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Ninja Spider
Spying a spider on my wall
your not staying there - no never at all
with rolled up paper intent to squish
I tip toe over quietly shoosh shoosh shish
Approaching the spider grew it much bigger
I was ready to strike but spider was quicker
it moved and turned I swear to confront me
making me squeal - felt such a ninny
Did I imagine or was right did I see?
the spider raise up four legs at me
like boxers ready to start a new round
spider poised to knock me to ground
Surprised I step back bewildered and stunned
rubbing eyes blurry, to see two not just the one
Shaking my head and puff out my chest
lets see who is going to win this big test
Paper slams down, the blighter did jump
flying toward me and what felt like a thump
I scream like a sissy my arms thrash away
look down on the floor there it did lay
I raise my foot high ready to stamp
spider fast spinning, powers its amps
eight legs coiled to spring an attack
frantically moving - I'm out of here Jack!
Glanced in the mirror made my head spin
the spider was now on one of my chins
arms wildly thrashing in lunatic style
slapping my face for a short while
Eyes down, eyes up, eyes side to side
little ninja had decided to hide
then suddenly from out of the blue
came down its string web swinging it moves
Ninja with eight legs was kicking at me
hitting my nose brought me down on my knees
I swear I heard it scream eee - aarrr- eee
but then again that might of been me
Web spun round me tighter than Scrooge
spider won with all his ninja moves
ok, you win, you can live here with me
ninja spider and beaten, little old me.
04.09.20
ONE NIGHT IN A HAUNTED MANOR
She spoke of shivers as I laughed in her face.
Let’s see if this goosebump delivers shakes.
I packed my bag with essentials, sought the place.
Just for humor’s sake I brought some stakes.
The winding cliffs, daytime dark, unsure footing -
at last after this serpentine stroll, I arrive
at this overcast mountainous manor, putting
away my pride, now wondering if I would survive.
Surprisingly a caretaker’s beyond this resistant door,
the heaviness like the depths of a sunken ship.
The woman’s dour, no smile, no shadow on the floor.
Her lipstick red as blood - I’m unnerved by her silent lip.
Candles flicker all around with an unfelt wind, from
ceiling to floor. Their wickedness wicks me to the core.
My bloodshot eyes, crazed, ask me why I’d come.
What did this monstrous manor have in store?
The creepy broad leads me to my room, she points.
Inside there’s a bed in the form of a coffin, satin-draped,
and thick moldy curtains - the eeriness shan’t disappoint.
Just then the clank of chains on the wooden floor scraped.
I leap out of my believer skin, as a ghost with red eyes grins,
head for the hall, slide down the stairs on my behind and crash.
I don’t care that I’ve lost five-thousand dollars — she wins.
Speeding down the highway, I swear, never again shall I be so rash.
1/1/2018
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Whiskey
How many nights have I needed you
Went out in the snow to find you
Drank hours with other friends of yours
Got to where I couldn’t remember where I was
Or the way home to my bed
At times I couldn’t remember my name
You have given me so much pleasure
But you have also caused me more trouble than you know
There have been too any jail cells to count
Too many strange beds with ugly women
You will not let me remember what happened
But I do remember the pain when the sun hits my eyes
I swear that I will never see you again
Never hunt you down for the feeling I have with you
You know that cannot be true
I love you too much to just leave you behind
There will always be one more drink
One more night of not knowing what I am doing
And I am looking forward to it!
I'm awakened by the scream of steam
from a spicy coffee-scented dream.
Sleep can't ignore that piercing sound,
nor the scent of fragrant beans fresh ground.
Knowing that the day's schedule is tight,
I head for work while traffic's still light.
For the city crawls at its peak rush,
and many cars get caught in the crush.
Bumper to bumper, the madness starts,
jostling for position stresses hearts.
And when hot engines stall, tempers flare,
drivers get mad and begin to swear.
A serpentine line of rust and paint
slinks forth, fueling constant complaint.
And exhaust fumes seep into the car
as it creeps ahead, windows ajar.
Flashing brake lights, or a honking horn,
invites the finger and instant scorn.
Time inches forward trying to pass
flattened tires and shards of broken glass.
I arrive safely, despite the squeeze,
and parking my car, tensions ease.
Later, I'll need to fight my way back,
or leave early, and beat the rat pack.
(Rhyme)
10/17/2017
There’s civic unrest in Neasden
Which has become a mini hell
The vapours from all those camels
Has caused an awful fruity smell
The citizens are angry and are
Marching off to Westminster hall
Now the novelty has worn off
They’re blooming sick of it all
In spite of the good intentions
Of Lawrence and his crew
You can’t housetrain a camel
And the streets just smell of poo
It’s a simple ultimatum sent
To Tonee ol Georgie’s Vee Pee
Get them moved blooming sharpish
Or next election we’ll jolly well see
They’ve held a cabinet meeting
Old Two Jags came as well
To listen to those pleas
About their urban hell
They’ve reached an honourable
Compromise and Lawrence agreed
He can fulfil his patriotic duty
By going anywhere there is need
So if you are on the channel tunnel
And you think you’ve blown your mind
Because you could swear you’ve just
Seen a camel’s fat brown behind
It’s only Lawrence and his people
On security and safety patrol
Dedicated and dutiful
To the very soul
When a patriot’s a patriot
No task is too great
In the cause and the name
Of the safety of the state
And as Lawrence sometimes mutters
As he enters the tunnel to ride through it
For VeePee Tonee and Her Majesty
Somebody has got to do it
And back there in little Neasden
Things once more are going well
Thanks to the absence of those camels
And their gradually fading smell
TBC
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,
Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,
So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.
He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.
The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.
The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;
Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.
Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.
Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.
They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.
Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;
How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.
(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)
(Now you know the whole story)
For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand
For DejaVu Christmas contest by Debbie Guzzi
I’m listening to a song,
that’s captured my mood.
What’s the singer saying?
If it knew, I’d sing along.
but the slurry words elude.
It’s an artistic choice, I suppose,
and I don’t require deeper meanings.
A squirrel stands defiantly in the middle of the path,
A tiny, furry-tailed, usurper - quite out of the routine.
“Hello fluffy rodent,” I baby-sing, as it watches me,
“What an odd meeting, are you hoping for a feeding?”
I try to pass but it jittery-scampers and cuts me off.
"I have a test, get out of the way, you crazy nut-thief”
I glance at my watch; l might really be late to lab.
So, I leave the path to the possibly rabid rat.
if it comes at me, on-God, I swear I’ll kick it,
launch it ballistically into the evergreen thicket.
How I long for a coffee, hot and sweet,
or a sandwich and salty chips - that would be nice -
but then I would be late for class. I sigh in defeat.
It started to drizzle. This afternoon will be miserable.
.
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Songs for this:
Out of Myself by Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestra
Jettin' by Digable Planets
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Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December!
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_15.mp3
“I will give you the riches of the darkness,
And the hidden riches of places unknown,
So that you may know that I Am God,
Who calls you by your name,
I Am God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob,
Now, I Am your God who knows my Son.
I Am form the light, and create darkness,
I make peace, and create evil,
I Am the Lord who do all these things,
I have sworn by Myself,
the words that go out of My mouth,
In righteousness, and shall not return,
To Me void,
Every knee shall bow and every tongue
Shall swear, that I Am God.
As you remember the former things,
Of old: for I Am God,
And there is none else;
I Am God, and there is none like Me,
For those who are My people,
Shall know My Name:
Therefore they shall know in that day,
I Am He that does these things.
How beautiful upon the mountains
Are the feet of him that bring good tidings,
That publishes peace; that bring good tidings of good,
That publishes salvation; that says unto Zion,
My God shall reign!
No weapon that comes against you
Shall prosper, and every tongue that rises against you,
In the judgment, it shall be condemned,
For this is the heritage of the sons of God.
For they that have reverence and godly fear,
And glorify My name from rising of the Sun,
When the enemy shall come in,
Like a flood, I will lift up a standard against him.
For this is the confidence that we have in Him,
That, IF we ask anything according to His will,
He hears us: And IF we know that He hears us,
Whatsoever we ask,
We know that we have the petitions
That we ask of Him."
In search of the human mind
Different thoughts crossed my mind,
a few conclusions I could not find
The human mind has no stop!
Receiving input, danger, before I blow my top
Sometimes the light clicks
I think I figured out the problem
It's at the tip of my mind ;-)
Sorry, my brain cells did it again,
Ran out of THINK!
When it comes to love, I'm brain dead!
This is me talking to my brain,
"Are you just being lazy, you fell too quick?"
A game in a maze inside my head!
Give me some help, or what use are you
Open the way only you can unlock the door.
Unfold my future, stop hiding the key
How about it mind?
Do you want me to put you back on pills?
Stand back brain, while I explain your job.
The Human mind is not easy to read like a book
However, some are cruel limiting judgment, with one look
The mind plays tricks when too much information is perceived
The mind is related to the heart, sending signals the wrong way
The mind works when the body's asleep
(I call it a dream, I hope you don't mind I put it there!)
The mind creates beauty, wonders of the world
The mind is a soft whisper, a secret, my conscious ---I Swear
The mind is devious, tricky can outsmart like a fox
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste in a box
The mind can journey, without leaving its nest
The mind is knowledge, many fail to explore
The mind is a Captain, traveling far and beyond
The mind is like a paint brush, colorful art
The mind is a creature who hides in a cave
The mind is like pain, don't stop in its way
The mind is like a mime who does not talk at all
The mind is fragile, don't use it like a sponge
The mind is like a pair of shoes,
without the mind we're bare
The bottom line is, the mind is a mystery!
Don't mind me, I lost my mind, years ago :):):)
(THOUGHTS)
Zucchini in Hiding
David J Walker
What am I supposed to do
With this HUGE Zucchini
That hid under the HUGE leaves
Of its mother plant
For a month
Guarding it against a harvest
It is at last three feet long
And 10 inches around
I think I could use it to
Pound tent stakes into
The ground
I see there are recipes
For Huge Zucchini
Stuffed with Italian sausage
And mushrooms and cheese
That looks like it could feed
An Army
Or
I could hollow it out
To make a boat
Assuming it could float
Or
Grow another and
Carve both into those
Wooden Dutch boy shoes
Or
I could have left it alone
To grow on its own
Big enough to
Carve into a camper
Attaching wheels and an awning
Hooking it to the back of my
Pickup truck
Registering it as the only
Zucchini Camper in the country
Next year I swear
(as I always have)
To watch my garden with
More care
And keep checking by the
The hour
When the Zucchini’s start
To flower in the morning
By night it may be too late
And as fate will have it
I will discover another
Huge Zucchini in hiding