We walked the beach, held hands, danced in the rain…
I’d go that La La Land time and again.
But what a bummer,
Dream of midsummer!
By dawn my fantasy did slowly wane -
Soaked wet I was, I must have kissed the rain.
bat who liked candy invented a lie
I have to taste test every piece, so no one will die
The others backed off, but I called his bluff.
He threw a sucker at me and walked off in a huff
my cousin and her granddaughter have birthdays ten days apart
I try to send them something I think they can use
My cousin is ultra-thin, so I sent her red and black checked footie pajamas
I sent her ten-year-old granddaughter pajamas in the same material
They put them on, took a picture and sent it to me
Then Lennox, the granddaughter, drew a cartoon of them wearing them
She put that on my cousin’s birthday present from them
That’s when I knew she really liked dressing like her grandmother
I was touched to see that photo!
they did not always call her donut head
but after she became one, what else would they call her?
I have a name, she would yell at people
They laughed
Maybe it was too much her friends suggested
she refused to change it
she liked the attention
just not the laughs
Tailor had a circuit, he arrived three times a year to sew us up
He used to have a cat, a fish, a dog, a wife and a pup
The wife got tired of the traveling and took the pets to settle down
She was fed up with the hassle of always moving town to town.
Tailor loved his life, and did not much miss his wife.
She had been a harpy, grousing most of their married life.
But he did miss the dog and the cat, and especially the fish.
To get a new pet was his fervent wish.
Tailor brought along his sewing machine, materials, zippers and such.
The people in my town liked him more than a little, actually, very much.
We took up a collection and bought him an orangutan to travel with.
He made him a three-piece suit, and named him Little Kith.
Everyone liked Garret.
The girls wanted to be his friend.
The boys wanted to be him.
Garret was like a charming epidemic
Mimicked by his appreciative peers.
Adored by his teachers.
His smile was dazzling.
His reputation widespread.
she is wearing a bedraggled housedress
blue with enormously large red and yellow mums
it is faded now, but really soft, threadbare in spots
we surprise her with a new one for her eightieth birthday
she overly thanks us with this pink delight
but we never see her wear it; she wears the old one
when her estate is up for sale there are sixteen boxes
with brand new housedresses in them
none worn
people gave her new ones every year for Christmas
and for her birthday but she liked the old one.
They buried her in it.
my parents never liked air conditioning
only turned it on for company
not every summer day, maybe twice in August
if it was over five hundred degrees outside
both were Iowa farm kids
used to the heat and being sweaty
hard workers who cared little for luxury
did not hold stock in fancy fussy things
Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike
They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike
Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop.
Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop.
Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike
They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike
Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop.
Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop.
I always liked the rain
It’s avant-garde disdain
Encased in every raindrop
Its tauntingly cold chill
Trickling off a drippy nose
Its million centipede dance steps
Puckering the dust, stirring the mud
The child like joy of running through puddles
Popsicle stick armadas attacked by giants
Mud pies with maple twig candles
I still enjoy the rain
Walk more slowly
Savoring its scent
The icy edge of its smile
Its tear like essence
Reminding me
That I now walk alone
There were no guys quite like Ben and Jerry
She depended on them for her dairy
She liked it with nuts
No ifs, ands or buts
And she often found room for a cherry
My aunty is a foodie , She loves, tastes and eats fast food , Her small belly rules her sharp mind.
She turns dears into foodies, Foodies are liked by her,
She drinks, eats and sleeps freely.
She buys, makes, enjoys and shares food, She needs no golden spoon to eat, Food is golden for her.
Horn 7-5-7 Haiku
had been innocent
who we always loved and liked
forever would do
This said it all and is a story within itself.
Khaki has never other fabrics liked:
It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked,
Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped
And their names and their nicknames mistyped!
Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!”
And begun a solving of what wasn’t a problem;
Bound to uncannily unfold
What Plain Malice does hold …
By then, it would be fanciful
To ask your questions – A roomful:
‘What and what next shall happen?’
And whether or not blades shall sharpen …
It shall have been a busying with fiction
By the time we triggers eschew from ruction
Khaki has seldom The Plain clothes liked
And has, indeed, other fabrics spiked;
Often through insistence on Inaction
And treatment of either as a faction.
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