In the cramped font room we’d sit and stare
At the telly on the blink needing care.
With a slap on its head,
While the cussing instead
Was more entertaining than the fair.
The limericks piled in his yard
Made mowing and maintenance hard.
The blade would get stuck
When nonsense it struck,
The handle from hyperbole jarred.
hoe poe hops, listens
long needle beak plunges in
fresh grub breakfast
We awake in the morning, brush teeth,
comb hair -
remake the dream.
Overnight the edges of reality fray,
pieces of the dream flake off,
vision becomes threadbare.
The dream must be repaired each day
or we might question
the reality of combing hair
and brushing teeth.
He is down for scheduled maintenance
for a minor refit and tweak
for all the words he has to speak.
Ghost must adjust new software.
Old bones given new clothes.
Shuffling poetry tuned tight to walk upright.
Night and day, cogs have been turning, turning,
mind oil has been burning,
now time has developed a crick in the neck.
However, he is doing fine.
The Muses and their staff
will get back to you
just as soon
as they bring him back on-line.
My roof is immune to weather worries
since I got my Shingles vaccination.
HIGH MAINTENANCE TM
In their
unreal world,
women want high-end things,
like Louis Vuitton putting them
in debt.
Trademark - Quintain Poetry Sara Kendrick
Used How Many Syllables
12/20/20
On a cozy morning, with flying chutzpah, I sat before the door step of poetry knowing behind it there lies an ocean, where Bards and Keats and Shakespeares in disguise, swimming in vivid colors and I knocked the door with a pusillanimous heart, eyeing for their bit of beatitude. But,
my knocks are returned
panacea glimmered far -
Poetry Soup down
First Place in STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (12) any theme any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brain Strand
Chaos spreads like metastatic growth
In carefully designed manipulation
Family therapy
The puppet mistress casts her chords
Feeds her prey with miserable traction
Border lines crossed
Control is the trade she plies in glee
It corrodes and shelters dysfunction
Emotional bribery
Responsibility declared abandonment
Regrets resentment sadness anger
You make your bed and …
Vile venom sheathed in candy wrapper
She’s burning all her feeble bridges
Retreat the only hope
06th February 2020
towering weeds
the unkempt garden
~ admitting defeat
posted on July 31, 2018
(Rhyming Senryu)
Cold and careful hands
Dismantle love’s elements
Methodically
The eye detecting
Fragile fractured copper threads
Dispassionately
Concentrating fire
Melting metal, soldered wire
Mending circuitry
Testing, one, two, three
The current, interrupted
Now set flowing free
How beautifully
Cool flux and hot flame restore
Conductivity
Love’s analogy
Motorcycle maintenance
Electricity
by Gail
A stunning woman, so beautiful and polite,
But causing concern, I'm thinking twice,
My girl puts my credit card to much use
Tantamount to severe financial abuse,
Although, I do enjoy her other vice.
Today
you look
like a peanut
assaulted
in a bad neighborhood...
Back in time
you dreamed to date
Brad Pitt
but he was taken
from Angelina Jolie
a true man eater
then you hooked-up
with a hairy biker
a body builder
who is about to explode
like a thanksgiving turkey
feed in steroids and cocaine
like a pig in an all you can eat
garbage joint
who goes crazy
and beats the crap out of you
at night
and early in the morning...
See
it's white snow
but dogs poop
on it...
I’ve lost it. I’m exhausted.
I can’t handle another day of these
Auditory hallucinations. Doors creaking
Open Voices carrying around basins.
These days with no sleep
are starting to
Become costly,
to my overall health.
Wait, do I need help?
Hold up!
Grab a wrench!
grab your tool belt!
We’ve got to get this girl back to
Stellar mental health !
Wait, I’m not a machine?
I said to myself
They said it’s okay ma’am
We’re trained in these sorts
Of matters better than anybody else
Feeling stressed you say, take a shot
Of vodka while we take a look at you
Right away
A little elbow grease and your brain
Won’t be on its knees anymore
You’ll be back on your feet in no time
Miss, we can’t miss with our new
And improved stationery kits.
Just relax and you’ll improve
It’s not like you’re the only one
Going through this.
Maintenance
There once was a wife who wanted her husband
to maintain every single thing in the house.
"Maintain the plumbing why don't you?" she nagged
And on and on she nags, from sun up 'til sun down.
"Where are my red satin faux fur slippers, she cranked
in unison with, "Oh, bring me Scruffy now!" and "Let's
not forget my Pierre' water boiled with lemon zinger tea.'
Then one day the husband retorted, "I'll maintain the plumbing
as the toilet paper situation needs to improve greatly around here."
And as his voice trails off..."I won't let the door hit me in the a**...
and you'll get
Maintenance!"
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