#1) Wise is just wisdom,
Being “smart,” can drive one Madd...
It is a process.
#2) Haikus are intense!
They can be so exciting,
I used to write them...
#3) I go by “G3...”
As a “Native...” citizen...
Call me, “One shoe...”
#4) My father-in-law...
He has a name, “One More Song...”
I care about him.
The BOSS???
#5) Is this “restricted?!?”
Nothing is choreographed...
Am I an actor? Ei. Will this be listed?
Little Diddy Truly NOT a Haiku but duly meant for me and you to groove...
Jah “Oh da la dee da...”
Boo yah!!! Hoo, hah, hey, yaw!
Do NOT forget your Yamaha...
A few keys for me please...
It is almost time for Hannukah,
Yet the twelve days of Christmas did NOT miss us,
I do NOT want to miss any of this my close
I listen to any type of music
I, I, I find it oh so therapeutic
I add a little ***** to it with wit
Glad I’m a punk for it, so legit
And it ain’t junk as you can see it
A-A-A little funky ***** won’t hurt much
I miss you, but does it matter anymore?
A riddle or two would help and such
I kiss you, but does it flatter you to the core?
I dance away the tension
I’m not doing it for attention
I mention your name in prayer,
Hoping I can be your hate slayer
A-A-A little funky ***** won’t hurt much
I miss you, but does it matter anymore?
A riddle or two would help and such
I kiss you, but does it flatter you to the core?
I’m in detention in my mind right now
A little ***** got me in trouble somehow
Left behind the weakness of my heart…
I’m truly torn apart from the very start
A-A-A little funky ***** won’t hurt much
I miss you, but does it matter anymore?
A riddle or two would help and such
I kiss you, but does it flatter you to the core?
A-A-A little funky ***** won’t hurt much
I miss you, but does it matter anymore?
A riddle or two would help and such
I kiss you, but does it flatter you, the one I adore?
My lil elephant
Tic tat tic
Tic tat tic
Tic tat tic
My lil elephant
Tic tat tic
Can do good tricks
My lil elephant
Can sing a song
Sing a song
Sing a song
My lil elephant
Can sing a song
All night long
Bill and Gil met a new gal, Diamond Lil
In a sassy saloon named Petey’s Swill
She was dressed with a dolly lady’s skill
Ruffled as a male peacock with a trill
Diamond Lil educated naïve Bill and innocent Gill
Of this debauchery world they had each known zill
Her step-by-step lessons were a gigantic thrill
She taught them with the precision of a sergeant’s drill
Many of her life lessons were taught on Farmer’s Hill
Like how to make corn whiskey in a bootlegger’s still
She also taught them some interesting things at the old saw mill
They knew now how to determine if a fabric was satin or twill
Bill and Gill never got over their education with Diamond Lil
One of their most deranged jealous neighbors was Jenny Jill
Jenny tried to kill Diamond Lil with a giant unknown pill
Thus, Lil ran off with a dastardly gentleman named Mr. Bill.
Taking with her two other men she had met at Petey’s Swill
Majestic and marvelous
you are a sassy one
lovely and melts my lament
I am confident to have her…
listen, she’s full of precious diamonds…delicate like a lamb amongst the wolves…so innocent…
Precious
loneliness gone
understanding
my majestic Queen…so independent and territorial…she’s a feline and she’s mine! Mine! Mine! (:
- dedicated to my black cat: Plumbella (Plum as a nickname)…
She is 1 year old
Rescued by the shelter…
Beautiful and bold
Black cat lives matter….
My lil pinky hops around
Hops around
Hops around
My lil pinky
Hops around
Just like a clown
My lil pinky
Turns upside down
Upside down
upside down
My lil pinky
Turns upside down
Down, down, down
My lil pinky wiggles in place
Wiggles in place
Wiggles in place
My lil pinky wiggles in place
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
My lil pinky can do anything
finances, romances and other current events..a trilogy, burying my beloved niece what a tragedy..overwhelmed but I refuse anything pharmaceutical,what else can go wrong..um spent!
put ah lil' sugar in it.
took a part-time job to help things out fell asleep on the highway last night,heck, I was tired. you holler it will make you resilient and strong..I holler for what I'm not an athlete, I'm not ah heavyweight um about to "pull my hair out"I can't even do that cause um baldheaded.
put ah lil' sugar in it.
there are those who gloat in my diabolical predicament,
put ah lil' sugar..
Son, please don't look at me with that cold stare and judge me when I twist the cap, pour a glass, and tilt my head gently.
Just know that I'm searching for a little relief and peace of mind. Unfortunately, in this world, peace can be hard to find.
No excuses! But life has a strange way of unfolding in all kinds of ways. It's going to test you, tempt you, beat you down, and humble you every day.
So, bolster up, my boy, and get to know the Most High. As you go through life, you’ll see and feel some unpleasant things, I won’t lie.
But there are also many beautiful things, like you. So always stay genuine, treat people right, and stay true.
I stayed away from the funny cigarettes, pills, powder, and needles. I'm not proud of my lil' nip, and I pray to the Most High that you never get involved in any of that as you face life's riddles.
So, son, don't look at me with disdain when you see me take a lil' nip. Just know I'll be back, but for now, I'm taking a quick lil' trip.
The elderly couple enjoyed a lovely meal with their dear friends.
The two old ladies get up to do the dishes when the meal ends.
The two men chat, one tells of a restaurant he could recommend.
They had a really nice meal last night, good food not much to spend.
“That sounds great” said one “What’ is this restaurant’s name?”
He thought a while, searching his memory trying hard, but in vain.
He said, “I can’t think, what is that flower the one that makes a chain?”
Oh, said his friend I’m not sure, Is it a daisy or should I think again?
You smile. I guess this means I’m on the right track, did I get it right?
That’s it!“Hey Daisy he called “what’s the name of the place we went last night?”
Same couple planned a dinner. Daisy went to buy sauce for stroganoff.
Asked an employee where it would be. He replied, “I’ll see” and walked off
He didn’t return so she asked another, and she replied, “I’ll see” and went to see.
Daisy was tired of waiting for them to return and found it herself in Isle C .
The lil chocolate chip
Was lost and alone
He just wanted a place
To finally belong
He saw a candy bar
And though it was home
He had to runoff but
Still ends up alone
While he searched around
With tears running down
Lots of chocolate chip steps that
Made him look like a clown
But low and behold
He stumbles across
A beautiful plain cookie
Who made him the boss
In but a few notes in the seventies, I recognized The Beach Boys
Little Ole Lady from Pasadena inspired me to push petal to the metal.
I had never wanted to be in California, and now I wanted to live there.
Thanks to Surfer Girl, Good Vibrations, Kokomo, Wouldn’t it be Nice?
I am singing along, with my windows down, my hair flying in the wind.
These boys keep the happy beat coming, incorporating a bit of jazz
California Dreamin, Surfin Safari, Dance, Dance, Dance.
I am surprised to notice I am going a hundred miles an hour now.
Brian, Dennis, Carl, Mike and Al should be paying for my speeding tickets
I still drive ninety miles an hour to Little Ole Lady from Pasadena.
There's my lil kitten!
Sittin' cozy in my mitten
Too tuckered out to play :)
Don't think she'd fit in a glove
(And I'm too gentle to shove)
So I'll go without mittens today
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jan. 11, 20223
To the rhyming tune of "Little Miss Muffet"
(This cat caper is purely fictional, not based on an actual event)
"Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
As quasar mixes the starry dust,
a newly formed planet en route’s a must;
new universes revealed beyond black holes
captivating stories are yet to be told.
Tiny newborn sails saturnian seas,
a Venus flyby in Saggittarius is a breeze;
absolute magnitude in glimmer sails on by,
soon new space he will occupy.
Whoops! Now dodging meteor shower,
a bruise or two won’t slow his power;
he’s on his very own spiritual quest
for new horizons where he will rest.
He’ll take his place amid the fold,
his travel stories yet to be told;
to tinier planets that he will meet,
he’ll even brighten eclipsing binary.
He’ll take his place in man’s Ephemerides,
oh the astrologers he’ll guide with ease;
to alter man’s future by their birth stars,
providing them with fascinating memoirs.
No planet in any galaxy,
will mess with this star’s alchemy.
He’s on a mission, this tiny young one,
his planetary cycle for millennia will run.
When you spy him there in your glass eye,
be sure to shout, “Hello, Goodbye”,
as he races across your galaxy,
you’ll marvel at his pageantry.
A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
But at registration,
Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall".
I've seen the by-product
of alcoholic parents
not my own
but some folk I love
Those whose souls
cry out from a childhood
of
Poverty
Humiliation
Being Ostracized
Anger
MIXED AT THAT!
Black and White
Where I come from,
a formula for torture
not black enough
not white enough
Living in the ghetto's
of San Francisco
leaves that adult
by-product
in a messed up way
~Ms. Affection - March 17, 2021
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