Long Fender Poems
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My Puppy
Day one:
Haiku: always together // here puppy where are you boy // see her all alone
Always together
What went wrong?
Fighting for the pillow made of a feather
What went wrong?
Cuddled under cold weather
What went wrong?
Biting on one another
You two always belong
Playing with your brother
Barking to any song
Running around your dear mother
She felt something is wrong
Day two:
Haiku: Over his body // sad to see you went away // blood on car fender.
Today I see my pup alone
Where can you be?
I can sadly hear her moan
Where can you be?
Not stepping out of her zone
Where can you be?
Missing you, my puppy began to roam
My pup can finally see
You have left her alone
Letting out a howl, she is calling me
I ran out of my home
To see, my pup cry a tune so sadly
A pair, you left her alone
For her, I feel so badly
Now she has no one to take her bone
A bowl you to always share
A love for each other so rare
Both came with brown coat medium shaggy hair
I never knew a dog can deeply care
Who said life for a dog is fair?
Sad to know my pup knew she lost her pair.
Day three:
Haiku: Digging up a hole // my puppy smelled terrible // rest in peace, dad dig.
((I added a special 3-day haiku when my pup was missing ))
by: P.D.
Dee and Me
The years have so quickly gotten by.
They have stepped in-between you and I
The years have slipped quietly away.
You, it seems, have drifted further than they.
There is nothing left of what once was,
and I wonder why ?, and this is because
there are our two Girls, who are in need
and deserve not, because of our creed.
Because of our wrongs and bad deeds,
these may have planted the wrong seeds
in the minds of our innocent Daughters,
who, - upon this plane- stumble, falters
upon the paths they have chosen to walk.
With me, it seems, they seldom / never talk
about what it is they are truly feeling
so that they may let it go – know the healing
that comes upon the heals of totally expressing
the secrets, all that they have been repressing.
I have, for years now, wondered ?, what is your deal,
what is with you ?, what is this fate ?, in which you seal
my destiny – forever it seems – to live,
no matter what – to you, I did give
my all – from you, you have chosen to ignore
and behind us – me – you have closed the door.
From you, – it seems – nothing, this forevermore.
I wonder ?, what of our past do you remember.
On my Black Bird’s wings, on a Lincoln’s front fender,
above the mighty Grand, on top of mount Tamalpais.
Some of, all that was good my dear, but alas,
I fear, it is all gone to dust, lost forever.
Remembered ?, relished ?, I believe – never –
for animosity, harbouring to much ill will
drives what reason the reasons that kill
any memories of Hawaii, Florida, California,
Ontario, Ohio, Arizona, British Columbia,
all the good, that once was representative
of a life style I brought you into - to live.
Live beyond what once was, this I did give.
B .J. “A” 2
December 14th 2004
Driving home for a visit long overdue
along the NJ turnpike, the Delaware, straight away I flew,
down to Baltimore once more while leaning on the horn
scenery consistent and familiar with the road weather worn.
The exits looked unfamiliar, tolls now increased and gained
the road a little wider than before, the tally upward of insane
and backed up to the tolls and bridges - a bevy of traffic
causing wonder, what, where, when, why spoke vocal graphics.
Then three hours in I finally spied
the exit missed, in my surprise, I cried,
I ached from the journey, the drawn out highway slide
back tracking, at last, I again became home fried.
At any rate, there was the house at last
and out of the car I hurried fast,
greeted at the door, we hugged, we laughed
watching my parked car slide down the driveway path.
The short visit planned was now an extender
bumper and car creating a fender bender.
At any rate, there it was, fast moving,
speeding car, driver and insurance disapproving.
Julia Ward's contest - At any rate, it was fast moving
I am like a pretty jalopy that has accumulated rust
A proud chassis but with a droopy fender now
No one oohs or wants to purchase me now
Which is great for I am not for sale in any kind of way
My chrome bumper which was glistening sterling
Used to be a drum majorette for parades in the 40’s
I sit in an old farmer’s back lot now, hidden from the ones
Who have bought up land and are building pristine brick houses
There used to be a great-great-grandson who would jump inside me
Play with my steering wheel, honking the horn
But it has not worked for a long time
Critters live under my hood in the winter
I have become a shelter for those who need one
No longer a showpiece, not flashy or sassy
But I remember and I smile, as the critters seek shelter
Neither of us satisfied but it is a start sometimes.
The cello and I
we sustain
in each other
while we play
the melody
The violin caresses
my shoulder while
we execute the work
musical,
the double bass
squeezes
my chest
when together
we are in ensemble ...
With the tambourine, my fingers
and my hands do
frenetic
juggles...
the drums helps me
to beat up my
evils ... and to frighten
my fears...
The harmonica consciously
kiss me, kiss
while we are
on stage...
But it's the fender guitar
that plays me inside
in solo riffs that
inflates my soul
and makes me squirm
on wishes ...
evaporating my suffering,
all while
we fly high
feeling alive in music !
In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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as a GMO gluten
and monosodium allow
wing glutinate free
NON SPORTS fan, holy cow
a gentle fear shakes, rocks,
and trembles thru every dDhow
ting fiber of me one hundred
and forty five pounds (give or take a hun
dread ounces) finds me feeling
like a castaway
on an alien nation, none
share totally tubular,
where athletes revered
as holier than thou hook hen pun
which craft
this wordsmith doth shine,
and experiences the equivalent run
tooth ha goal post, and envision
me octogenarian widower papa
paying attaboy with "way tug hoe son"
or a similar comment,
which unasked for unsolicited praise
would be worth a ton
as if this bone a fide wordsmith
would cherish as a sentiment hard won,
which figurative convenient truthful
( Earth in the balance) tangent
arced geometric fender
to express gratitude
(nevermind their gender),
who unwittingly boost and tearful lender
my morale doth render
akin to a spender
for anonymous readers,
yet moost likely an appealing sender
via flattering comments,
an emotional legal tender
this sensitive chap also makes apologies
(and steers clear) ass king for any alley byes
unwittingly me to refrain ushering my demise
hence...THANK YOU
unknown gals and guys
this honest to dog statement
summoned deep within me...noel hies
NOR NON FAKE
saccharine steeped sincere lies.
(KELOGBs)
Stop now, the challenge tag.
Your works are mere living snag
Bearing the giant cover flag.
Tracking down chances' wills
Exporting thy Awesome quills
Into many languages mills...
Someone using your head;
Imagine you lay your bed,
Another sleep tight dead.
In style comfortably-
To dreaming appreciably
Thy weird nights veritably.
As a smart team leader
Engaging virtual fender
Collate all engender.
Truly, it should be fine.
Hearts cheer gladly to assign
Bards' twine for tag's guideline.
Where all are for the same,
No one only dares to aim
Achieves without a team.
May thy labors be vain!
Who toys others' toils for gain.
Subscribing not their pains...
Let their lights become fright!
That with joy, sadness alight
To dwell faulty delight...
Design their vision's grave;
Timing piracy they crave...
Rare languages engrave!
Amen!!!
A chunk of ice fell off a car
As I was walking past.
With temps around the freezing point,
I guess it couldn’t last.
I must have been there when the weather
Inched to thirty-three;
In Fahrenheit, the freezing stops
At that exact degree.
And so that fender filled with ice
Had no choice but to melt.
When Nature is the dealer, well,
You take the hand you’re dealt.
The melting is the easy part to see,
‘Cause just one drip
Announces to the world that Winter’s
Lessening its grip.
What I’d like to observe instead’s
That moment, so precise,
When water leaves its liquid state
And reappears as ice.
We take for granted things like that
For science tells us why;
But there’s a little magic
We’d discover if we try.
Spree three quite legal vehicles at a four-way intersection by selection,
suddenly,
abundantly,
glaring,
blaring,
crashing,
smashing,
cooperating,
accommodating,
persistence,
assistance,
fender,
bender,
easy,
peasy,
surely,
truly, ...
"You had not responded, so sad God bless, *sonder."
*sonder: special (mindless to being ...)
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