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You scoff at me from afar
As I zoom past you like a car
You are my shooting star
I’m bearing this ugly scar…
I have been laughing all night,
Cracking up jokes that don’t mean a thing
I have been being silly with might,
Packing up my giggles for later and everything
My belly is feeling like jelly,
Watching the naughty Telly
I’m sorrowful, yet sheltered comfortably
I’m awfully sorry I let you down frankly…
I’m extremely gleeful
Yet, emotionally unstable
I feel oh so beautiful
Yet, I get why I feel…unable…
To…breathe…
just leave.
must grieve.
At ease, at ease, at ease, so please
Don’t be a tease and shoot the breeze
To be honest, I want to die happy with you tonight benevolently
I want to tranquilize myself with your tranquility weapons
To be frank, you’ll thank me later when we make love enjoyably
Oh, you son of a gun, haven’t you had the fun time of your life, but I’m having fun tons
I’m chaotically screaming silently
As you sing joyously…just wonderful!
I’m practically dying here like a wilted tree
As you sing gleefully…how delightful…
You crack me up though
So who gives a hell what you say to me nowadays
You back me up, you know,
Although it rings a bell that you sing precious praise
To the Lord of
Accord and love
I’m in the clouds…
I’m proud I’m not in the shrouds
Cultures of vultures surround me now
Somehow, I’ll take a vivacious vow
That I will enliven you when you die in my arms
I will not do you harm and gracefully give you cheery charms
That mean a lot to me…
Just let me be happy,
Laughing foolishly forevermore
It’s better than this sorrow that apparently you adore
Funny…
I forgot to laugh
Punny —
On your behalf,
It’s ironic
That you love me so
It’s so pathetic
You now see me glow?
I’m a mere shadow,
Once a reflection of the sun
Reap what you sow
So I can show everyone that you’re a shady, sketchy son of a devilish, frivolous fun…
"A boy and his dog make a glorious pair; no better friendship is found anywhere." – Edgar Guest
It was the happiest day for this boy
when our new puppy, Frisky, came.
She was a dynamite bundle of joy,
setting my brother's and my lives aflame.
My childhood was never the same.
Can you guess what an old rope is for?
My dog Frisky knows the answer to that.
It's for playing good 'ol tug of war.
She was so good; she took me to the mat.
You can't play that game with a cat.
For fun she would escape from our yard,
and the kids in the neighborhood found,
though we all ran fast and tried hard,
it wasn't easy to catch that hound,
as cheers from us kids did resound.
We grew older with other things to do,
and Frisky became like that dragon Puff,
she missed the attention she was due,
and didn't get to play around quite enough,
but she was smart and did other stuff.
My dad, as a hobby, kept honeybees,
so Frisky learned to hunt those guys,
and that's how she'd shoot the breeze.
Her slapping paws gave quite a surprise
to pollinators of diminutive size.
The neighbor cat always walked on the wall,
teasing our dog who wanted to catch her.
Frisky would repeatedly jump up and fall.
That cat laughed and would amusedly purr.
Our beagle never got that mouthful of fur.
Sometimes, outside, she grew lonely at night,
and she howled into the void.
It just didn't seem like it was right
when the neighbors became annoyed,
and a locked doghouse my dad employed.
Though, a few times, I forgot to feed her,
Frisky was always a faithful friend.
At ten, my best buddy died of cancer,
the only one on which I could depend.
Yet, I think she was happier to go in the end.
The hardest lesson old age has taught me,
About life is that collateral damage will never let me be.
When I was young collateral damage was not real to me,
It was something dreamed up to by others with no plan B,
Those in Authority who could not see,
That everything should be free,
And no harm should ever come to thee or me,
With all accidents avoidable if they listened to me.
Sadly we all have to make decisions that will not please,
Everyone with whom we chose to shoot the breeze.
And the further up the chain of command we climb,
The more likely someone will lose a limb,
Or a life will be cut short before its time.
Having learnt that lesson,
I say to thee who have not yet had that vision,
Procrastination will only lead to a decision,
That may put more in heaven,
And leave few with a break that is even.
So, when you need to make a decision,
You will know time is never kind to those who are on a mission,
To make every decision,
From, a no one can get hurt, position.
Paula parrot is my name. I'm from the wild, but now I'm tame
A chatterbox who likes to talk!
Have news to share? Let's take a walk!
Now tell me what's the latest scoop?
Oh! Watch your step! There's Dodo poop!
I often fly around the zoo, and likely make a friend or two
Some call it weird, or quite absurd, to chatter with the other birds
I like to share a joke or two, with Ollie Ostrich, and Ed Emu
I can't deny, I wouldn't lie, I look the Cuckoos in the eye
We shoot the breeze, and share some pie
and when I leave, with teary eyes, they flap their wings, and bid "Good Bye!"
I pass on by, then say "G'day", to Hoppy-Hobo Kangaroo
I greet Giraffe, we share a laugh, a "How are you??" to Mr. Gnu!
I chat while the Chimps, do acrobats, and say "Ell...o" to Elephants...
Poor Tiger's throat is very sore.......he's caught a bug, and cannot roar!
I offer honey for his grrrrrrrr.....so he can growl, just as before!!
For Penguins shivering on the ice,...I gave them boots, and sage advice
(They are rather bashful....but very nice!)
I'll take a swim with Dolphin friends, then saddle up, my pal, the Whale
He wants to know some shocking news, and promises he'll never tell.
Zack the Zebra can't decide, so dresses up in black and white
He's my friend! We never fight! Whether black or white, or fancy stripes!
They are all my friends and what's to lose? Lucky me, with friends to choose
It seems bizarre to talk to those, who live a life behind those loathsome bars...
So, if you like to talk a lot....give strolling through the zoo a shot!!
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For Contest sponsored by Constance La France ..."Z" 12/31/13
Santa eats burger.com
A McD’s opened at the North Pole Sights
Scarfing on Big Mac’s, fries, and crispy bites
The red sleigh abandoned
He now weighs a ton and
The Airforce cancelled Santa’s Noel Flights
Big Red’s beard’s down to his knees
Only comes out to shoot the breeze
Mrs. Claus won’t ring his bells
Rudolph’s nose detects foul smells
His naughty and nice lists have been seized
North Pole news cries: Santa Clean Up Your Act
Mrs. Claus nags of a bad heart's impact
Do like Rudy does, take yoga
Instead of that Saratoga
Kids depend on you to bring their toys intact
by I Am Anaya
*Saratoga cigarettes
Deernaped by a carnival for all to see
He's called Miami's Own Rudoph Wannabe
Now lamenting and blue
For deserting his crew
He's the prodigal deer returned home spreading glee!
by Robert Gorelick
Wherever they gather, on the porch or nigh a glowin' flame,
The conversation of older folks is just about the same.
Invariably, they'll discuss their aches, pains and weather,
Anytime two or more of them chance to git together!
Oh, they may git around to addressin' crops and the lack of rain,
Or discuss politics and religion or somethin' along that vein.
Perhaps they'll grouch about taxes or politicians' inane blather,
Or talk about their aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
The healing powers of fish oil with omega three they might compare,
Or the behavior of kids nowadays, "its a sight", they do declare,
Wonderin' why folks don't rein 'em in and keep 'em on a tether.
And they'll talk aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
Older folks may reminisce about the simpler days of yore,
And the flagrant lack of respect and courtesy anymore,
Or they may opt to sit in stoic silence or elect whether,
To discuss their aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
When a clutch of older folks gits together to shoot the breeze,
They've earned the right to talk about anything they please!
But you'll likely find that they chat about their aches, pains and weather,
Most everytime several of them choose to git together!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Sixty-four Forevermore
By Franklin Price
6/4/2018
Sixty-four forevermore
This month it has been fifty-four
In cap and gown walked down the aisle
The memories still make me smile
Many together all the years
From one through twelve from milk to beers
Sometimes bad but mostly good
Day to day lived as we should
No air condition in the school
To skip a day was sometimes cool
The beach was calling out our name
To not be caught part of the game
On week-end nights a drive-in show
To watch or not you never know
With luck a date to share the scene
Sometimes distracted from the screen
We also met at the tastee-freeze
Or the A&W to shoot the breeze
To see each other and be seen
The dining drive-in had no screen
Spoke to each other face to face
While snacking at a drive-in place
No cell phones then to help our fate
We did not text to find a date
Those were the days at least I think
To friends from then I raise my drink
I toast you all to end this rhyme
Those days I think a better time
MY GOD SAYS dedicated to GOD IS SPEAKING MINISTRIES
Talk
say (anything/something)
utter
state
My God declares declare
tells
by His voice narrative natures choice
Pronounce articulate enunciate
Vocalize verbalize
Enounce My God says
o have a conversations
"Last time He spoke"
My God says have a conversation with His spirit
talk
My God says have a talk with Jesus
My God says have a discussion
Converse communicate His will His ways
Make conversation with His sounds
Chew the fat/rag His natures eats
My God said natter have a chinwag
Shoot the breeze MY Creator winds
Give a speech give a talk His righteousness walks
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
It sheer is nice to munch all night
and all day, too, with Byron’s crew
of sheep, that is, that wander ‘neath
his walnut grove, that’s old and true.
Hey, baa baa Babe, don’t you run away
you’re missing tons of fresh, green hay
meanwhile baa baa Bob, whose teeth are long
wanders in circles ‘cuz he has brain fog.
Poor baa baa Ben is growing rather bored
he nibbles walnut shells for show and tell
‘cuz he wants the lady sheep to know
he’s available to frolic for a spell.
Yep, it’s real nice to meet and greet
at this sheep convention across the street
to congregate and shoot the breeze
until they get hay fever and suddenly sneeze…
…achoo, baa, baa, achoo!
You might find it very strange, in fact some think it's quite absurd
For when I stroll around the zoo, I like to exchange a word or two
I can't deny, I wouldn't lie, I like to shoot the breeze with that Lion guy!
And when I leave, with twinkled eyes, he cheerily says, "Adieu, Good Bye!"
I pass on by and say "G'day", to Hippity Hoppity Kangaroo
I greet Giraffe, we share a laugh, and then "How are you??" to the Gnu!
I chat while the Chimps do acrobats, and say "E...llo" to Mr. Elephant...
Poor Tiger's throat is very sore.......well that's a bore!
I offer honey for his grrrrrrrr......he takes a spoonful....and then he roars!!
The Penguins standing on the ice...I gave them boots, and sage advice
(They are rather bashful....but very nice!)
I sing a ditty while Dolphins swim, and "What's up?"...to Wally Whale
To the Zebra, dressed in black and white,...."Good evening, chums...and Nighty Nite!"
It seems bizarre ....to talk to those, who live their lives, behind the bars...
I chat a lot, perhaps it's looney...but it's really only, because they get lonely...
So, if you like to talk a lot....give strolling through the zoo a shot!!