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the silver framed reading glasses rest on the nose of a father
who’s lost in his novel as he sits up in his now love empty bed
he’s living a different life in the journey he’s taking as he absorbs
the black and white words that are full of color in his head
the tick-tock if his dad’s pocket watch is a reminder
that his own time is constantly chasing after him
and on the wall a giant’s silhouette is reading over his shoulder
that’s created by the single switch bulb that has also grown dim
he leans over and pulls down on the string attached to the light
and it swings like the pendulum on the grandfather clock in next room
as the wrinkles around his eyes help to ease them shut and after a moment
his dreams put him back into the journey that he wanted to resume
I’ve never been to Sicily, and yet
it’s always felt a part of me. Who knows?
Another life, another alphabet?
Alongside Archimedes, jotting prose
in Agrigentum I, with each vignette,
imbibing wine, as bitter as regret,
harangued the hellene farmers, stoning crows.
That Greek me – did I tend (as now) to get
frustrated when my verse was ‘on the nose’,
all too transparently in Homer’s debt?
But Italy’s a credible coquette,
more winning in her ways than we suppose.
Like Rhapsody in Blue’s smooth clarinet,
she captures us. We victims, in love’s throes,
admire her steely claws, as black as jet.
Written October 11, 2022
An angel all in white with a red handbag
Seven priests all in black clasp their hands in prayer
A girl sits on a stool with a wind up switch in her back
I touch my face but it feels like glass
An elephant stands on top of the world with just one leg
Two fishes dressed in black coats walk their pet balloons
A man stands on the nose of a plane before it crashes
A girl jumps off a cliff into the universe
Another falls from the sky with a clock and a bunny rabbit
A woman grasps on to a clock carried by a black bird
A businessman floats by with a briefcase and an umbrella
A woman in a white dress meditates under water
A boy sits on the edge of the moon gazing at the stars
Through the windscreen on an underwater highway a diver is seen following a shark
A lonely girl sits on the steps while a black cat watches her from the bridge
An astronaut gazes at the world at night through her window
A shark swims in the air through the forest trees
A woman in a black dress plays the violin while being swept away by a tornado
A girl in a pink dress is trapped under a glass
A man stands on top of a school bus while it plunges into the ocean
A bald eagle carries a piano on strings
A little girl jumps into a mirror floating on the sea
A woman floats away with a handful of butterflies just like balloons
The great bird feathered harpoon
Flung from one shore to the other
Soaring over the Caribbean green of Torch Lake
Flies at the bow of my speeding boat
Or should I say more accurately
I race on the morning frill of waves
At the Blue Heron’s pointing wing
20 miles per hour
On the nose
Skipping stones lake to sky to lake
How to explain why flowers trees and birds
And even man with her pyramids
Are driven upward?
The sun’s draw more powerful than the iron grave of gravity
Behold Goethe
The doomed mathematics of the boat beneath me
Opposed to this bird
Born free to fly in one with majesty
How I wish to be all of thee
The rising slopes stop my boat
Heron looks back
Glides atop and over the hills to Central Lake
As if he was but a trick of the wind
And me a sleight of hand.
~ kisses, kisses, kisses... endless kisses ~
Sensuous kisses are those many sweet and kind thoughts of you that I have very oft.
Intrigued Kisses are my eyes, at first glance of you, shining ever so gentle and soft.
Sexy kisses are all the long lost feelings that awaken whenever you come near.
Exquisite kisses are the elegant tones of my voice that only your ears will hear.
Sensational kisses are our wonderful times together without putting on airs.
Butterfly kisses are flying around my stomach each time we share our care.
Intimate kisses are the common qualities shared in the life we're living.
Endless kisses are eternally my pleasures when it's to you I'm giving.
~ Kisses, kisses, kisses... endless kisses ~ love and kisses,
hugs and kisses, Miss you kisses, ticklish kisses, hey hello
kisses, love blow kisses, Get well kisses, can't you tell
kisses, welcome home kisses, I'm going alone kisses,
long lost kisses, Oh, you found how much this cost
kisses, pouty kisses, howdy kisses, peck kisses,
neck kisses, what the heck kisses, first & last
kisses, it's in the past kisses, cheap cheeky
kisses, glad to meet kisses, Eskimo kisses,
air kisses, I don't care kisses, vampire
kisses, on the chin kisses, OK you win
kisses, forehead kisses, open mouth
kisses, bad breath kisses, kiss of
death kisses, wet sloppy kisses,
I forgot kisses, french tongue
kisses, lip kisses, sweet sip
kisses, tasty kisses, hasty
kisses, baby toes kisses,
on the nose kisses, hand
kisses, earlobe kisses,
lick and bite kisses,
goodnight kisses,
cheerful kisses,
tearful kisses,
happy kisses,
sad kisses,
I like you
"kisses"
~ kisses, kisses, kisses... endless kisses ~
Fish 'n' chips on the Clyde
Fish 'n' chips on the side
Fish 'n' chips with too much salt
Fish 'n' chips and watching boats
Fish 'n' chips and sunny clouds
Fish 'n' chips and funny crowds
Fish 'n' chips and ugly dogs
Fish 'n' chips without the smog
Fish 'n' chips and coffee cold
Fish 'n' chips where ice cream sold
Fish 'n' chips where joggers sweat
Fish 'n' chips on wet park bench
Fish 'n' chips where sea gulls swoop
Fish 'n' chips where sea gulls poop
Fish 'n' chips with nip on the nose
Fish 'n' chips with nip on the toes
Fish 'n' chips is rubbish food, but
Fish 'n' chips taste so good
Fish 'n' chips and mountain sides
Fish 'n' chips on the Clyde !.
Get the picture ?
"I have to get to Key West!"
Said Brian through the car window
To no one but the expanse of sea
Outside.
Though everyone in the car heard him.
"We're moving in the opposite direction,"
Said Jane, her eyes lowered to the wheel,
That sad, peeling, 70's green steering wheel
Too wide for modern cars, modern thought.
"It's okay, that's quite alright. Fine, really!"
Brian stammered, his ear pressed red
Against the seat belt.
"The stars will guide us regardless.
They know where I am meant to be."
The Midwestern gypsy picked-up that morning
(Her name tag read, "Panda," and underneath that, "Go!")
Finally opened her eyes and looked at Troubled Brian
Slouched beside her in the backseat.
"What's in Key West?" Panda asked, her eyes
Like slits of glowing oxygen.
"I don't know, Panda," Brian shifted for her,
His blazing focus prostrate and trembling now,
Just beyond her spherical scent of flowers,
"But I have one of those shaky, glass balls at home
With a lighthouse and a shack and a tree
Trapped inside all waiting to be glittered all up
With a good shake..." Brian had a fever,
(and Panda was now loving him underneath his madness)
"...and below the watery, glass ball is a fake, moss-covered,
Stone trunk with an engraving that says, 'Key West.'"
Brian exhaled like a hot air balloon as
Panda kissed him on the nose as they made the U-turn.
In the midst of a tropical forest,
At the mouth of a volcano at rest,
Surrounded by verdant hills not so high,
Bordered by lush trees gazing at the sky,
Lies Grand Bassin lake, reflecting the blue,
The seat of sparkling sacred waters true.
At this saintly lake, the soul takes its flight,
Engaging the senses in sure delight;
The pure clean waters shimmer crystal bright,
A haven bathed in gleams during daylight,
Reflect white shines of stars and moon at night,
Undulate with the gentle breeze at sight.
The serene cool gust, a tender embrace,
Whispers soft secrets of this unique place;
A fragrant floral scent mounts in the air,
Softly spreading in the space everywhere
Sweet perfumes of incense in the surrounds,
Leaving graceful smells on the nose around.
The songs of humming birds, a joyful sound,
Greet the ear as native life here abound,
Their melodies twine with whispers of breeze
On verdant leaves of tall towering trees.
And devotee`s sweet chanting voices so clear,
To spin a spiritual atmosphere.
The serenity of Grand Bassin site,
Amidst lush tress, to the self a delight;
The coolness of the sacred water's touch,
A blessing felt within and loved so much,
Washes away worries with gentle clutch,
Cleansing the soul that`s welcome without blush.
The taste of offerings excites the tongue,
A sweetish delight to both old and young,
Shared by devotees with a generous heart,
A natural flow of kindness, quite smart,
A simple steadfast spark of brotherhood,
Here where divine devotion ever stood.
At Grand Bassin, the heart warmly expands,
Embraced within these serene sacred lands,
Engaging senses, understanding stands,
The silent beauty held in nature's hands,
Where souls of diverse cults, creed and lands meet,
A sense of peace and bliss that is complete.
A Monotetra
You may see a fluttering bee,
in the forest, or on a leaf,
of some sweet and gummy tree;
leave him be, leave him be.
Perhaps he’ll hum around a flower,
in some green and mossy bower;
that little bee has oh, such power;
leave him be, leave him be.
He may alight upon a clover,
on the nose of your dog, Rover,
truly he will fly all over;
leave him be, leave him be.
Bees produce some wondrous honey,
thrilling to palate and tummy,
ever so deliciously yummy;
leave him be, leave him be.
Fuzzy little wuzzy things,
make honey that’s mouth-watering,
with tiny little ambitious wings;
leave him be, leave him be.
Little hexagonal houses, where they live,
cone for chewing, sweet treats to give;
distribute pollen, like a sieve;
leave him be, leave him be.
Honey is the healthy food,
sweetener that doesn’t change the mood,
it even makes great glue;
a friend is bee, a friend is bee.
It was October the tenth of eighty-eight,
The memory still keeps me awake,
When I agreed to my first and last blind date
And thus made a HORRID mistake!
We met for cocktails at six on the nose
Knowing I had to work around nine
In my bag shoved a bra and casual clothes
Headed off perky, bra-less and fine.
My friend had described him as "funny as hell"
Only hoped she did not mean his face.
The only lone man's head was covered with gel
And two straws in his nostrils were placed.
I tried to make a quick turn around
But his horn-rims were not just for show
His beard held remnants of the food he had downed
And I soon found an excuse to go.
I grabbed up my purse, to my car made a dash
In the dark quickly took off my shirt
Reached for my bra, heard an unsubtle crash
And my senses all went on alert!
And there in my window, redder now than his nose
Stood my date for once flustered and mute.
And upon his head like some white, lacy rose
Was my bra, looking nothing like cute.
And lighting the way, so all could enjoy
My topless display and disgrace
With flashlight in hand, each scout a boy
Was troop 547 Lake Grace.
"You dropped this, I'm sorry" he stammered and ran
As the boys still continued to stare.
"Move along now young men, you helped out that man!
I've no badges pinned on me down there!"
So that is the tale how I gave up all dates
And now ALWAYS stay covered up tight
And how one moment can change all of our fates
Signed, Sister Margaret, Order of Light.