Long Gobble up Poems

Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life 
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn 
Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off
Just as cricket life is simply...

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Now I don't know if you've heard
Of the Baked Bean competition
Where contestants eat as much as can
In just twenty five minutes

Up they lined ready to start
To gobble up these dishes
Standing by were huge black pots
Ready...

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That meanest looking old grey cat,
just cross my path, me ~ meaning that,
he'd crowd out all the fine cats play
to gobble up their food ~ then stray!

Then two doors down ~ a new guy came
quite...

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Solid gray skies
   Over daylilies trying to bloom
    Several different species so colorful
      Open only a day, live life to the fullest
   ...

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something inside of me tingles
pin pricks of excitement
a feeling i do not recognize 
i answer to no one for i am wild 
being tamed only by the the intentions and expectations of those i love
for...

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So yo’ farm masters
got yo’ phat attractive features
listed on public notice,
at da commodity trading display — touting you as
one fine looking hoofed creature

State Fairs have long been
4-H 401k 
good capital investment forays
Sow auctions are traditional;
if...

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I gobble up books of holiness
Hoping to find the clues to demystify this illusory mess
I do believe in my faith, to it I do swear abidance
I do believe in unity, in the fact that all...

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Have you heard about the Sandsquatch
That used to live below beach sand
Where it could spring out from its watch
And get the upper wing, or hand

To gobble up seagulls resting
Surprising them from where they stood
But often...

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If someday the tables turn
And i live a life of endless scorn
If my loved ones choose to leave
And their affections to another give
If poverty reclaims my pockets
And i shed tears to fill a bucket 

If...

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Cassius Crow

Cassius Crow was a big old bird
with shiny feathers, long and black.
his family members, near and dear
jawed at each other - clackity clack.

Cassius' flock nested in a wood
full of pine from old Monterey
and as...

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If I am not here to see
Let him in, my little chickadee
If the bell rings twice it’s a pair
Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair

If I don’t hear this little bird
He’ll fly away, not leaving...

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Wake up – Good morning, sleepyhead!
This bright day grows hotter;
Precious are the sun’s playful rays;
Ugliness doesn’t earn any praise;
Today, the flowers are a rare beauty that never dulled
I am amazed, I shall be bold.
Oh Father,...

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When I am an old man I shall wear purple
With a silk green hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on brandy and fishing poles
And panties made of...

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Shadows stretch, and hungrily


they gobble up the cold and homeless,


Joe and Mary shiver, searching 


street fronts for some sign of meekness.





Mary's pregnant, Joe is jobless,


faith and hope belie their plight,


all is dark, but wait, a...

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Shadows stretch, and hungrily


they gobble up the cold and homeless,


Joe and Mary shiver, searching 


street fronts for some sign of meekness.





Mary's pregnant, Joe is jobless,


faith and hope belie their plight,


all is dark, but wait, a...

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Cabal’s Cantankerous Carnival


Carefully they plot the final climax before midnight falls at summer tides

Anticipate what is brewing in the potty vessel of self-righteous ritual

Bellow the fire smack lips full of distasteful belief in merits of...

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Once upon a time...
The story now says,
Happy moments rhyme
Warm feelings this way.


Beauty in a cake:
Chocolate ganache,
Fiesta in a bake
With clever panache.


Feel your taste buds speak:
In wonder's surprise,
Mouth feel greets fond peak
In flavours so nice.


Word of...

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Shadows stretch, and hungrily
they gobble up the cold and homeless,
Joe and Mary shiver, searching 
street fronts for some sign of meekness.

Mary's pregnant, Joe is jobless,
helplessness their plight,
all is dark, but wait, a flicker
penetrates the inky...

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We sing our sixties folk songs 
And live in our Woodstock memories
Dancing to Cher’s Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves,
Hanging on to our excitement at surviving the seventies.

Peace is our sign, with love beads and Go Go...

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Shadows stretch, and hungrily
they gobble up the cold and homeless,
Joe and Mary shiver, searching 
street fronts for some sign of meekness.

Mary is pregnant, Joe is jobless,
faith and hope belie their plight,
all is dark, but wait,...

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An Orwellian Perception

“Don’t worry, the ‘Thought Police’ are with you.”
To bring stability, harmony, and tranquility
and hope for your offspring, fresh out of the fertility bank.
So be leery of persuasive genetic failures
who mate their genes for...

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Gold Leaf

Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished...

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She smiles like a mission statement—
all vision boards and decaf compassion.
Says she’s rooting for you,
then plants rumors like heirloom tomatoes:
carefully spaced, watered just enough
to grow wild in someone else’s yard.

You know the type.
Squeals I'd never
right...

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Lap up those fallen to the floor food crumbs,
you greedy dog
You love to set the table for three,
knowing there will be just one guest  —  you only
Home alone   ...  ...

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We belong to a local Mall Walkers Club
We meet every morning bout eight
A determined bunch of gnarly old farts
Who are trying real hard to lose weight

We're all different sizes and funny shapes
None that you'd call...

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