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Grab a crab, nab a snack.
Crack a claw, smack a stack!
Mayo mellow, a silky spread.
Ham piled high on crusty bread.
Salad stacked, crisp and bright.
Every mouthful is pure delight.
Best darn sandwich you've ever seen.
Packed with pickles fresh and green.
Watch them crab claws — They're set to go!
Grab too late? — You'll know your woe!
Toasted, roasted, golden brown.
Best darn snack in town, hands down.
Crunch and munch, chew with cheer,
Grab another while you're here!
Hands have fingers; crabs have claws.
Both love lunches—that's the cause!
Faces has smiles; claws have jaws!
So grab a crab and catch a snack.
Smack your lips and whack it back!
(Friend) "Okay dear. Can you hear?"
(Lady) "Yes. Yes! Of course I'm here!"
(Friend) "Your husband is on to second tee."
(Lady) "No. I haven't had my tea."
(Friend) "What a hit! Woah! Ho! Ho!"
(Lady) "Yes, my garden needs a hoe."
(Friend) "Oh no! You've misheard."
(Lady) "You want a cow? We've got a herd?"
(Friend) "Oh. That'll go down in golfs history books!"
(Lady) "I said cows. We have no bucks!"
(Friend) "Phoning you isn't working, I see."
(Lady) "Who? Who has gone to sea?"
(Friend) "We're not at sea! I'm a golfing peer!"
(Lady) "Aye! Southport has a lovely pier."
(Friend) "I have to go. Here's so and so."
(Lady) "I knit a lot. But do not sew."
(Friend) "Ugh... Don't you have a hearing aid?"
(Lady) "I used to be good at first aid."
(Friend) "My train is here. Bye, bye. Choo! Choo!"
(Lady) "He bit off more than he can chew!"
(Friend) "She sure brings out my fangs and claws!"
(Lady) "My name isn't Mrs. Clause!"
(Friend) "One more word and I'd have turned the air blue."
(Lady) "By patronising me, our chat he blew!"
(Friend) "Don't ever ask me to call your wife again PLEASE!"
(Lady) "Ha! Ha! Ha! I can imagine his pleas!"
Written 7th October 2022
For the "HOMOPHONE" Contest
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert
can we know the truth
was the question before Ludwig Wittgenstein
the thought pondered by all the great minds
philosophy, theology, and science could produce
and i have pondered all of this
then you enter the room
the smile you wear acknowledges within me
the love you bear for me
eyes that consume me in ownership
an Elysian meadow from which
i wander in the beloved moments
your hand joined in mine
outside of this plasma we share
the mathematics continues unfolding
can we know the truth, a single one
the Golden Ratio continues
yet the butterfly wings' omen
has never come to fruition of anything
such as the heavens awaiting you bring
Camus held life was meaningless
died another drunken fatality
proving some lives are meaningless
while others pursue highways
changing lives with an elucidating sobriety
it was in your essence i found the key to life
logic has filled many a potter's field
an infinity of complications to the equation
on-off ramps, cul-de-sacs, straightaways
claws upon the chalkboard at the necropolis
and the key was in surrendering to your lips
ending the barriers within of shattered hearts
leaving the cave of shadows
down the dark corridors
into the light you are
as your hand glides into my cheek
our eyes lock in an embrace
i have come to know God
never gives up His chase of Grace
blind fools who wake up and see
the angels have always been
walking with us
Oregon 10/23
Curiosity perhaps killed many a cat
For a cat it is an inquisitive brat
All life poor thing it shall rummage through trash
Spring on the dinner table and the diner might bash!
Famous might be a Tom cat for those famed nine lives
but not much help is that if in every danger it dives!
It's feline curiosity to crash-land it in trouble
for it tends to explore every kind of rubble.
Mr. feral puss for a fight and a wild-goose-chase.
Why forever look forward to yourself amuse and amaze?
In a cat basket he's likely to be struck with ennui
Perhaps his caretaker thought only of his fengshui?
His meowing screeching resonates in the valley
as he tussels with rival cats in the alley
Mr. Tom cat I tink I'll call you Mr. Sossy
but with feline femmes you're way too bossy
Wild and rough, with macho feral pride
I watch you tease and taunt in your typical stride.
No way is he kitty soft paws
Mr.sossy sure has the sharpest claws.
Sossy the tabby and fishy leftover fish pie
kissed the feline females and made them cry.
But my fav is my own cutie pussy darling so soft
even if she may raid the loft that's aloft
The Flower Seller
Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails,
She hop scotches a pirate on one leg,
Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows,
beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails;
Under an early Sun, fingers whir in a motion sweet,
directing an imaginary rainbow of colours to run,
In the trodden silk grass; marked in herbs and fallen pears, while!
Fragrant is a Jasmine breeze, as the Flower cart rumbles the street.
There is a nestling in the spoked wheel pink hue friction,
the dark pupil eyed horse gazes un-blinkered beneath its mane,
peers out of its global socket spooked; unsteady, unsure,
Amelias fingers fanned out now, a serene juxtaposition.
Crickets emit now, in the felt unseen heat, a high noted sonata,
For the flower seller, shes shaded, except from hot air thro her sandalled feet
The flower seller trudges onwards without a sale, while a balconied young Maid, sings solo to herself, a sweet half whistled performance, puccini’s cantata.
Morning becomes its distant day, roasted coffee bean aroma drifts her way,
On sweeping wings of African winds, her straw hat tumbles, she fumbles,
pitted cobbles win; the juggled disappearing bonnet, like a torn feathered falcon,
It dances on, chased by a ferrel Cat; sharp claws grasping, a prize for a stray.
Evening draws a shimmered line, above white horses, (eeing the never; time,
In the retreating back drop, wooded ; trumpeting bark of Stags brakes the stillness !
Rips out, the creeping-darkness, strung out like threads of unwanted faded garments
its left to time to dismantle this opera of thorns, of minutes and hours, her paradigm.
So, Amelia sits rests her sleepy head in the Flower sellers lap,
the subsiding pain, once again, counts the meagre gains,
those long past sensual moments, are floated on seas of tears,
sharp time dismantles us, falling petals on wrinkled skin, short on heartbeats within,
It is, dead quiet !
Day 1:
It’s early and I need my fix, berries or seed
I will fly next door but must watch for the monster
He is fluffy and orange and has claws, he tried to chase me
I will mock him, make all kinds of sounds, to scare him away
There he is, I land on his house roof and start singing
A doorbell sound, a siren, a screech, has he left yet?
I see a flash of orange run into the house, I won, ha ha!
I fly to the birdseed, whoa, I stop, there is a huge Blue Jay
I am beyond irritated, I squawk, dance and make a scene
Day 2:
The sweet lady comes out every morning with a huge beast
He tried to chase me one morning at the feeder, he is quick
I flew to safety, to the lilac bushes and hid in the bird house
I need to try again, there is so much free food, is it a trap?
I fly over even earlier to feed but there is another monster
He is black and white and stalks me, maybe I can attack him?
I decide to keep searching, I see another house I can try
I need to find new sounds to use for my feeding strategy
Alas, sweet berry suet, I rejoice with my many melodies!
7/13/19
Title chosen: The Mockingbird
Contest: Pick A Title, Vol 6- Personification Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Written: August 14, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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The wind remembers what I tried to forget—
a voice in the fire, a name in the rain.
I stood on the edge of the world I had built,
watching it crumble, stone by pain.
The dragon I drove was born from fire,
It flew through the dusk of my silent revolt,
chasing the ghosts I could never tame,
Its claws were echoes, and its air was dire.
I cast off the armor, I buried the sword,
but the war in my chest would not cease.
Each heartbeat is a drum, each silence a scream,
each tear a fragment of peace.
The sky opened wide as a wound in the soul,
And I leapt with no promise of ground.
The dragon dissolved into vapor and song,
And I fell where no chains could be found.
Now I walk through the ashes with wings of my own,
not golden, not whole—but free.
And the tears of the dragon still fall in my dreams,
But they no longer belong to me.
A life of love or pleasure
Emotions devouring darkness
They speak of faith, truth, loyalty
Following their hearts desires
Tasting each other's needs
Commitment two souls merge
Words loudly spoke in meaning
They share life, dreams for love
Their heart longs emptiness
Longs fulfillment of completion
Their being lust for touch
They come from different worlds
One wild,one need be tame
Beast of tiger,her claws sharp
Her lines light and fine tuned
She hunts the wilderness
Her prey, man of jungle she eyes
Man-eater her deepest desire
To find herself arms of her Lion
To be dominated in bondage
A little one plays along the side
But beauty of love as swEeeet'
as kittens grOWl'''''
Motivate
I have been carrying a planet on my back for so long, it’s still trying;
Because every time I make it to near the top of Mount Mind,
I am destroyed; taken from mine.
A seed falls from a leaf,
As a once upon a time witness,
To the being that was, or is, or could be me.
I am stood here waiting for a reason to carry on;
But I cannot carry a world when I stand alone as one.
So I will share my burdens with you all;
Help me to help another, or help another,
If you hear them call.
We all need good neighbours,
I must get to know mine,
But time flies!
People lose belief in everything,
Shaded beneath the mango tree.
Nothing even matters anyway; right?
I just cannot see a way into the light.
I cannot motivate, nor can I hate,
When all I feel is in view for you to rate.
I cannot motivate myself to improve my health;
I need help to find a better way to leave this Hell.
Eating better, but still smoking;
I would laugh, but I’m not joking.
Fictional love behind the steering wheel.
Driving force in need of being healed.
We begin again too many times to make a difference.
Waiting on your world too many times to be of any consequence.
I took control of my own life,
By taking down the fences.
Waiting on your world to change.
Your TV no longer shows happy days,
When I am in need of being mended.
Waiting on a world,
Whilst I am trapped inside your zoo.
Without loving words we will remain as two,
When we should be as one;
Not gone.
One thought, one mind;
A sign of the times should shine.
Sing the sad tunes and remain in the dunes;
The claws in your back has not and will not be removed.
Skin too tough to ever be just right.
Life is our basic instinct.
The caged minds hide all their sunlight.
One move, one fall and all this goes away;
Away into eternal night.
This is no time for wishful thinking.
This is the only chance I have to live this life.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
how beautiful is your beloved,
the one adored of your heart,
when she has returned from the meadow!
my beloved, my darling,
my heart longs to you love
for that is all that you created!
I say to you:
See what happened!
I came ready to trap birds,
snare in one hand,
my cage in the other
together with my mat.
all the birds of the land Punt
have descended on Kemet,
anointed with myrrh.
the first to come takes my bait.
its fragrance comes from Punt,
its claws full of balm.
my heart desires you
let us release it together
I am with you, I alone,
to let you hear the sound of my call,
for my lovely myrrh-anointed one.
My god, my lotus
The north wind blows
How pleasant it is to go to the river.
My heart longs to go down to bathe before you,
that I may show you my beauty in a tunic
of the finest royal linen,
drenched in fragrant oils,
my hair plaited in reeds.
I'd go down to the water with you,
and come out to you carrying a red fish,
which feels just right in my fingers.
I'd set it before you, while gazing at your beauty.
O my hero, my beloved, come and see me!
am I not here with you?
then why have you set your heart to leave?
why don't you embrace me?
has my deed come back upon me?
if you seek to caress my thighs
is it because you are thinking of food
that you would go away?
or because you are a slave to your belly?
is it because you care about clothes?
well, I have a bedsheet!
is it because you are hungry
that you would leave?
then take my breasts
that their gift may flow forth to you.
better a day in the embrace of my beloved
than thousands on thousands anywhere else!