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Just a garden variety generic wordsmith
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma,
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a decoy
occasionally rocketing, outsourcing,
kickstarting, feigning
tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!
Life in the K9 corps
ain't so doggone ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish
ways, and truth be told,
I would rather be outwardly
hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
(threatened tubby slowly
strangled to death by bonafide vee
numb muss snakes, yours truly
screaming bloody murder,
viper esse scent chilly resembling
caduceus), and/or re:
peat head lee bitten
(till death do us part)
by vampire (weekend) bats pre
dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee
above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines bull heave -
meeting grisly demise, where prowling
hoodlums - vicious murderous electric
kool aid acid tested gang
infesting mean streets -
viz hit head hay be us corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
(think skidrow) role much
more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,
and sweat pouring directive hee
ping helplessness 'specially,
when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
accompanied by my grateful
dead cutting crew - on free
key Friday the 13th
assigned directive to man
the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
donning head to toe
bulletproof suit vests.
Nevertheless, yours truly fraught with
horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
challenging, enduring, and grueling
than surviving training
undertaking associated
with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
earned linkedin prestige
joining: Raiders of United
States Marine Corp,
Green Berets United States Army
Special Forces, or Navy Seals.
Professor: Setting is inducing trust that as a writer you are not volatile, nor giving lesser detailed thought about those knick knack, mundane also. can you give me an example Johny?
Johny: Certainly , can I ask the narrator type?
professor: say, camera setting...
Johny : genre?
professor : prose poem, light hearted or serious, both will do.
Johny : here you go....I bought floss and Hydrogen per oxide from the nearby pharmacy. I wanted to pick up my medicine too, but they were reluctant, altogether, seemingly so. I had to bypass.
professor : why so?
Johny: the only audible sound was a song..."when you say nothing at all."
Surely , verily a cranky setting! tired too!
As the counseling session was declaring, they begin as a parent asleep, raise them up asleep and send them to school asleep. Dreams ahoy!
. Ahoy the Horizon White trails behind
. engine roaring splashes applauding
. eyes watch foam never the helm
. queries gather effects on loan
. cause forgotten echoed in foam
. ripples arc out arrowhead widening
. time for fun don the water skis
. dragged behind a trailing spear
. leap side wake surge way outside
. building speed rope stretched taut
. flying back in knees crouching
. up and over flying with ease
. JUMPING THE WAKE
. bumpy landing arms hit waves
. balance back swinging round
. ripples fade surface clears
. past now awake steals the moment
. splashes settle meaning re-surfaces
. reactions loosen perception deepens
. cause returns etched on heading
. helm grabbed tight wake behind
. nothing to prove nothing to chase
. calmness installed ripples quelled
. All ahead full The Wake's in flight
Mousy was a little mouse. He had a mousy tail.
And Mousy had a giant friend named Francis.
Who’s a whale!
Now you might wonder how a mouse
could be friends with a whale.
Well, Mousy Mouse was a mouse
And he knew how to sail!
For Mousy was born on a sailing ship.
Far, far out at sea.
And having been born a sailor,
What else could he be?
The sailing ship was a mighty one !
With sails tall and white.
And Mousy would stand on the deck
And watch the stars at night.
Now Francis was a great big whale
Who came up once for air.
He looked up at the ship
and saw Mousy standing there.
"Hi there little mouse! Ahoy!"
Francis called up from the sea.
"The waters great this time of night!
Come down and swim with me!"
"I'd love to swim with you great whale!"
Mousy shouted out with glee.
"My name sir, is Mousy Mouse"
"And what might your name be?"
"My name is Francis. Francis Whale Write!
And now that you and I are friends,
Come swim with me tonight!"
"And so I shall!" cried Mousy.
And he dove into the sea.
They swam around for hours!
It was quite a sight to see.
They swam and swam and swam some more.
Till Mousy finally said,
"I really should get back on board.
For I must go to bed!
Then Francis sighed a little sigh
And said "I understand.
"But your down here while the decks up there!
"I best give you a hand."
So he sat little Mousy upon his giant tail,
Gave it just a tiny flip
And through the air he sailed!
Mousy landed on the deck.
As easy as you please.
"Thank you!" cried out Mousy Mouse.
"For swimming round with me!"
Francis said “that’s quite all right,
We must swim again someday!"
And that’s how they became friends
And still are to this day!
Form:
( To a fellow local poet, Susan Booth, who is taking a sabbatical)
Blank page or white screen champing at the bit,
both restless for the whip of pen or key
mind struggling for a word or phrase that fit
the image that the inner self can see.
Sometimes one finds the pitcher leaves the well
with nothing to inspire, no flame, no growth,
on other days it seems one is on fire,
the mind alive, the soul, or sometimes both.
A poet's voyage often is alone
so fellow wordsmiths are a welcome sight,
the flags they fly different in style and tone
their cargo thoughts, emotions or delight.
Set sail soon, your Muse dictates your tack,
where we in safe harbour welcome you back.
when the coolness of spring
begins to fade,
in the wake of rising heat
in early April in north Indian plains,
and the golden wheat crops
shimmer in glade,
flowers of different hues
begin to lose their bright sharp sheen.
the dry, pale yellow and brown
dead leaves of most trees,
shed themselves off one by one
exposing the bare branches,
ahoy!! soon thereafter
the nature’s miracle can be witnessed,
if one looks at the bare dry branches
a bit more closely.
suddenly they seem to be covered
with growing tender green leaf-shoots ‘n buds,
and slowly begin to swing
in the gentle breeze like coy maidens,
taking cover behind each other
they nervously glance around to check,
they have not been seen naked
in their act of changing their attire
by any stranger.
when the flower-laden branches
of mango and other fruit trees
gently dance in the air,
to sweet notes of the cuckoo’s song
attracting butterflies ‘n insects
to their flowers,
and what a surprise to see
not so long after
the sudden evolution of flowers
into small unripe green fruits,
which promise to become
sweet ‘n juicy
in the growing heat of
the engulfing summer.
the morning cool and gentle breeze
rapidly starts to convert itself into,
a hot, biting, dry, strong westerly wind
as the sun simmers
agonizingly close ‘n longer,
everyone gets nature’s signal
to search for shade and cool greens
for solace, before the heat saps up
whatever energy is left in the living beings.
27.5.2014
The Piratess of Love
(Children's Verse by Joan Donnelly Ellis)
If I could have my way today...a good pirate I would be
I'd wear a patch o'er my eye and sail the fickle sea
Rescuing ships and crews from wicked pirates that pillage and destroy
My Mom says I'd be called a Piratess 'cuz I'm a girl ...I'd name my ship Ahoy.
My crew would be courageous and skilled with dagger and sword
We'd turn in all murderous looters and equally share any received reward
All ocean inhabitants would come to know us as their trust-worthy friend
And might even help us in our goal to bring sea wars to an end
Yes if I could have my wish today I'd dance the hornpipe on deck each dawn
And with my royal crew we'd sail the blue singing ballads and joyful song
Warm wind on my face; warm water surrounding me.
Off the coast - blue sky above - a ship sets out to sea.
Nothing I have ever done could be as nice as this.
Dance, swim with dolphins, sightsee, shop or laze in bliss!
Entertainment’s everywhere; excitement fills the air.
Rest; revive; rejoice! There’s something for everyone.
Food is limitless, and so are the ways to have fun.
Underneath the sun you can chase away your blues.
Land Ahoy! How I hate to leave my ocean cruise.
Written Jan. 7, 2015 (This was ABSOLUTELY the most wonderful vacation I ever had!! My first and only cruise, back in 2000)
Aye agreed
and did promise to pledge troth
faster than greased lightning airspeed
once the missus temporarily
ceased menarche regarding monthly bleed
became in family way with child
thee eldest, whom one day may breed
opting out begetting offspring
later versus schooner, I must concede
first born proactive with beau
raising one or more progeny
sprouting like loco crazyweed
hypothetical kin unschooled,
viz no particular
race, religion, creed...
cuz unlike das papa,
she carefully plots
being University of Penna degreed
shipshape smarts anchors ahoy mate
well seasoned life, yes indeed
unlike me willy cocked,
limp bizkit primed to hawk kitty
then future spouse did not intercede
once peppy begged, connived,
dictated tug get freed
birth control neither I,
nor missus did heed
sowing wild oats courtesy yours truly
didst adeptly beg, burrow, knead
mini straw nee
testosterone totally tubular
lil trouser snake proceed
letting call of wild take lead
tube (steak king claim for fatherland)
heady after slurping boot legged mead
wharf four hide hid bungle exceed
ding whacking thru jungle of lady love
until...making head way
verboten fruit fricasseed
stifled unnatural prime mate years
pent up sexual urge, thus did supercede
pitched, hitched, ditched
libido in throes of monkish celibacy,
procreating analogous to filigreed
custom made jewel,
thence sore relief yours truly did need
at seminal moment ejaculating seed
with snoop doggy dogg speed
generating prickly heat
inducing ***** fied stampede
appetite for reproduction
essentially kitty feed
bubbling self cleaning oven
after getting soused asthma gumweed
glommed, where male member
tiptoed thru tulips
playing biological equivalent
risque business "Russian roulette"
pregnancy eventually guaranteed.
There’s a man lives in my house
He’s as quiet as a mouse
I’ve never ever seen him
Don’t hear him move about
He doesn’t seem to eat
And he doesn’t drink my beer
But though no floorboard ever creaks
I know that he is here
I don’t know where he hides away
Don’t see him come and go
How does he lurk so silently
It seems I’ll never know
I almost don’t believe in him
My sanity Kaput?
I’m sure he has a missing leg
Or maybe just a foot
But there’s no peg leg pirate
Who aims to cause me fright
No ‘Ship ahoy’ or Jim lad’
Is whispered in the night
It’s no long dead seafarer
Who dwells invisibly
My evidence is tangible
As real as you and me
There’s no sign of prosthesis
Perhaps they cost too much
But any man with just one leg
Should have at least a crutch
My wife tells me I’m off my head
But I’m no loopy liar
For every day I find his sock
In my tumble dryer