Long Fiddlers Poems

Part 17

a kitchen drawer filled with throwaway lines
taped across the raw spots
itching festering inquiries eh inspector
asking the unavoidable
if we know how we got here
there's a better chance to know
where the fated flatulence we are going
if...

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Mary was ten and she adored flowers, and she had three pretty sisters;
But, she never could make a garden grow; like stars, losing jade glitter.

Sisters Sarah, Martha and Alice spoiled Mary, for she was the...

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April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.

April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore...

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Just to warn anyone who reading this I do NOT claim to be a poet. Nothing in 
here rhymes or anything. Just some crap I wrote. I know the devil thing is a bit 
over...

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In December (On Life’s Calendar)

My golden years (am I a fool?) span each day of my life,
their lustrous sheen uncompromised by friends that time’s embraced,
friends’ vacuum’s ghost (their memories), seas’ ripples laps,
the symphonies spent lives...

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Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too;
As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue.

The king was well loved and jolly, with the queen, always by his...

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I established a rapport 
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an asterisk
an army of monks couldn't keep me pure
laughing all the...

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Blond girl on a wheelchair
Eleanor. Motor Neurone her destiny
Purple eyes looking up to the hill terrain
From the shade of her preferred tree

Immobile limbs, travelling dreams
Silent thoughts flowing with the east wind
Up to the peaks scented...

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Saturday Farmers’ Market 

Here’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market:
shoppers all ages, clothing, and races,
parents push bundled babies in strollers, 
children dash eagerly through the crowd. 
Others meander to and fro, seeking 
new food...

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And memories still linger 
memories of choruses of swindlers
singing melodies 
in criminally inclined rhapsodies
minimally inspired to stop the crime
i floundered, yes i fumbled 
and practically watched them
making off with time
mostly mine, some of it pilfered
some...

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Up for grabs are looming sapidities of a summer summit.
Prompt as forecasting device, keen as cropland mice, 
trying to surpass oscine elves turns out no dice. 
Wondering how these yummy yodelers telepathize herself earliest, 
the...

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The dancing pardners, dressed in dungarees,
With checkered shirts, and Stetsons, boots and spurs,
Are at a wedding. Joy the bride now asks
The band to play a tune that she prefers.

The fiddle music made 'em tap their...

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The dancing pardners, dressed in dungarees,
With checkered shirts, and Stetsons,  boots and spurs,
Are at a wedding. Joy the bride now asks 
The band to play a tune that she prefers.
 
The fiddle music made...

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Once upon a midsummer’s night,
I dreamed a dream of horses white,
of Billy goats and little fishes-
of dogs and cats and childhood wishes.
I dreamed of a dragon living by the sea,
and of the child I used...

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Original nursery rhyme ~ Old King Cole

“Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers...

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Touching to sea essence with their noses
Old men  by the seashore
Sails up flags waving goodbye
Gulls laughing
Don Coto's Face brown and wrinkled
Smiles from ear to ear
Prepares for the voyage to gather bounty
From the land the...

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Pinocchio politicians
got long nose ambitions
Pirate patch parrot thoughts
in the bosom
keel dereliction decisions
Gender gypsy tramps bought,
paid horizontal submission
Whore whispers being said
Global security is premature burial 
on a bald eagle spread bed ... 
squirting liquid lies: moo...

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On the first of May we celebrated,
Our rural town consisted of Europeans;
From Britain, France, Sweden, Finland,
And Canada, it was a community day.
    Dancing, singing,
    Fiddlers, bagpipes;
   ...

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Trouble left alone hurts no soul
Endowed with enough wisdom
To score no own goal
When trouble turns vicious in the kingdom 

Where trouble finger on the trigger of his machinegun
Slays intruders by the dozen
If wisdom devices from...

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Within the Hotel, all were at rest,
All except one, one lady guest.
This lady asleep, swiftly awoken,
by something unique, her slumber was broken.
The lady sat up and guess what she saw?
'Twas a band set of ghosts,...

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The train to Boston goes clonkity dong, clonkity ding,
and ever the handy hack Gershwin takes up
the rhythm and makes it sing.
Rhapsodic rhapsodies in jazz mode
stomp among the carriage silverware and glasses,
makes them tink, jitter and...

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Are you sleeping, brother John?
The cock doth crow, to let you know,
if you be wise, tis time to rise.
If you see a barber, shaving a pig, 
ask how many hairs to make a wig.

This is...

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Come fill your glasses to the brim with good ole Irish ale
Then listen to my story lads, it’s quite a stirring tale.
Our kith and kin were barbarous when pirates ruled the waves,
They’d terrorize the burly...

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I see the horizon turn purple on your skin
As the sun sets slowly from our sight
And now our last song begins

The birds have flown from somewhere within
Parting in violet air with the advent of night
Our...

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There a guy with a fiddle in Tucson town
Known by everyone for miles around
He been around the corner, and back
Eighty eight years old, and that’s a fact

 He’s stays active by riding his bike
Seven plus...

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