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You didn't go to fight World War II in Japan,
You didn't ever go to FAT CITY,
but smooched with a DOLLY
in my washed and waxed Chevy van!
Looking like a real DUCK-BUTT,
you have the looks of a clown, not a CAT...
staring at that long-legged PAPER-SHAKER!
Eat more cereal, ANKLE-BITER!
You didn't learn to drive and lead,
for a grown man that's a NOSE-BLEED!
You didn't go to those night BASHES...
never being attracted to fake eyelashes!
GREASER, PILE-UP-Z'S or GET A LIGHTER!
Put down the HORN you bought at the Country Fair;
don't answer back as you usually do...CUT-THE-GAS,
or AGITATE-THE GRAVEL with quick toes!
The Haiku in blue
Please do tell me what is new
Where's your Blue Sued Shoes?
My Mind's in a coup
Now what do I have to do
To escape this Soup?
Do you think me mad
Or do you see me as sad?
Either way's not bad
In my heart's a hole
They tried to save me, my soul
I've played Dead Man's Roll
The Haiku In Blue
Like it's 23 Skadoo
Scooby Dooby Doo
It's in the old bar bub
In the Hotsie Totsie Club
Gin in the Bathtub
Way back on time line
The year's 1929
Making Beer and Wine
Swilling homemade Booze
They thought that they couldn't lose
It was all a ruse
The Haiku In Blue
Making my Poetry Stew
In need there's a slew
I am just Rootin'
For Pharaoh Rootin' Rootin'
While Night Owl's Hootin'
To atone for sin
I shall roll the bones again
See what time I'm in
Don't stay in one place
Travel in both Time and Space
Seek Earth's Blue face
The Haiku In Blue
Will never keep track of you
Like the others do
Like the old map told
Seek you now the Pharaoh's Gold
Mined in times of old
Seeking the old ruin
'Neath the face of the Blue Moon
Wanning all too soon
First the moon has waxed
By turning all of time back
Howling Wolves attack
I'm the Werewolf and
I'm the leader of the pack
I'm ruling this land
The Haiku In Blue
Will make you your actions rue
Your illwishes too
"Where am I?", I said
Now walking with the undead
Now the Moon is Red
Run the Human Race
And Dance all over the place
Gone without a trace
Sing a Happy Song
While having your Black Suit on
Hat and Cane do don
The Haiku In Blue
Will always tell you the truth
And show you it too
So, It, What is It?
Monster from the Twelth Planet
Believe every bit
The Haiku In Blue
Will always tell you the news
Even if it stinks, Pew!
On all this Blue Stuff
I say, "Enough is Enough!"
But quitting is rough
This is too Silly
Thrown 'round Blue Willy Nilly
This one's a Dilly
Done with Blues, my friend
So tails you lose, heads I Win
Won't be back again...
Copyright Jeff W. Watson, July 26, 2026
By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games:
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter,
desecrating the peacefulness of our street's grave yard
with our bike races, tag, and hide-n-seek.
And I tired too of the pastimes of my season preferred:
chasing siblings with a hose, giggling and gleeful,
swimming at Weed Park,
and my perpetual swinging through those long, sweet sunshiny days
longed for during classes in my school.
Old friends grew up.
Boredom anon crept upon the remnant of my childhood.
At times - through infancy and beyond -
I'd been beset by a feeling of loss
over something not yet sought.
It was something kin to loneliness, but no. . .not that.
More a sense of gloom - a sorrowing for what?
I still don't really know.
Despite the days of inexplicable forlornness,
I grew more and more cavalier
throughout the days that came
between those odd forlorn days
because my old timidity, in fact, had waned. . .
Another face, fairer, appeared.
It waxed and glowed - assured -
until those “days - in- between”
had finally surpassed the melancholy ones.
I learned to stifle monotony and squelch the blues.
I became a "doer" of too many things to name
as I went gliding through with the Gibbous moon.
Soon enough, a fullness had arrived.
And now it must disseminate.
In the years to come, I'll be wondering this. . .
Will the shining face I show the world wane too,
and will my youth's strange darkness re-emerge,
eclipsing what light remains as I drift,
having come full-cycle,
into my final
crescent phase?
5/21/14
Submitted 3/30/16 to PD's Any Poem # 38 Poetry Contest
Passions brave heart singing.
Subdued emotions rekindling.
Love denied yet still terror diminishing.
Reaching out.
Seizing the light.
Allowing the glow to grow.
Feeling the warmth within.
Ice hollows becoming thinner.
Darkness coming into the light.
Shadows vanishing.
Mazes burning.
Walls crumbling.
No more disembodied voices calling.
Fear of not knowing fading.
Seeds of hate reversing.
Sending sweet perfume wavering.
To feel.
To be felt now smiles.
Sensations tingling.
Goose bumps of pleasure blooming.
Blackened waxed wings of depression melting.
Revealing new born silvery wings.
Readying to fly freedoms sky.
Form:
in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the irony
to their similarity
of the markets round red fruit
unaware of the tragedy
the horror of events yet to come
it will rain metal shrapnel
as human minds grasp
with the purpose of their existence
as in their ignorance
they understand their worth as human bombs
with a belief the heavens will open the gates
with a fanfare and a promised blessing
for their divine act of unquestioned belief
the clay shaped bricks
the black iron metal stairs
the drum sound of engines
then the lull
not after
but before
before
the pulse of the storm
the rain of death
yet this moment captured
this photograph
with man and child in hand
smells sweet
you wonder
bemused
why?
the world travels
aimlessly
singularly
no one
nothing in the universe
suggests
exposes
even a hint
even a glimpse
not a clue
that would lead
reveal
an answer.
life in its contradiction
like the proverbial apple
offers both
the miracle
the curse.
09/23/2014
Hurry up! Barry the boorish bulldog urged Priss the poodle.
There are others here who want to unwind their noodle.
Is that surly curly still in the bath? Is she getting her legs waxed?
German shepherd’s temper was being severely taxed.
Move over a bit so I can reach the sink!
Said a beagle who was trying to get a drink.
The bathroom was filled up with dogs of variety of pedigrees.
They were hopping around on fat legs that had chased a good breeze.
How many more roommates are we going to get?
Yelped a blue heeler with sass who was throwing a fit.
The puppies barked, and the old dogs passed big gas.
All of them ready to leap around on some grass.
I have booked a holiday,
I am going on a Cruise.
Plenty time to read my books,
lots of time to snooze.
Then to find romance,
meet my ideal man.
All aboard the Love Boat (baby)
For marriage and suntan.
Gonna get my legs waxed,
Bikini line done to.
Then to try to lose some weight
I"ll look brand spanking new!
The Ticket it arrived,
my Brain I tried to rack.
( that I had it all)
In the cases that I packed.
My excitement it did mount
as the date became the day.
The Taxi it will come
and i"ll soon be on my way.
I have never been at sea,
so the question always begs.
Will I feel alright,
upon my new sea legs.
The Love Boat is so good
and soon we leave the dock.
The journey is so smooth
it is steady as a rock.
I party every night,
but never heed the warnings.
To much drink and sea
equals throw up every morning.
But I think it"s great,
that I am ready and i"m able,
to finally meet the Captain
( got the invite to his table)
The big night it arrives
I am dressed up to the nines.
He wont know what has hit him
as he becomes all mine!
Going to get that Captain,
yes that will be my plan.
Turn on the seduction
and I will get my man.
But the Captain is a Women!
I don"t know what to say.
(oh her **** are so much bigger)
It spoils my Holiday.
So the Moral of this story,
Is plain for all to see.
Always check your Life Boy
or He might be a She!!!
PEELING THE VIOLIN
. . . . ~ ~ ~ . . . .
~ swerving along its waxed wood
rapturous strains sweep alto mood
bow’s strings peeling my plight…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight.
holding its hips to warm the cure
scales of moans vibrating satin pure
a glide to and fro connects pitches right…
in the sweet tender softness of moonlight.
and my world of solace will sustain
tunes whispering gladness and pain
the voice of God enters my fiddling night…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight. ~
For Briand Strand--- 2011 Posted Poems 14 Line
By nette onclaud ( missed entering this for previous Max 14 Lines contest)
I suspect in my feckless youth my folks thought me rather slovenly,
Obnoxious, averse to work and associated with dubious company,
But Air Force sergeants dealt discipline with lingo at times unsweet,
Convincing me that life is easier if things are regular and complete!
They taught me to hang my clothes on hangers all facing the same way,
With buttons buttoned and shoes shined which I observe to this very day.
I prefer button-down collars; my pants must have a crease and pleat,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
The Caddie DTS must be washed and waxed to a perfect sheen,
And when dining out, woe to the chef who screws up my cuisine!
My lawn must at all times be the best manicured on the street,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
My barber must see that my eyebrows and hair are neatly trimmed.
The barkeep must serve my beer ice cold with all the suds skimmed.
I like folks who keep their word, show up on time and are discreet,
Because you see, I insist on things being regular and complete!
I detest cell phones and the 'magpies' who on them endlessly blather,
Especially when driving or dining; they work me into a seething lather!
I reckon some folks think me an old curmudgeon and rather off-beat,
But dad gum it, I insist on things being regular and complete!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
January 18 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 1-3
Key Verse – Exodus 1:20 Therefore God dealt well with the midwives: and the people multiplied, and waxed very mighty.
HEART THAT TRUSTS GOD WHO DEALS WELL WITH US
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His salvation-gift
Since He brought us out from sin’s bondage of condemnation’s rift
By the strength of His hand upon love’s uplift
So that we can enjoy His blessings, and from Him never to drift.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His redemption-forgiveness
Since He regenerated us through the Spirit’s powerful steadfastness
By the work of His might along His graciousness
So that we can walk along His paths of holiness.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His justification-compassion
Since He pardoned us from our hell-bound sinfulness and transgression
By the wisdom of His judgement with truth’s vision
So that we can journey toward participation in His great commission.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His conversion-fulfillment
Since He separated us from iniquity’s eternal defilement
By the efficacy of His blood atonement
So that we can rest in His peace-bestowment.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His adoption-sealing
Since He made us His children to stay in His divine dwelling
By the virtue of His everlasting calling
So that we can worship Him with sweet fellowship in prayer-kneeling.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His transformation-authority
Since He revealed to us His principles of growth through His Word’s infallibility
By the teachings of His doctrines of Biblical purity
So that we can mature in the faith while abiding in His service-security.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His exaltation-fame
Since He instilled in us His ways along humility’s flame
By the inspiration of His example through servanthood-claim
So that we can become Christlike by His virtues with no shame.
January 18, 2026