Long Grinning Poems
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Likened to a bird flying
a small flower
the color orange
yellow candles burning
the color of gold
vanilla incense on a Sunday
A prosperous existence.
Likened to a flower swaying
a happy bird
the color purple
orange candles burning
the color of fire
cinnamon incense on a Monday
A prosperous existence.
Likened to a shining orb
a noble desire
the colors of the tropics
white candles burning
the colors that inspire
tutti fruit incense on a Tuesday
A prosperous existence.
Likened to a book
all its pages not yet written
the color of the unknown
green candles burning
the color of spring grass
gereanium incense on a Wednesday
A prosperous existence.
Likened to cool water
on a feverish day
the color of French blue
pink candles burning
the color of playful spirits
white sage incense on a Thursday
A prosperous existence.
Likened to a good meal
a together banquet
the color vermillion
yellow candels burning
the color of my picnic blanket
Heliotrope incense on a Friday
A prosperous existence.
Likened to a poem
grinning with plaubits
the color of my sky
ash grey candles are burning
the color of a stormy day
sandalwood incense on a Saturnday
A prosperous existence.
He flies into the living room, sans robe and crown.
He does not need them. We know who he is.
Flings off his shoes, throwing them in two opposite corners.
Starts howling because the socks are too tight again.
I offer to help.
NO!
I can DO It MYSELF!
In seconds he is in grandpa’s office, poking around in the worst place possible
Under the desk where the pliers, box cutters, electrical tape, and hammers are.
I hear him poking around down there.
“What are you doing?”
The poking noises stop.
He has found something.
In a couple of seconds he comes out carrying a glass jar full of money.
Grandpa’s coin jar.
He promptly dumps it on the living room floor.
My husband and I stand back, grinning from chin to hairline.
“Which one of us is going to go get that glass jar?” I ask.
Grandpa says, “Not me, I’m the favorite.”
I sneak up stealthily,
So as to not
Disturb the king.
...He thought of it for many days,
then went and bought a colt,
when Ma saw it, she railed and screamed,
her peace she could not hold.
Redmon had to sleep at the ranch,
in the big, long bunkhouse,
but it was close to his home so
he could keep an eye out.
His mother gave
silent treatment,
believed her words
were Heaven sent.
It left poor Redmon riddled with
a plethora of doubts.
It went like this for several weeks,
people kept getting robbed,
Redmon rode in one afternoon
from getting doggies bobbed,
and in the distance, at the home
strange horses he did see,
fear rose and he sprinted his mount,
Ttre across the prairie.
The door was wide,
inside the house,
he saw sister
without a blouse,
and two men standing over her,
grinning so lustily.
The colt flashed fast form his holster,
head-shot to the near man,
the other went for his pistol
and was quite fast of hand.
Redmon got another shot off,
but so did his damn foe,
the bandit took it through the neck,
collapsed, died in a choke.
Redmon was shot
in his left thigh,
mother ran out,
was by his side.
“They said that they would kill us all,
after they…well…you know…”
They sent for doctor and lawman,
and both were quickly there,
Doc said,”It missed the blood vessels,
there’s no need to despair.”
Lawman said,”Those are Allen’s boys,
they never were no good.
Should have expected they would take
anything that they could.”
Took them out,
and all were safe,
mother had tears
streaking her face,
said,”Please, you saved us all today,
move back in, if you would?”
He said,”Ma, I cannot do that,
I will carry a gun.
If you even again need help
just call, and I will run.”
And though his mother still would not
carry a gun herself,
she stopped condemning those who did
to a fiery hell.
She saw that God
made many paths
that all would walk
intil the last.
What path was chosen for Redmon
only time dared to tell.
I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.
The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.
Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.
A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.
A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.
I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt
Do not cry for me, for I am gone.
When my ashes are brought home
don’t place them on a mantel
between the tacky Hummel figurines.
No, tip them out onto the backyard
but be sure the wind is not blowing
into our neighbors open window,
that would not be cool.
I am not coming back
so check the wind once more,
or I might blow into the house again
and the dust-buster will clog up.
Do not look for me in the sky,
I am not there,
nor on or under the earth -
please really?
I may appear to you at night
if you lay with another man,
haunt you to your grave
if you marry again,
but that’s just me
and my insecurities.
I am what ash becomes
when sifted through
the harps of heavenly angels:-
I am a song in your heart,
the sparkle in your eyes,
the light beneath your smile
your shelter in any storm.
Also, I’ve the power to
trigger the cat
to pee in your bed
if you neglect
to dust the photograph
of my grinning mug.
Your only four feet tall and you got a red nose taunts the scarlet witch
"But I have antlers strong & sturdy and I can outshine a blood moon anytime "
You can buck your horns but you can't deliver you silly caribou, she teases
"I am a legendary luminous being of light and I can see very well, every night "
You should be returned to isolation, Santa wouldn't use you , you rangifer twit
(sigh) if must you know, I was teleported to the North Pole, chosen by Santa !
(Wanda the scarlet witch who was only trying to toughen his hyde
decided to transport him to Wundagore Mountain
to see if he could survive the mountain goats out there !
"W000, what the dickens am I doing in the alps ? Yoo hoo, Oh Santa ! "
She stirred the four winds & blew across the fifty seas ,then whispered
to Rudolph, " are we done yet ?"
"I'm a reindeer, not a moose " (though by now he appeared more to be
pretty dusty, tired & worn, he didn't let up and he didn't give in.
When Xmas Eve arrived, Santa's sleigh with its Light Detection spotted
Rudolph and scooped down to pick him up.
From way up there in that wondrous sphere Rudolph waved to Wanda
below, then realized she was grinning from ear to ear.
In her ruby red dress she looked radiant. Like the first day they met,
on a fantastical journey. To drink tea and eat burntys together.
By the light of His ruby red nose.
There it sits…
in the dark corner a hollow thing bony arms skeletal
Is it grinning
There sitting closer in shadow even in Light.
Black Eyes staring.
Things understand….
Unmoved.
EYES glow like cats in car lights
I wonder…
What are you!
A haunting vestige of hair, all teeth, and bone
Tumbling down past your shoulders
A dark thing of dark flesh…
Lost to void
A pool of light near your arm
It's daringly too close, fearing to see
too much too soon...
Light seems to retract?
Feeling your ice drift from you
from your hands
I ask you, “what are you?”
“Where have you been?”
“Where are you going”?
Skintight skull grinning eyes wide
a dark dialogue I devise
I want to pull you close but the fear is…
You were my ALL, in a former life.
My memories of us once
beautiful, bright, fleeting...
...now just dust drifting
Your soul is lost,
so is mine?
And only this thing
Sits & grins
sinisterly at me…
"love not the dead only suffer the living"
Anonymous
She strumpets all into the nights until
around her head the build-up's like fetid, gross cheese;
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still:
Lord! What miracle it'd be were she just a tease!
Her grinning face I loathe and never miss;
to greet her with a large and phallic pecker
delights her—but I swear to God on this:
that I felt then the extreme need to deck her
at the knowledge of her one-hundred lovers!?
Deceived by her (that wily Lolita!),
I curse then forswear her and flee for cover
vowing henceforth to shun that Medusa.
So with luck and some serendipity,
I abscond her wiles with no STD!
On white face of mirth, a joyance beguile
fooling around, in a paint smeared smile.
A yellow messy wig, dangling over head,
grinning beneath a nose, fake plastic red.
A weird costume, hands of fate designed,
in ludicrous comic role, normal life denied.
Punchline of nasty joke, crowds go all nuts,
but buried deep within, pain of unseen cuts.
Jocose of a jester, his balls of hope juggle,
making two ends meet, it's about struggle.
A mime layer of mask, hides a serious clown,
trapeze rises up, and a sky turns upside down.
Scattered stars descend , to a vastness of abyss,
he returns dancing, his flamboyant delirious bliss.
7th March 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Clown at the Abyss
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a witch with a grumpy face,
grinning in her shadowed place.
“Fire burn, and cauldron bubble,”
she cooks up mischief-- trouble, and trouble!
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Poet's Note:
Inspired by timeless folklore and Shakespeare’s famous chant, “Fire burn, and cauldron bubble,” I wanted to bring out the fun and eerie sides of witchcraft.