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What kind of prissy, prancy, fanciness is afoot?
I look down, afraid my wizened mouth might reveal something
I truly have nothing to divulge, but I act mysteriously coy.
She looks like a Cheshire Cat, someone whispers within my hearing.
None of them know that I have dog-ears; only my friends know.
Who?
I hear my name.
Two or three co-workers who rarely speak to me
Come into my office, under weirdly suspicious pretenses,
acting like buddies, four minutes apart.
I gloat in my spider’s chair, thinking of how I would
devour them if I was a praying mantis, wishing I was actually.
“What is new?” one asks me.
I pretend indifference. “You tell me,” I say.
I have never had this much attention.
I guess I should have my buddy, the police officer,
stop by daily, and shut my door.
She seems to have stirred
great interest.
Maybe they think I am more
than a pirate, a criminal?
I put on my poker face for
another round, loving my web today.
Thundering Blunderbuss!
What is a platypus?
Looks like a beaver, but
Has a duck's bill.
Fairly cute little guy,
Ornithorhynchidae*
Lives in Australia, is
On the no-kill.
Semi-aquatic and
Strangely neurotic, it
Lays eggs like birds and has
Venom like snakes.
Weirdly amphibious,
Bio-fluorescent fur
Webbing between the toes,
Strong swimmers make.
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Technically, this is a Didactic Double Dactyl
since it’s full of educational goodies too.
A double dactyl is a form of McWhirtle, but
apparently, it is also a form of black death.
Switching to the McWhirtle on a hunch, lol.
*6 syllables, rhymes with ‘guy’ (like or-ni-tho-rin-ke-die)
Happy me!
Dressed up in new pink sheath dress,
embellished with white sparkles.
Excited to flaunt it to lasses and lads.
Quickly walked out swaying my tress.
Inspecting eyes stared at me in amazement
“Baby walk with style!” that was cerebrum’s announcement.
Oh hell!
I fell down from my porch escalier,
Down into the mire.
I just hurtled to avoid the huddle.
Remembering those happy days, together we crackle.
On a holiday, at Agra Fort.
With my friends, gushing and rushing on the ramp.
Hay scattered just like sand.
Uf! Suddenly what happened?
I slipped and slithered!
“Now what was that?”, I was out of my head.
“Dry elephant dung”, bursting with laughter, someone dispreads .
Entire herd weirdly cracked up!
It was my lucky day.
I just rode my bicycle all the way.
Proudly I declared, “Hey I can ride without any strain.”
And before I could finish, found myself in the drain.
Laughing out loudly, friends applauded once again.
Hey! This is how every story must begin!
My list goes on, but I think, now I should stop!
Else, laughing out loudly, your jaws will drop!
04/03/2019
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It is difficult to believe others when they are saying something
that is beyond our comprehensive boundaries of truth.
It is hard to take them seriously when what they said they saw
or heard or felt is outside of our belief system.
We often do not believe in things outside our limited perimeters
even when we experience them ourselves.
Weirdly enough, sometimes we are able to convince ourselves
so well that what we saw or felt or observed was not real, so we
can retain our limited ideas about what can and will be.
So we keep this new knowledge hidden from our schemata, and
our conscious mind, which is a shame as it was sent by those who
thought we were wise enough to share.
alabaster aardvark allows
banished blue booby
cobblestone cracks
during Dubuque’s disastrous date
effervescent egrets
feel felonious and free
giving giant giraffe gratitude
high-fiving hilarious hyenas
illustrious indigo iguana
jokily justifies
kangaroo’s curious kindness
luxurious llama laughs
mangy monkey mimics
noisy next-door neighbor
ornery oustanding ostrich of Oz
provokes prissy persnickety peacock
querulously quarrels with quick quail
resident rodent rushes
sassily sure-footed and serious
temperate tarantula turns
under universal udder
variegated villainous veins
willingly walk weirdly
‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtraordinary
yellow yang yaks
zing in zigzag zones, zeroing alabaster aardvarks
Lately, I have not been in touch
Though, I like talking to you - much.
The reason, which I'll share with you
Is embarrassing, but true.
I have a brain and two good eyes.
So, I mainly see, and I'm mainly wise,
But a small part of me is not so smart.
I'd like to think it is my heart.
One thing I can clearly see -
Your old enough, to my daughter be.
You have beauty that is very rare,
While I'm old, skinny and have no hair.
Worse yet - my limitations are many.
Things I do, places I go - hardly any.
All this is fine - 'cuz we're just friends,
But this is not quite where this poem ends.
When I see you in a pretty dress,
The brain inside my head works less.
All the things above which I should know
Turn inside my brain to dough.
I don't want you to see a silly fight
Between dumb Dave wrong, and smart Dave right.
I don't think it would be very cool
To make you put up with such a fool.
Well, anyway, forget what I said
About my eyes, and about my head.
Excuse me if my behavior weirdly tends,
And you and I can just be friends.
The opossum is eating the cat food on the porch this morning.
I feel joy, because she has not been here for ages.
I had seen an opossum carcass on the road, and I felt badly.
Thinking it was “our” opossum.
It is not like she is a pet,
But she has visited here plenty, eating the cat food.
Sometimes next to the cat.
Weirdly enough the cat and the dog
Seem to be in alliance with this
Ugly-tailed vermin.
I researched opossums and
Discovered they are all about family.
Being good moms, and they do not fight
Choosing instead to play opossum
Which means playing dead.
They are good at this.
Maybe the one in the road was playing.
But I doubt it.
Since he no longer had a head.
Nobody plays that well.
The ominous skeletal army advanced on the elfin couple
Sheenah stopped the handsome soldier
She indicated that she would join him in life or death.
His cause was her cause.
He gave her a gentle smile. You realize the sacrifice right?
Sheenah did, but he was worth it. She had seen him in her dreams.
His handsome face turned into a skeletal mask of terror.
She laid down and waited to be devoured or sacrificed.
Weirdly enough the skeletal army carefully stepped around her.
She watched them go, wondering what had happened.
It is enough that you were willing to make the sacrifice, he said.
His face was handsome. He had turned into an Elfin Lord.
I am Eli, he told her. And you are my new queen.
Sheenah, a faerie willing to lay down her life to join their cause.
Immortal now, she helped Eli lead his army to the edges of the valley.
They had people to collect, lives to straighten out, and lessons to teach.
She had never felt more vital, wanted or cherished.
Today was the beginning of her happily ever after.
The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years.
Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them.
No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there.
I have clairaudient tendencies, and I had not heard anything.
But they insisted on trying go conjure up something.
I was amazed when I saw their completed documentary.
Because in the recesses of the tunnel there were four men
Wearing derbies, in dress coats, who came out of that tunnel.
Weirdly enough, no one else saw them including the investigators.
They are right there! I said, pointing them out to my husband.
He said, “of course they are dear.”
There is a disadvantage some days of being para-sensitive.
it's happening again
the pressure behind my ribs,
like something inside me is clawing for a way out
and my hands don't know where to go.
my brain keeps flashing red
like a warning sign no one else can see.
the room is quiet
my head is loud
and every thought is a shove.
I'm not trying to die
I'm just trying to feel something
that makes sense
for once.
i sit there trembling,
breathing too fast,
eyes burning,
wanting the pain to match the mess in my chest
because the mess feels bigger than me.
i see the red oozing out,
skin tingling weirdly,
every line screaming something
my voice doesn't dare to.
and I hate that I'm here again,
i hate that i don't know what else to do.
i hate that I'm scared
of myself
and for myself
at the same time.