Long Spud Poems

My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with the following words 
mostly written January 23rd, 2023,
cuz I, (a...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me),...

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My nascent poetic tribute to black history month

more apropos and alternately titled: 
praise to thee people 
of variegated melanin color,
whose immense understated improvements
and enhancement of webbed wide world
worth more than paltry words
of yours truly can...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner...

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World's Blue-Ribbon Blank-er


A friend of mine, who constantly complained about his spouse, naming her the 
reason for his totally boogered life,
Swore to me there couldn't be...and hadn't ever been...in all the world a more 
revolting...

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Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds

Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle,...

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A Franky and Spud Encounter

The coach, old and rusty, pulled up at the gate 
The horses, portending the schoolchildren’s fate
Franky looked over and thought it was great
While Spud bore a look that said he was...

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There was a new potato that had just been harvest born
On opening his eyes a rooster crowed its horn.
He had grown rather quickly and grown rather strong
But that's when his feelings started to feel wrong.

Mr...

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Franky was seven and having a party
He told all his school-mates, except for Spud Carty
And once they had heard that Spud wasn't invited
All of them said they were really excited

And then at the party the...

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Retrieved Passage 3:
From The Book of Days, Sonnet 2


For Lo! I must relate this tome to you
who gather here to listen and believe
to tell the story I believe is true
before my sanity (BARK!) takes its...

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly; spoken words barely understood.
His manner gave impression he's up to...

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Cotton Lizard yellowhammer Heart of Dixie We dare defend our rights.                        ...

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Retrieved Passage 6:
From The Book of Days - The Cellar


Don't send me down to the cellar
I swear I won't do it again
lest my sanity goes inter-stellar
and I beat myself senseless in vain

Don't send me down...

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On those cool summer evenings when coyotes haunt the night
And the campfire is dying—burning low, then flaring bright,
A cowboy plays harmonica while others sing and hum
While down by the chuck wagon a lonely guitar does...

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Nancy and Lyle are friends of mine. They had both been widowed. When they married it was very obvious that they were meant to be together. They had a mashed potato bar at their reception....

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Rain beat on my window it’s a sound that makes me feel good, it makes me feel safe,
Drops racing down the glass changing direction, getting even bigger as they all clash,
Reminds me of when I...

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TING means “thing” said she who masquerades as my niece with the tongue stud and nose ring. 
We used to put them in our ear, now they put them anywhere
BRAH is new for “bro” and...

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Spud's New Car, a tribute to my ever so lovely hamster Spud  . . . 

SPUD’S NEW CAR

My hammy has hit the wheel, but; doesn't seem to be getting very far 
So I thought...

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In the Forest, I stood straight and tall;
King of all I did survey;
Achoring soil;cleansing air;giving shade;
And doing other good works every day.

Ho! Yonder comes the Woodworker!
Now He has selected me!
When He grabbed His mighty saw...

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The teacher got up on the stage and welcomed one and all
We're putting on a dog show and we'll hold it in the hall
We're laying on some fizzy drinks and lots of lovely eats
And the...

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My dear charlie my adopted sister is who you are, 
Together we’ve travelled and come so far, 
Hand in hand, side by side, 
Catching all the tears we’ve each cried,
All the years that have passed,
Our...

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I’d been cutting spuds for seed beneath the pines on Rouse’s lot,
and putting lime upon the open flesh to make sure they don’t rot.
I had to slice so every piece contained a growing eye,
and every...

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Sitting striving seeping seeking salted sugary sweets. And when is a ham a melon? Never! Never! Cried the apples in the basket. Don't squash that cabbage it is actually abuse. Abusive acts from the ladle...

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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest
3 poems alliteration, acrostic, and ABC poem together on one page.


Sunshine
Under blue skies
Naked flesh revived
Sensually stimulating
Hours become minutes
Intimate revelation of self
Nap included to ponder the view
Earth to sky

Fake falsies flash and...

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I looked like plump Mrs. Potato Head before
Then I started dancing around the room
Then I danced around the large ballroom floor
Discarding my broom, I began to bloom

Then I started dancing around the room
My youthful figure...

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