy.
Pick up that gavel and swat
their obnoxious butts off!
Don't let them drag you and
your party through their dumb,
showhorse stuff!
Ostracize and censure them,
right now!
Before they blow up the DNC.
And worse..the entire country!
Ker-Pow!
July 12, 2019
2pm PST
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