Black girls mollycoddle,
dandle cranky babies;
some cradled on arm and hip,
some hustled along
on low-riding wheels.
Brown men lounge outside bodega’s,
some soft-soap, play imaginary guitars,
some flash smiles at the slackening sun,
dare it to glitz elsewhere.
White girls sit on the steep stoops
bare knees out and breezing,
smoke with dreamy eyes,
pass comments that time-bomb tick.
From high wires
pigeons rubberneck like parakeets.
Thin city winds dodge washing lines.
Blouses and dresses
grip their hamstrung trapezes.
Black backyard mechanics
lean over engine blocks,
imagine curvy garbs air-dancing,
blown outward from street grates
slow billowed from vents.
The brownstones take a knee,
sweat breaks over rooftops.
A scurry of hands snatch
rumbling city transports
that beep ways to late shifts.
Those that ply less punched-out trades
slip into hankering gaps,
alleys, half-way loitering’s
that flicker into sight
juiced by the scatter and clatter
of pigeon wings.
Jackabob Give a Knob
Open a dresser
Straighten up presser
Mackalong Sing a Song
I have to confess
Life can be a mess
Mollycoddle Dig and Doddle
Rhyming is fun
Here in the sun
Act of treating someone in a pampered manner
GandMa’s darling grandson finds it hard and very difficult
to participate with the team to solely handle instrument
Don't criticize her for supporting, helping
from unpleasant experiences protecting
her grandson but he needs to grow; How long he'll remain innocent?
~X~X~X~
The "Wagon Man"
"Wagon John" Harrel
Written: by Tom Wright
1/30/03
Glaring, glinting eyes,
set deep in a weathered face.
One scant peek revealed,
his life, at warp speed pace.
A mask filled with time ruts,
with narratives to relate.
Stories of life, and alcohol,
that weren't all too great.
An old unshaven face,
Was home to a raspy shout.
A rolled up hat brim,
articulated what he was about.
He claims friendship with God,
and the environment made.
Thankful for each spring rain,
and midsummer oak tree shade.
To those who mollycoddle,
he has "trail tales" to tell.
His demeanor, captivating,
if you indulge him for a spell.
His space is Truscott, Tx.
now, all he dares crave.
While bathed in paranoia,
my friend to the grave.
I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety
Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in boondoggled
bedraggled, beware
I'm not making sense
and I really don't care!
Gushing galoot, galumph, galore
something inside crying
more, More, MORE!!!
I'm an insatiable verbavore!
Flippantly tripping through
flibbertigibbet, flumadiddle
filipendulous to the stupendous
sounds of mellifluous eutony
I am getting so tongue-tied here
my mouth is in mutiny!
But, oh my Dearie-
there's whigmaleerie
wifty, whimsical...
mugwump, moppet
words keep wheeling through my head
'though silly, I can't stop it!
For there's slubberdegullion
mollycoddle, hobgoblin
and gumption, too!
With all the splendiferous words about...
what's a logoleptic to do?
Congratulations you’ve done it!
And with flying colours too.
But then we knew you could do it
We had every faith in you.
Although your nerves were jangling
And your tummy wouldn’t settle,
We knew once you took it to task
You’d conquer that bit of metal.
Emergency stop,turn in the road,
Highway Code a doddle.
And you should be proud of yourself
The examiner didn’t mollycoddle.
Now at last you’re up there
With the favoured rest.
You can throw away the L plates
Now you’ve PASSED your test.....
But just a word of caution;
Before you set off into the blue,
Remember the road’s not a race track
And we’re fond of every bit of you.—
Well now you’ve got the green light,
It’s go ahead,action stations!
Grab the wheel,use your head and your heart,
And once again DRIVER congratulations.
I wrote this for a friend who passed their test.
Doddle- very easy
Mollycoddle- be gentle with
We all have one in our lives, someone better than you,
not much to be done about it, in shades of blue,
where did he get the lines from, was it God-given?
Maybe, to keep you in place but how the hell was he driven?
Suddenly there's a change, now I'm better than him,
I want it permanent, not just in the interim;
however, I'm grateful for the role model, it's a doddle,
no looking back, easy, no longer need the mollycoddle.
Thank you Robert, for giving me all of the superlatives,
now I know reasoning, aims and that justice lives;
the best thing is the platform you gave for progression,
and being greater than you is no longer an obsession.
There's a smile forming when I see the students come,
dig out my latin, they just go on and on, ad infinitum.
What message should I give my friend the heart? As if my eyes
have kissed my mouth and swallowed all sweet-loving words;
where were you? Where shall I hide from life if life had never
mentioned you or somehow the moon fell into the sun?
Then leave the tea upon the sidewalk and let the fireflies
warm the brew. And mollycoddle rabbits nuzzle closely to mother’s
pelt the last moments of the day’s angry sun -- those igniting
sparks mostly resembling your touching soul.
:: 02.22.2016 ::
Only mince words for society’s detriment.
Mollycoddle youth for the future’s corruption.
Beware of using political correction,
society’s wormwood; overdose for descent.
Today’s apocalypse is due to discontent.
Hello, Omnipotent: Lordship, Excellency, Highness a moment please.
Great and mighty Lord of the universe I am just your slave to wish
Education is miles away; give me the power untold to mollycoddle.
O! Gracious lord can I really live with out your agreement support?
Trust me to will; the land air and seas so all kneel before thy might
Just am thy right hand, for mighty devil loves his proximity with you.
Worry not as the living die I claim their soul in bounty to foster love,
She vampires burn their soul’s cold in passion; to others joy in truth.
Jargon lures them; temptation strikes their fangs; into deadly poison
Like the scorpion sting they quiver in anger fume into loosing trust,
Bring armor in fights where lapping venomous tongues fling death.
Shoulders move like lightening in cobra strikes to plunder their life.
Documents signed witnessed by the devil, sealed; I walk away free.
Master of the living world, crawl for now I own your body-mind-soul.
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