Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
Curtis was never one to stay in one place for very long
Oh my God they said when they looked at his passport
Multiple entries border crossings migration and search of
Inner Self and ironically a fix point in his travelling mind
No go zone was merely an encouragement to defy advice
Grand locations unexposed jewels magical treasure islands
Baking in the sun basking in downpour and floating on joy
Another journey one more rite of passage before settling
Coming home to hidden places he had never been before
Kaleidoscopes Katzenjammer Kettledrums Knowledge
Hitherto homeless he gallivanted to more distant shore-lines
On full steam of restlessness experiences and adventures
Minded his voyage but remained a foreigner nevertheless
Eventually he ran out of escape routes and returned home
21st February 2021
THE FIRST INVOICE
HAD A PURCHASE FOR
12 TRUMPETS
5 TUBAS
10 FRENCH HORNS
7 CLARINETS
10 BASSOONS
8 OBOES
5 FLUTES
4 SNARE DRUMS
2 BASS DRUMS
2 KETTLEDRUMS
15 VIOLENS
5 CHELLO'S
2 TRIANGLES
1 XYLOPHONE
2 BASS GUITARS
2 ACOUSTIC GUITARS
IN THE NOTE AREA WAS A QUOTE
IT SAID
A HUSBAND MIGHT SIT AND HEAR THE WORDS OF A SINGLE MAN
AND IN HIS WORDS MIGHT SPEAK THRU A CONCERN
OF HIS OWN REFLECTION.
BUT HE ONLY KNOW'S THE SUCCESS OF BEING ACCEPTED IN
PROPOSAL: HE LACKS THE ABILITY TO SPEAK FROM DISPAIR
MIGHT SHE SAY NO, HIS WORDS MEAN KNOWTHING.
IF SHE SAY'S YES HIS WORDS ARE PROVERB AND WORTHY OF SPPEAKING OF.
WHICH LACKS CONCERN IS THE POSITION OF BEING
RIGHT
THAT HE THAT ASK MIGHT BE CONSIDERED WRONG
IF SHE HAS ANOTHER.
Driving a desert road
touring the landscape
discovering a new world
Overwhelmed by the sight of
rocky gorges and sheer plateaus
striking with bands of white, yellow, orange, and red
fading in a blur of shimmering heat
A brilliant strobe of light flickered
lightning flared up in the clouds
the roar of kettledrums struck
followed a couple of heartbeats afterwards
The roar jolted me out of my seat
Without warning clouds start rolling in
opening up with pounding rain
zero visibility, where to pull over
F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D!
Refuge from the deluge
8/30/2016
A Deluge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
True story, about 12 years ago in Arizona on monsoon season, another reason I hate thunder……
a basket run with twenty six cigarettes, an acorn accordion, and of course a dew bud is often akin to wellying a giant fish. Yachts are brilliantly lit at sundown but showrooms are not really ideal for holding baby showers or sunbathing. When the flock of hooded birds fly gracefully from left to right it is not the time nor tempo to ignore a fellow shrine goblin,faery, or elf. Perfectly mystical cues held in open air to give omens. To grant oneself an inner sanctum is to give essences to orbs. And to place with great care vaporised auras it is to be said that the dawn riders are preparing a militarisation of a field. Yellow yawning yang and a large laughing kettle. But kettledrums are neither a noon or a moon and similar potions are equally prevalent in a very spotted snake. Take not a mottled morning fish to a sea bath. Hahahaha and now fry salad in a basting. Hahahaha milliseconds *** z
The roar and thunder from
ocean waves crashing
back and forth against
black sandy shores
sounds like a symphony of
cymbals and kettledrums,
as the tide rolls in…
Seagulls bobbing up and
down upon crested
waves waiting to get
uplifted by a gusty wind…
Catching breath, they pause
to nibble on tasty schools
of fish dancing near the
surface edge…
Nocturnal sea creatures
yarn, stretch, and adorn
themselves with rocks and
seashells…
I am dreaming…
as the ocean kisses the sky I sit in complete comfort
Of the quiet and beauty in the midst…
I bask…
At the stroke of midnight,
the waves parade in a moonlit
dance ritual, making hypnotic
sounds off of the ocean’s shore
I am captivated, I am caught up…
The roar and thunder from the
Oceans waves crashing
Back and forth against
black sandy shores…
Sooths me.
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