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On the Sixth Day
On the sixth day God created the animals
Oh what fun creating the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create all the animals
On the sixth day.
God made cats and dogs and hogs and frogs
Elk and moose – mongoose on the loose;
Singing birds and fuzzy chicks –
The Lord in Heaven even made a tic? Ick!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made camels, rhinos, laughing hyenas
Lions, tigers, funny stripped zebras;
Robins that fly and pigs with curly tails
Roadrunners, coyotes and the slowest snails. Beep! Beep!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made leopards, cheetahs, elephants, oh my!
Bumblebees, ladybugs and all the butterflies;
Bears and badgers, bunnies too!
Koalas down under then made the kangaroo. Yahoo!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made otters, dolphins, seals and grey whales
Beavers, peacocks, squirrels with their funny tails;
Worms that slither and tortoise that creep
Wombats, meerkats, silver fox and fuzzy sheep! Baa!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made gophers, manatees, long-necked giraffe
Anteaters, platypus just to see us laugh;
Walrus, polar bears, doe eyed deer;
Possums and skunks, not to fear! Whew!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made crickets, fireflies, marmots, muskrats,
Jaguar, walking sticks, radar guided bats;
Beavers, ferrets, woodchuck, raccoons -
Made the wolves who howl at the moon. Howl!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made crab and shrimp and gooey ducks
Lobster, cows, grasshopper ruckus;
Horses, ants and donkeys forlorn
But, God didn’t make a unicorn? Oh no!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made gophers, panthers, giant roly-poly bugs
Gold fish, spiders, clams in shells -so snug
Birds that swim and fish that fly
All these creations – my, oh my! My, oh my!
On the sixth day God created the animals;
Oh what fun to create all the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create the animals –
On the sixth day! Yeah!
during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots in the cave
Witches, Witches ask him here
cast your spell and make him appear.
I wish this Goblin to weave my baskets
I ask you witches
to tell him and ask it!
Spear, spear, sword
and arrow.
the becks of hawks, eagles, and sparrows
said the Wicca Witches.
weave your own baskets to
use as bags
to fill with stones
so heavy one must drag.
snails, and worms, and lizards to
if we were married now we're through
mount your horse and be on your way
be gone, be gone
hear what we say!
then suddenly the goblin appeared
and challenged the broad-shouldered man.
the tumbled
and fell on the baskets and pots
the grappled rolling around
non-stop.
the broad-shouldered man
grabbed a bag
and placed on the Goblins head
to calm his mad!
he told him he'd
feed him and cloth him
if he came to
weave his baskets
the Goblin grunted
as the Broad-shouldered man asked it.
he took him off
to make his baskets
a bag over his head
they mounted the horses
and off the fastest.
Weeks later
here again they came
the witches were in any mood
for these foolish games.
they casted a spell
and the broad-shouldered man fell
and became a frog
that with a tail
the Goblin grunted
and returned to the cave
making the Witches pots
like he were there slave!
3
It is especially necessary to dream, twice,
To dance with Jessica Alba,
To eat a banana split one evening,
in a bar in Carpentras,
It is especially necessary to dream, twice,
The bosses make us sing,
Niagara Falls, dear Michelle,
Are more serious than men,
Women invent everything,
The kingdoms and their wise men,
To dance with Jessica Alba,
For dinner in Carpentras, with Jessica,
one must especially dream, twice.
4
Does it hurt
To stop breathing? Mom,
Like a little music
Who stops suddenly,
Does it hurt?
Like a meal that stops,
You have to digest everything afterwards,
the dead eat snails,
Does it hurt?
When someone leaves you?
We don’t want to continue living,
Do we eat snails
When do you stop breathing?
A fallow season, a time of trivial hungers.
Scissoring illuminations sheared his eyes.
Petulant lips pursed.
He laid himself down, yet again
covered himself over with a bone deep hurt.
Light cut and snipped
at the tangled hairs of a grey despair,
it swung him open
until a self-interned corpse flickered awake
in the pale eyes of cave bats
No longer were stone angel's graveyard attendants,
the world unboxed itself, he had been doornail dead,
now a gateway swung wide.
Was this life, or was this death by light?
Snails had left silver poems
on that part of his mind, he had yet to find,
yet it was near enough to dream of.
pond haiku ponder
coping with isolation
as an oasis
pond still, mirroring
dark clouds in the sky above
foreboding forecast
ripples radiate
out to the edge of the pond
bounce reverberate
surface waves ripple
images of trees on pond
ghostly wind revealed
the pond an island
in an ocean of dry land
verso about-face
the pond microcosm
trapped in tiny goldfish bowl
lives life as it is
land animals drink
from the pond without caring
what fish do in it
the pond a pockmark
on the complexion of earth
beauty spot when full
pond is frog heaven
prison for fish shrimps and snails
safe haven for birds
There once was a fine buxom lass
who wrote poetry with real class
and though she was sly
real foxxy and why
that fair buxom lass was a gas!
Yes PD was not a late bloomer
her pages were full of rare rumor
she told bushy tales
of boys who ate snails
and ran from the po-po’s cruiser.
Well, foxxy ole PD’s so tart
she raised that low bar from the start
bringin’ on game
no man could tame
Unless, he’s N. Bone-a-part?
So, Linda we beg you to stay
do not leave us alone come to play
streak your hair red
get up from that bed
you know we all love your foreplay!
Tap that type, blow that screen, shred that page
yes, Miss Foxxy the world is your stage
I’m truly amazed
at your subtler ways
Your mischievous heart's all the rage!
What more can I say, I not her proxy
cause all of you know I'm not that foxxy
I’ll have to give in
end up with a grin
and beware of all the kits with her Moxie!
*6 Foxxy Limericks
early morning and snails are crossing the sidewalk
there are all sizes and i would guess
age has something to do with size
not all make it across, large and small
young and old
several mashed snails are on the sidewalk
the snails do not move very fast at all
their trails indicate that they are not
crossing in a straight path or line
in fact looking at their trails makes one wonder
why they do not move in a straight line
is it that they are intoxicated or maybe
its a maneuver much the same as ships at sea
use to avoid torpedos
or maybe just possibly they continually forget where
they are going or what they wanted to do
in the first place
when walking i try to avoid stepping on them
but that requires me constantly looking down
and that’s not always possible.
but seeing the snail carnage it gives me
pause as i must assume some make it across
so naturally i must ask “where do escargot?”
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whip my head back jumper smirking or not? my weird bow never again not smirking he just looks silly sitting there not even neck level to the table
1. A Little Quarrel
I don't like this much peace.
Come, let's wave our hands,
move our feet,
and have a little quarrel.
2. The Language of Silence
I cannot read
the language of silence.
Spitting on myself,
I quietly paste myself
onto a silent wall.
3. After the Autumn Rain
It rained last night,
rain in autumn.
Stepping out for a walk at dawn,
I see the park bench
glistening beneath
the lamppost's light.
Here and there along the road,
a few water snails.
4. Aquarium Civilization
On the water
where people swim
in the pond by the field,
the marks of human beings.
Forgive me,
O aquarium civilization.
I cannot become
a colorful fish.
5. The Four Rooms
From Green Mango's Greenroom,
we stepped out
and, holding the hand
of a wayward Valmiki,
arrived at Red Chili's Reading Room.
Then came so many words,
so much laughter,
so many songs.
Then, to Yellow Banana's Yoga Room,
where I lost my pen.
And now, through the very existence
of that lost pen,
I can write better poems,
sitting here in Blue Berry's Basement.
6. Questions for the Sea
I had gathered
a great many questions,
meaning to ask the sea.
Watching the sea's
restless waves,
I realized
my questions had disappeared.
When I returned,
all that remained
upon my body
was the touch
of saltwater.
7. A Philosophy of Water
A flock of birds
flew across the evening sky.
There is no shortage of science
within them.
Nor is there an excess of science.
In the morning light,
the trees are filled with
Togor flowers.
There is no shortage of beauty
within them.
Nor is there an excess of beauty.
Water flows
through the drain.
Fish move within the water.
To me,
that too
is a philosophy
A sea of tales:
calms and gales,
sardines and whales –
fishy with scales,
children with pails;
shell-homes of snails;
pirates, and barrels of
ales – a young boy's
imagination...
Incoming wave, flooding
village moats – drenching
all: Save the women!~
cats, dogs, pet rats; then the preachers
and teachers – Save the Popsicle skiffs!
The handkerchief sails on driftwood
tall-ships....
Could it be Columbus
started this way? Perhaps
Captain Hook? Stevenson's
popular book? Anderson,
thinking that a little boy's
finger could save a village,
perhaps point to a better
way – one tiny small hand
with just as small feet. His
royal-seal, a cigar-band –
learning of powerful tides,
beach...and of hourglass-sand –