two milky way wrappers
how long have they been sitting here?
the paint has worn off the c and the v on this keyboard
wedged between keyboard and monitor is a small roll of toilet paper
I am such a pig
there is the washing machine oxygen powder
I wondered what happened to it
three notebooks and a sketch pad are propped up next to my typing fingers
three pairs of readers lollygag around here
I am such a pig
lollygagging is something I intend to do more of
because I am older now
many would say OLD
I despise that word
I lollygag here there and everywhere
pausing in between lollygagging to watch tv,
play word games, and play with my two dogs
wait a second.
Isn’t that also lollygagging?
Loving my retirement moments
I tried to lollygag this morning
but I had a doctor’s appointment and an EKG
and no one let me lollygag for two and a half hours
This infuriated me
aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope
Please do not ask your children to contribute to your family or the world.
Raise them to think they are entitled kings, queens, and princesses,
do their work for them.
Keep them lazy and spoiled, let them develop an attitude of entitlement.
It would be silly for you to expect them to do their share.
Let them lollygag around,
doing nothing while you sweep and vacuum around them.
Fix the meals, clean off the table, wash the dishes, while they watch TV.
Let them know that manual work is beneath them; it is better suited to you.
When they go to a job interview, do not be surprised if they are not hired.
People who have been taught to pitch in and help, readily spot the lay-abouts.
And they do not leap across the desk to hire them.
like a fat furry sassy cat
I lollygag in the sun
soaking up the rays
as if it is a love bath
as indeed it is
I hear quiet purring down in my throat
I meow my appreciation
in faerie village where I really should not be
I am hiding out inside a ripe red apple tree
faeries do not know I am here, said Lollygag Lee.
Due to great foliage, they cannot see me.
I do not say a word as a faerie runs by riding a duck.
Wait, maybe it is something else, I think I hear a cluck.
Faerie village is full of sights that in the real world we never see.
Scoot over, I tell my cousin, Lollygag Lee.
Pink plumeria, midst the boats.
Hibiscus buoyant in moonlight.
A Hawaiian sunrise, she floats.
In my teal eyes, a blinding light.
Fluorescent peak near New York Bay.
The studio lighting with ties.
A brightened set, no quiet quay.
Smiles big, as she chats with the guys.
Those ties lollygag, with fashion,
whilst their counterpart shows her smarts.
Big blue eyes batting compassion.
In their midst, she’s the ace of hearts.
a way to call a greater sky
into a drinking bowl
a way to call
while staying
inside
the odor of this
world eat world reality
your creature self
will sniff out
the scent
of an ungroomed holiness
turn the prayer on its back
expose belly
wriggle
where your tail
spins like a prayer wheel
lost bones will return
still rich with marrow
offer licks and loll
lollygag for a while
then
when you see
your original face
shining
behind the moon
yowl with gratitude
Someday
(I’ll Tell You How I Really Feel)
Miracle Man
October 27, 2023
Protesters are cowards who get things by force,
they scream and holler until voices are hoarse.
They game our system while burning our flag,
swiftly doing their thing, no time to lollygag.
Many current protesters are illegally here,
and to our rule of law they refuse to adhere.
It pains me to see what America’s becoming,
they should be exiled back to their slumming.
We move toward socialism at a rapid gait,
those here illegally we should quickly relocate.
Politicians allow entry just for their vote,
once change comes America won’t stay afloat.
We allow many in, who openly want to kill us,
but closing the border congress will not discuss.
Some bring their flags and cling to old ways,
looters steal from our stores and then set ablaze.
Protests force change in the absence of backbone,
sometimes, even leading to a riot full blown.
Most are thinned skinned and set in our ways,
but I love this country and pray for better days.
couplets and goblets are not costly or fine
doublets and snubblets are simply mine.
words parade in my brain and do their back flip.
Adjectives and adverbs give me a tiny bit of jazzy lip.
there is a cadence to my poem today I see right away.
The prepositional phrases are on top, getting in everyone’s way.
What about the nouns? Are they doing anything exciting, poet?
You mean the circus, monkey, clown, and popsicle throwing a fit?
Yes, there is a zoo inside my poetic brain today for sure.
My muse is throwing out words like lollygag, and cow pie manure.
I roll my eyes as other words come sliding out as if in the sea….
Who is writing this stuff? I no longer feel my ideas are from me.
My muse is laughing her petootsie off, kicking her legs in the air.
Verbs like swirling, twirling and flicking give her their holiday stare.
I swear to the mythology gods who live in the clouds above,
Writing down words all day long is something I truly love.
Life is quickly over
Be mellow and relaxed
Enjoy as much as you can
Savor the sweet smells, sights and sounds
Lollygag and frolic when you can
Lean into the moon, let her carry you away
be easy
Killer whales but do they actually kill?
Killer sharks; I have seen Jaws. I am a believer.
Killer bees. I do not want to know.
Killer cats? I can picture them now. Eating the heads off
Like they do with mice and voles.
Killer dogs?
Are you kidding?
Mine is sitting in my lap.
A Great Dane who outweighs me.
The only way he would kill someone would be if he rolled over on them,
Wanting them to lollygag and play.
Love doesn't dash, it loiters -
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments.
Love does't dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms.
So dally my love - lollygag,
lounge and we'll share breaths
and mess about.
Lying on a sunlit beach on a gentle June morning.
Remembering how to lollygag, feeling luxuriously lazy.
I hear a sigh as my heart slows down, and I begin easy breathing.
I am slunk in a lawn chair, enjoying the sun’s rays warming my face.
Once again, I have to re-remember how to enjoy myself,
To let go, and just be.
A seagull screams. I smile.
Tittering laughter carries from down the beach.
A young child.
I had forgotten how relaxing this is.
Every year I have to come back
In order to experience it, so I can remember.
My eyes begin to close.
My book can wait.
I need to just feel.
love doesn’t dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments
love doesn’t dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance?
and boastfully rude aphorisms
So dally with me my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about
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