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Okay people, enough is enough
What's happening with this crazy weather
Cold enough to freeze the tootsies off a penguin
The eskimos are all huddled together
So far this winter's been the coldest in years
Certainly not a very happy camper
Civilized people shouldn't have to live like this
Us guys just love to be pampered
In all my years, through each Canadian winter
This one surely takes the cake
Not at all pleased, just want you to know
This is more than this guy can't take
If I knew who to contact I'd pay big dollars
For the sake of all mankind
Beg them to moderate these winter temps
To warm up mankind's behind
© Jack Ellison 2014
I'm squirming in a chair of oak,
with narrow arms. My buttocks numb,
and all the while the clock ticks on.
While folks are grim, with furrowed brows,
'We're all lined up in two long rows
of growing thirst, and restless legs
and hunger for a breath of air
Like sardines in a can of worms,
we are strange, unlikely shipmates, torn
between one lawyer's limped plea --
the other shark who disagrees
Gray flannel suit, the stiff white shirt.
with slicked down hair, accusing words
persuades a few with his hot air
The penguin in the cheap black suit
has spewed a lengthy declaration,
(a quite contrary explanation)).
Until my mind is torn in two
and in a room we must decide
Confined inside, a dozen votes
where six say yay, six more say nope!
We're hanging by thin rope for days
and word has spread, the judge has spoken
He has finally coped with deadlocked folks
But sternly looks a bit provoked
We sit there like a row of stones
of wounded souls. We are excused!
Declares a mistrial........what a joke!
The accused is sitting, poker faced
I think I saw a guilty trace?
(Or innocence,....a tell-tale trace?)
We grope for keys, and leave our thrones
And as I'm walking out the door
No longer needed any more
The task was more than I could gnaw
A stale-mate! Since the case was flawed!
As we file out, our task is done
I spy the guy...., Should I be blunt?
The one accused, lights up a smoke.
Am I a nut, to simply ask ?
I'll just be frank, my last hurrah.....
"Pardon me, did you break the law????"
______________________________________________________________________
Contest: "Pardon me, but did you just.....??"
My left sock filed taxes on a Tuesday frog,
while a cabbage sang opera to a confused log.
The moon ate a stapler with mustard delight,
then borrowed a canoe from the darkness of light.
I purchased a banana for seventeen clouds,
but the receipt was allergic to yodeling crowds.
A rhinoceros teacup performed ballet cheese,
and a watermelon sneezed in seven languages.
My toaster proposed to a decorative brick,
their wedding was speedy, suspiciously quick.
The minister hamster wore cinnamon pants,
while unicycling ferrets performed tribal dances.
At midnight a turnip became Vice President,
its policies largely were soup-oriented.
It promised free waffles for every raccoon,
and declared every Thursday a ceremonial spoon.
The end is approaching, or maybe a chair.
A penguin just shampooed the national air.
I leave you this wisdom, profound as a sock:
If potatoes can whisper,
then gravy can rock.
Fin.
Or asparagus.
Sleepy Sanctuary was awakened from the night
By sheepish rays of morning light.
Silence was stirred from its slumber, too,
As ripples and blurs disturbed the deep blue.
Irony came forth as I peered at their waddle.
"Goodness," I said, "they look like bottles."
All clothed in formality, they seemed very tame,
And that protruding belly made me exclaim:
"How unlikely for them to be in this place;
Out of their world they are a disgrace!"
Yet, orderly they were-and when they were done,
They waddled back as decrepitly as when they had come.
Back in their world, they were adept once again;
They might be back, but no one knows when.
You're probably wondering if the Church this might be.
Certainly not-It's a Penguin Colony.
It was never exactly pinpointed
for only the African Crowned Eagles knew of the twisting paths
to its misplaced place.
In that crystalline chamber, upon that gold dusted floor
were found much thumbed volumes of all Nietzsche’s
works,
a penguin in a glass bell,
a twig cut from the tree of Life one million years from now'
A windblown leaf but only the wind that blew it.
a silver cuspidor, a ancient helmet made of Pittsburgh steel,
a Neolithic moonshine still,
a copy of the illustrated Karma Sutra,
several debunked words of wisdom from Aristotle,
an Olmec Letter Opener.
and a stuffed tufted rat.
The find has been carefully transported to the Smithsonian
where neuroscientists are trying
to solder together all these missing links.
The NYT has declared these odd finds
to be ‘Russian disinformation,’
but ‘Bokonon’ the mythical poet-sage of the Republic
of Never-Never Land
has blessed each artifact and declared them
to be far too strange not to be absolutely true.
You are welcome to share this poem for noncommercial use and dedicate it to your favorite mother, but please credit the author if you share it on social media or elsewhere …
Mother’s Smile
by Michael R. Burch
There never was a fonder smile
than mother’s smile, no softer touch
than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than “much.”
So more than “much,” much more than “all.”
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all, nor how we fall
and mother’s there, nor how we reach
from nightmares in the ticking night
and she is there to hold us tight.
There never was a stronger back
than father’s back, that held our weight
and lifted us, when we were small,
and bore us till we reached the gate,
then held our hands that first bright mile
till we could run, and did, then flew.
But, oh, a mother’s tender smile
will leap and follow after you!
I have dedicated this poem to my mother, Christine Ena Burch, and my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch. Published by TALESetc, Famous Poets and Poems, Poems for Big Kids (anthology), Victorian Violet Press, Better Than Starbucks, Promosaik (Germany), Pour Femme (Italy), Korean Palmers, JIT Jaipur (India), Inspirational Stories and Care2Care; also Penguin Books Valentine’s Day Contest Winner and included in the Children of Gaza song cycle by composer Eduard de Boer. Keywords/Tags: Mother, Mothers, Mothers Day, family, children, love, compassion, tenderness, encouraging, encouragement, selflessness, sacrifice, comfort, hugs, kisses, smile, smiles
Love has a gentle grace
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth on Mother’s Day
Love has a gentle grace; you have not seen her
unless you’ve looked into your mother’s eyes
and seen her faith
—serene, composed and wise—
that you’re the center of her very being
(as once, indeed, she carried you inside.)
Love has no wilder beauty than the thought
that you’re the best of all she ever sought.
(And if, perhaps, you don’t believe my song,
can your mother be wrong?)
He cannot soar as eagles do
Singing is not for him tis true
So this tale is told in black and white
in places where cold winds blow
So bundle up and take this flight
On a journey to the floe
It's summertime but freezing still
And his mate passes him her new laid egg
And then she's off to feed on fish and krill
As he balances the egg on his feet with skill
He must incubate the egg till hatched
As he awaits her return
She will come back and feed baby bird with her catch
And he will go to sea for which he yearns
He will dive beneath the churning waves
And glide beneath the ocean blue
Catching fish for which he craves
He will do an underwater ballet too
He calls Antarctica home
And is the only creature to winter there
It's much too cold for others to roam
He is attired well, a 'tuxedo' he wears
7-9-2020
EYE of READINESS
-SUCCESS
"We were welcomed by the eagle, who dropped us on our rears, when we finally achieved success, in his eyes. Dropped us a parting tear."
EYE of ROARING TIGER
-BELLY DANCER
"We were welcomed by the cute baby unborn, who laughed and giggled when he saw us. He sought for our hand to hold."
EYE of DISCOVERY
-PARASITE
"We were welcomed by the black widow, who left us when she learned to bite. She seduced and warned of times times and half a time."
EYE of BEAVER
-REDWOOD TREE
"We were welcomed by the tall, strong, majestic tree, which taught us to make homes and bridges."
EYE of HORSE
-MOON SHADOW
"We were welcomed by the crescent moon, which watched over us, like a guardian angel. Did readings of our palms and our hearts."
EYE of FUTURE
-CRAFT
"We were welcomed by the iron-headed robot, who taught us to weld, and work hard at tasks. We were joined by the Dolphin who showed us playful craft."
EYE of ADVENTURE
-POLITICS
"We were welcomed by the lion, who led us into the forest. We laughed at the leopard, who played with us, and at the ostrich, who tried to eat us. The Penguin, who tried to lead us.The Lemur wanted to be King over us and be named Julian The BestOfUs."
EYE of SIX-LEAF SHEPHERD
-SKELETON
"We were welcomed by the hominid skeleton, who taught us how to hunt and eat. To fashion weapon and shield and have reverence for the sacrifice of love and the dead."
EYE of FLYING
-FARMER
"We were welcomed by the bean farmer, who taught us to work the earth. We laughed at the sheep, who told us about the moon."
Eye of Dress Code
-BUILDER
"We were welcomed by the stonemason, who taught us to shape stone into buildings. We laughed at the angles and the way the functionality meets the eye. Architectural refinery of the Fairy mind."
EYE of BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAIN
-WORD
"We were welcomed by the WORD of God, who told us all of these things. How to turn water into wine.
How to be drunk and merry in the living waters."
These verses, woven with passion and grace?,
evoking emotions, leaving souls in its entrace,
words that linger, like whispered wind, on fire.
Imprints left, in hearts, deeply pinned by desire.
Join my quest for fire,
for warmth and burn of principles-
Dire_
Eye of Dire Wolf
HEAVENLY CHOIR~
Excuse me Mr Penguin,
in your formal black attire;
are you going to State Occasion?
Do you mind if I enquire?
Is it for a Mansion House Banquet,
Hunt, May or Common Ball?
Do you wish for specially fitted,
off the peg, or off the wall?
For this kind of dress is most reserved
for when Black Tie,-DJ's not suffice,
and even for dinner, dance or prom,
you need to look just nice!
But Sir there's quite a difference,
it's important that you see,
if you turn up quite understated;
you'll look as plain as me!
I see you like the morning suit
that's used for daytime wear,
by males at wedding party
or occasion needing special care.
I rather like those long black tails,
black tie, white shirt, top hat,
with fresh clean socks and nice new shoes
Yes, you'll look quite smart in that!
Thankyou, now is there something else,
like men's accessorie?
I'll wrap them up and take your cash,
Then rub my hands with glee!
Recently I was blessed to watch a penguin walking…my eyes followed him for a while…and I realized, the more I watched him…the more his walking made me smile.
As he waddled in his tuxedo with his own peculiar style…and grace…I began to wonder how many other simple things in life have brought a smile to my face.
The moment I began to think about it…from my mind examples flew…so I thought I’d catch the ones I could and write them down for you.
When I look at my bald head in the mirror and realize…I don’t need a comb…children praying…a sunrise…a rainbow…welcoming a soldier home.
Anytime I see the ocean…a mountain…or the trees…flowers in bloom that welcome into their petals the butterflies and the bees.
Finding faces in the clouds before they change as they float across the sky…the chicken dance…a baby laughing…watching paper airplanes fly.
Finding money in my pocket…listening to the honking sound of geese…twins…triplets…quadruplets…an old hippie saying…Peace.
The perfect cookie fresh out of the oven with its aroma sweet and strong…wearing silly birthday party hats…my first kiss…my favorite song.
A child’s artwork…you get the picture…but it’s time for me to stop my talking…
and allow you to find your own inspiration…
that begins with…a penguin walking.