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7/6/17
This isn't yarn
Here to pull your card
And strong-arm
While causing you harm
Go ahead and reach for any alarm
You will still be darned
Near or far
From any star
Barn
And farm
It wasn't hard
To see through what you consider 'charm'
On either side of the fence and yard
You'll be gone for good with no regard
Onto a much bigger scale
Regardless of the ships have already set sail
They will tuck in their tails
And fail
Up and down any trail
Because I'm not going to let them prevail
Even if they try to bale
With some kind of pail
It will be to of no avail
I've got more than the urge to
Turn you
Into bird food
Before, during and after curfew
I am Li from the East
Not the the martial artist
I am half-Asian
Raised in Appalachian
I love to cook
Selling in any nook
I push and pull a cart
Honest from the bottom of my heart
I cook street food
Spook and hook so good
I fry squid balls, chicken and krill
Or saute soft meat and grill
I play as I cook
And can tell stories out of the book
Just watch me and listen after I shook
I can also say how you look.
Have you heard the story
Of the dressed chicken in Hickory?...
A brood of chicken, a century ago
Arrived on the shore after crossing the briny sea of Santiago
It's a place in Chile
A land of beauty and wonders of simile
Around four hundred sixty-nine birds gathered
Different ones, condor-fathered
Big and small sizes like baguettes
Greeted the flock of chicken as nuggets
Chickens as birds with colored feathers
Envied for their tiny feathers
One chicken was asked,
"Why are you dressed when basked?"
"Your question is not funny...
It is an irony!"
The chicken said with a broken heart
Inside its chest is a burning heart
Adding, "Dressed is when I get decapitated
Breathless and emaciated."
"Oh, that's hideous!"
Said the greeter so conscious.
"What else do you want to know?..."
Asked the chicken who was mocked with blow.
"Nothing more," said the greeter
"Sorry for being a tweeter!"
Now you know the story
Of the dressed chicken in Hickory!
Dressed chicken from anywhere
From Santiago to everywhere.
Ogden Nactyl
It's hard to keep your dignity intactyl
when confronted by a pterodactyl.
In Praise of Toms
Dorsey, Dooley, Sawyer, Thumb -
names for Tom are never dumb.
Gracing the arc of history,
it was Tom who declared us free.
Unfortunate Math History
When Euclid visited the square,
he brought his straight edge there.
Descartes wasn't so encumbered
but his days were numbered.
Every Egg
Every time an egg is fried,
it's so difficult to decide
over easy or over hard,
and, so, in this regard,
my conscience is my guide.
Sometimes a Nut
Considering a hot fudge Sundae,
or a delightful fruit parfait,
I ask myself the question, "What...
would this be without a nut?"
Every One of You's a Nut
It takes each one of you to make a whole
as you mix together in a bowl.
Almond, cashew, peanut too,
It's not the same without any of you.
I proudly say and shovel you in my gut,
every one of you's a nut.
El Condor Nutty
Apologies to Paul Simon, and apologies to myself,
pacifist, vegetarian, and slave to rhymes.
I visited my trusty tool shed,
where I heard a voice that softly said,
"I'd rather be a hammer than a nail".
It's words like these that move me without fail.
So, I sharply struck that nail upon its head.
For exercise, I took to my feet,
and heard, "I'd rather be a forest than a street".
As I briskly continued my walk,
I hoped these things would not keep up their talk.
Then I ordered a burger for a bite to eat,
and said, "I hope you're a happy piece of meat".
Dyson Duckworth
Dyson Duckworth cleared the air...
of impurities no longer there,
so filthy and so foul.
What's this to do with the price of waterfowl?
Go ask a wise old owl.
* This is the continued story from my Haiku ...Where is my food? About Woody the Woodpecker.
So, hungry Woody the woodpecker was yelling at the empty feeder for food:
Clearly that day, he was not in the greatest mood!
I was held up with a health issue, so a friend went to buy the suet block
I am not sure what happened, but he picked a box of many in stock!
Then, the cashier couldn't ring up the bar code, you see...
And imagine this...gave this long box to my friend for free!
I was surprised I ended up with a box of 12 suet blocks inside!
So no worries now, Woody has plenty of food to replace outside!
He talks a little different tune, when he arrives with food there too
- I take that as a happy Thank You -
Heidi Sands
11/3/22
My wife found a grocer that opens from 6 to 7am for seniors only before serving the general public. And I kid you not. Yesterday, on an early morning mission for my wife to purchase mustard greens, I was in the checkout counter at 6:35am, and I must have been home by 7:15. Nevertheless, this is not about my wife or her mustard greens.
Emptying my car of groceries, I suspect he/she saw me first because when I saw him, he was halfway up my front lawn. Occasionally, I will see them in groups and rather interesting for observation but not today. Today, he was alone for reasons yet unknown, and he seemed to feel that he belonged. It's more uncommon to see the likes of him than a bird or cat or dog, or a squirrel. This creature of the featered family was busy in search of a morning snack and did not appear to be on the wrong track. No. In fact, he seemed to be very focused and paid me no mind. I say snack because one would think food findings to be much easier in the wilds than to think of finding a real nutritious meal in such human places. Perhaps this gentle creature is wiser than me.
Anyway, he continued across the edge of my neighbors' lawn, and I proceeded with my morning tasks, losing interest in my early morning friend, the turkey.
However, since he is now my friend, I must advise him to not visit these parts in November.
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This amazing red headed woodpecker has a solid rat-a-tat-tat
Creating a bit of interest from my well-fed old cat
Shark stops stalking my cardinals which are way too smart
And begins staring at the oak tree with the loud sounding bark.
A robin takes advantage and swoops in for a tiny bite of kibble.
Shark lunges at her, but misses by a mile and a middle.
If he did not have such a tummy, he might have done fine.
Wrens begin swooping in, flying in a hilarious avifauna line
The birds are winning today, thanks to the distraction made
By the loud red headed woodpecker in this everglade
The sparrows are eating bird food not paying attention at all.
Shark makes a tiny leap, but his corpulence is his downfall.
The birds have won, once again, outsmarted my cat.
This is no surprise, and due to his tubby chubby fat.
He used to be spry, but he is old now like me.
I smile at the woodpecker, who is content as can be.
As I awake I hear singing coming from the window Opening up the blue curtains I see trees swaying in the breeze Looking closer I see a bird's nest Little ones waiting for breakfast Where is mom with their food Here comes mom with breakfast in bed
At the end of a busy day before I hop into bed I must check out the window for my little new friends They have been tucked into their bed of twigs Now I must be tucked into my bed of soft blankets
Each morning I awake to singing As the weeks go by the singing is getting louder The little ones are getting bigger They are getting a beautiful feather coat
Today I awakened to no singing I ran to my window and tore open the blue curtains The nest was now enemy My friends had grown up and flown off The mama bird sat looking at me We both felt sadness as a tear ran down our checks
Date Written:7/20/2021
Finding Your Muse Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
On sunny days I’ll take a walk
If lucky I’ll espy a hawk
I find delight in azure sky
The seagulls are all flying high
I’ll wander all along the coast
It is the place I love the most
A flapping wing will catch my eye
The seagulls are all flying high
On sandwiches I like to munch
I sit down for a picnic lunch
My sandwiches the birdies spy
The seagulls are all flying high
The birdies squawk and down they swoop
My hair gets splattered with white poop
They steal my lunch, and off they fly
The seagulls are all flying high
N/A in Try A New Style - Something You Have Never Or Hardly Ever Tried Poetry Contest
I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN A KYRIELLE BEFORE
06/05/20
Farmer Fred lives down the road,
And one day as I was ambling by.
I heard him singing about a toad,
And how it had pooped in his cherry pie.
Now this serenade seemed odd to I.
So, shouting out to Fred I said,
“Where is this toad, who dumped a load, in your cherry pie?”
Fred retorted with this cryptic reply. “The toad is dead!”
The toad it seems had hopped away down the pathway.
When an old red tail hawk swept down from a pine.
Clutched him in his talons strong, then flew on up and away.
Landing on a maple limb, that hawk proceeded to dine.
Now these are the facts of the case or the crime.
Fred recounted the tale over a piece of key lime.
O Turkey My Turkey are you about done?
You’ve been in the oven since way before dawn
The people; so excited are waiting and waiting
For every bit of deliciousness that we are plating
Mash potatoes, gravy, cranberry, yams,
Green beans, Mac and cheese, and so much more
All waiting for you and stuffing to come thru the door
O Turkey My Turkey all tender and brown
You are finally ready; for us to gobble down
All of your goodness is gone with such flair
Nothing left but a carcass and so much despair
O Turkey My Turkey what have you done?
We’re almost asleep and the days barely gone
Unable to relish the desserts of today
All because we had heaps of tryptophan this very day
Alas, we shall doze and soon we shall savor
Yummy pies, cookies and cakes with all sorts of flavor
O Turkey My Turkey, you have been so dear
But I’ll fall for another same time next year.
11/7/2014