Three bros., Wideye, Snaggletooth, and Zonkers
When in town went a little bit bonkers
With the girls that walked by
What was level with their eye
Was ogled, whistled at, or they'd honk-hers!
miniature spaceboy was not as young as he looked
he found a drink on the table and it looked well cooked
he had a tiny taste out of a straw that was sitting alone
strawberry margarita packed a wallop, he dropped his cellphone
the person who came back to the table sucked it up through the straw.
complained to the bartender who said “lah dee dah”
a miniature spaceboy drops that cellphone in drinks every night.
the customer gave the barkeep a look that said “you aren’t right.”
miniature spaceboy was not as young as he looked
he found a drink on the table and it looked well cooked
he had a tiny taste out of a straw that was sitting alone
strawberry margarita packed a wallop, he dropped his cellphone
the person who came back to the table sucked it up through the straw.
complained to the bartender who said “lah dee dah”
a miniature spaceboy drops that cellphone in drinks every night.
the customer gave the barkeep a look that said “you aren’t right.”
Hey Jimmy
I wonder
Is there salt in heaven
How many parrots can sit on the head of a needle
What are we going to do come Monday
The oldest surfer in the skies
Has Left one particular harbor
Beginning his trip around the sun
Leaving us behind
Nobodies from nowhere
Looking for Margaritaville
And a friend named Jimmy
But he’s gone
Raise your glass to the son of a sailor
Tip a toast
Why don’t we get drunk
It’s going to be a Livingston Saturday Night
Hey Jimmy
I wonder
Is there salt in heaven
Autumn ultimately receives it all -
Painted in bald bohemian design,
A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine -
Nevertheless not exempt from the fall.
Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing -
Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse,
Sublimating into slumbering blues -
Nevertheless not immune to the spring.
Spring ultimately renews with fresh whiff -
Splendour of colours ignites the world hued,
Young fauna run around with zest imbued -
Nevertheless not spared from summer's sniff.
Summer ultimately shines bright with cheer -
The ocean blows in soft breeze on waves white,
Morning swims and evening walks, hearts delight,
Nevertheless not secure from Fall's sneer.
Form: Enclosed Rhyme (10 syllables)
29th March 2023
I am looking forward to a margarita tonight said my friend Ms. Jett.
She gave me a cagey wink, and I smiled, not having a reply yet.
What kind of a day could it have been? What kind of an ominous start?
It was 9:20 a.m. and she had not had her class yet; they were in art.
I wondered about her enthusiasm, thought it was a bit odd.
“Invite me too!” whispered another teacher, named Miss Dodd.
I lied and said we had no more room at our friendship table.
Miss Dodd is almost always angry, and this is no fable.
Novelty, a thirst she longs to explore,
Anticipating lovemaking and more
Imploring soft touch of You
From Canada, Her page view
Photo of Charlie Chaplin she ardor
3/9/2022
M
Am I blind? Might I see
R
G
A reason for this gaiety?
R
I
T
All for one and one for all!
D
Abort the custom of Last Call!
Y
01/08/21
Kim’s Acrostic Play 2 Holiday Version
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Seeking a place of refuge, from the boiling deep-sea and rolling thunderous skies, while the ship heaves to and fro like a weathered leaf. Thoughts of whether, we will live or not, do cross my mind, as the rain presses against my face, in the engulfing black night. The shining city of lights appears on the hill, like a cluster of flowers, in a peaceful meadow. Advancing past the firmament of poured earth, that blocks the high seas. We enter the harbor and in the calm, a pearl of great price, when suddenly at Godspeed the words of life, now so real and understood, standing within this port. harbingers destiny God said it was so, weather covert from the storm
It's everlasting smooth of the sea
as deepest solitude of mine
I can't escape from myself I see
I cannot fall asleep with wine.
New shores of being, of course,
I cannot reach
And wind is ripping out the sail as witch.
I touched your day-dreams and it was bad
this evil moment, and the sand
of world of ours (oh, it is sad)
was flowing out over my hand.
We came to others
we fastened more and more,
We passed through and we do not know, what for.
I'm here, there are the light and the rest
I'm here again I hear your name in the past,
The voice that is lost flies over our crying
to fall again from evil skies like fire that's cold.
I thought the time will erase your trace
Another embrace brought me light
And I was looking not for your gaze
I didn't want return our night.
I was forgetting
all, starting live again,
But smooth of sea's as long as cruel pain.
I'm here, there are the light and the rest
I'm here again I hear your name in the past,
The voice that is lost flies over our crying
to fall again from evil skies like fire that's cold.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Margarita Pushkina (song by heavy metal band Kipelov)
Our friend Margarita is a little different
She would often dream of a bearded face
What she says is gray but significant
In her very own version below I place
The contour in my dream is very familiar
But still I cannot recognize
In me he is the organizer
I love and admire his inspiring eyes
Often in my much loved dream
I see him as a Krishna
In his smile an irresistible gleam
Under the tree of banana
When I am in consonance
I feel a cerebral fiesta
But if I am in dissonance
Tempestuous is my vista
These dreams of flute and might
Reinforce my hemoglobin
Leading me from darkness to light
Making my psyche play a violin
Krishna in Radha a perfect blend
A stable amygdala to guide
Overflowing poetry at the bend
When you are by my side
_____________________________________________________
May 26, 2016
For Animus – Anima Part II – Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
Note: Radha and Krishna are collectively known within Hinduism as the combination of both the feminine as well as the masculine aspects of divinity. ( Wikipedia)
There’s good tequila imported from Mexico.
To make this drink, that’s the way to go.
We need Triple Sec and juice of a lime.
Put these ingredients in a shaker with ice.
Give it a good shake, and all will look nice.
Salt around the glass’s rim is good all the time.
You will have one of the most popular drinks in America.
Coming up from south of the border, it’s called a “Margarita”.
Dark waterfall of soft strands
Playing in the air, loftily....
Dark hollows piercing my heart
White shine-brighter than the sun...
Caricature of the milkiest dye
Rosiest ambrosias, sweet nor'westers....
Angelic face, love supreme
Eve's grace and a hue in cream...
Floating enigma of delight
Captivating perfume of silky nethers....
Encumbering all other damsels
Fairest pearl of the night sky
Outshining the heavens who sculpted her
That is Margarita................
A soul without words
A despair without losses
A bride without the pain
A momentary ray of hope
The sunshine of the day
A melody of mystical times
Margarita is that.............
Masterpiece of my brush
Reflection of my demeanour
Melody of my seasons
That is Margarita...........
EYES SO GREEN THAT I PONDER
WITH GAZE THAT SEEMS LIKE LIGHTENING AND THUNDER
FOR YOUR WARM EMBRACE I HUNGER
THE LUCKY ONE WOULD WISH FOR NOTHING TO PUT ASUNDER
OH WHAT A NOSE SO THIN AND STRAIGHT
IF I MUST BE TRAPPED THEN YOU'LL BE THE BAIT
FOR IN THE VALLEY OF THORNS AM READY TO WAIT
TO LOVE YOU NOT IS WHAT I HATE
ESTONIAN DIAMOND SO ALLURING
WITH A SMILE THAT COULD GET A SICKMAN HEALING
I WONDER HOW LONG HE TOOK IN YOUR MAKING
A PRESENCE THAT MAKES A THOUSAND MEN WISHING
OH DARK ROSE LIPS
GIVE MY CHOCOLATE LIPS A KISS
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