On the Garden State Parkway
In New Jersey state,
There are places to stop
To put food on your plate
Or put gas in your tank
Or prevent further grief
With a stop to the restrooms
To get some relief.
Certain rest stops are named
After locals of fame,
Since their monikers give them
A touch of acclaim.
One such area called
“Jon Bon Jovi” salutes
The adored well-known singer
With New Jersey roots.
I’m not sure if Bon Jovi’s
Possessed of a clue
That his namesake’s the place
People pee or they poo.
Categories:
monikers, irony,
Form: Rhyme
I am comfortable with dogs, because they make me feel safe
Three of them guard me, sleeping around my head and hands.
My husband is also a comfort; I have known him for sixty-eight years.
Since we were four, it would be impossible to be uncomfortable with him.
I am a poet, an artist, a writer, a painter and a cartoonist.
I am comfortable with all of these monikers; they complete me.
When my children and grandchildren visit, I am totally at peace.
Comfortable with my life style, my life choices and my enchanted forest.
I live in an underground house in the woods, with two dog doors.
We have raccoons, skunk, fox, deer, turtles, snakes, and other creatures.
None have come into the dog door, but I am comfortable with them
My dogs will chase the woodland creatures out if they wander in.
Categories:
monikers, self,
Form: Free verse
"The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist."
~ Charles Baudelaire
The more he declares his innocence, the more there is to fear
he who dons disguises but beware that he's among us here.
We catch a glimpse of his impish and cunning, his wily ways
when he hides his shrewdness in sweet talk. It's how he plays
his devious game. Many monikers he bears, thinking he's slick
as he swears, "I'm peaceable." Be wary, do not fall for his trick.
Categories:
monikers, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Dumbass Genius Farm Boys Paradigm
David J Walker
“Genius” may have been the most ironic of all
The four-letter adverb monikers daily applied
To describe the general dissatisfaction
With any and all work performed on the farm
“Way to go Genius” was the norm as
The tearing down process was performed
Can you be a Genius and a Dumbass
at the same time
as you chime in
too late to make any sense
of the Dumbass-Genius farm boy paradigm
“What do you think Genius” was the question
To the obvious answer that goes without saying
To any coherent thing in the Kings English spoken
With a deep Texas drawl
“I know y’all aint that GD Dumb…dumbass”
“Y’all aint from round here, are ya Genius”
I couldn’t believe it either, but I was and
I could drop the F-Bomb with the best of ‘em
Forming a drawled word you’d never heard in the
Middle of a sentence never spoken in
Sunday school
“Hey Genius, get yer ass over here”
I’d heard that demand so many times that
I’d planned to send my ass and leave the
Rest of me behind
But that will be next time
Dumbass Genius
Categories:
monikers, allegory, childhood, farm,
Form: Rhyme
Sheba had that twirly whirly jumpy bumpy personality
That told you she was either a Gemini or on drugs
I am a Gemini, and on drugs, so I recognized her right away
Others steered clear of her, using monikers like
Crazy, weird, unusual, off-the-chain, strange.
That is why I ran toward her and made her a friend right away
Sheba had grown up in a carnival, learning to read tarot cards
I love tarot cards; I have tried to read them but
They always end up reading me….
I had grown up in a strict clean house with a mother
Who dragged us to church six times a week
And Sheba thought that was charming….
Sheba had a host of people raise her – the fat woman, the thin man,
The mustached woman, the bearded women, lots of women.
She was used to ignoring orders from everyone….
I had grown up with a drill sergeant of a mother
who expected us to jump hard and fast,
so I was used to lots of belt whippings…..
Sheba and I had not grown up in the same way at all,
but we clicked immediately, understanding that we had all
kinds of things in common
Possibly because we are both crazy, weird, unusual, off-the-chain,
and wonderfully strange.
Categories:
monikers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
I’m not Grandma, Granny, Gram
And certainly not Bubby.
It is Nana who I am
And Grandpa for my hubby.
Choosing monikers is strange –
We rarely do the picking –
And, once chosen, we can’t change
So what we choose is sticking.
When I’m greeted or I’m paged
With “Nana,” here’s the thing –
All my senses are engaged;
My heart begins to sing.
Categories:
monikers, me, words,
Form: Rhyme
I'm one of millions of what's called a wordsmith
Forging weapons of the sharpened tongue
Generating of hymns of brazen oaths that have yet to be sung
So I inhale thoughts
Filling every bit of my lungs
Ready to exhale wisdom of experiences
Watering of a garden full of knowledge seeds for the bell has been rung
Echoes of manifestation that only peace of mind can bring
I've purchased lifelong tickets, to this train of thought
So it could never be just a fling
Far above being a peasant
But I'm not trying to be the king
Been knighted under sworn oath to deflect the scorpion's sting
An alliance of factions, in my mind, once divided, but now in unison, they stand
Because it's the only way that opposing forces could not gain the upper hand
Sure, things may not always go as planned
That's why there's a need to improvise within grains of life's sand
This song is far from over
So can we constantly strike up the band
So am I one of, or one in a million monikers of "wordsmith"?
I'll let you be the judge of whether or not in my own place, within millions, I stand...
Categories:
monikers, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
Some One may ask, hiding behind mask
Who is the terrorist? Who indeed I ask?
Many a terrorist deflect their sins
On the defenders of freedom, they sow their raw hate
They yell their morals then cheat on their mate
They care only for their own righteous words
They brainwash the victims to cut off the heads
Then invent truths to fit their illusions so dead
They sing of peace and sell bullets for blood
Careful of the dark shadows hiding behind masks
They are easy to spot
They say not their names, only to defame
They hide behind codes and monikers
The KKK was classic
At the white cloak game
If you disagree
A hypocrite he says you shall be
When he is the leader of deceiving all of thee
Sweet words never hide the camel’s breath
Ask the children of Assad
Killed by men behind gas masks
Categories:
monikers, abuse, allah, angel, angst,
Form: Light Verse
Max and Bella topped the list
Of New York doggie names.
Lola and Lucky, Rocky and Jack
Were other common claims.
Charlie, Buddy, Lucky, Teddy
All were top 10 males.
Toby, Oliver and Milo
All way top-tier tails.
Daisy, Coco, Princess, Molly,
Chloe, Sophie run
With the females on the list.
Poor Fidos – not a one!
Every state most likely has
Its own peculiar set
Of monikers that people chose
To name their precious pet.
It’s curious how names evolve
From what they used to be.
I wonder who decides which gain
In popularity.
Categories:
monikers, dog, new york,
Form: Rhyme
The Internet or cyberspace needs you to trust it, even though embarrassing vulnerabilities will reveal your lack of wit.
Tech savvy users, ciphered chatting and risk calculus, reading the terms of service, as it could be the catalyst...
To consented digital surveillance, data-mining and analytical buffoonery, who can you choose to be if you are truly not free?
Cameras are everywhere, in the sky and in our pocket, accessed through transmission control protocol sockets.
The clear net is the internet minus the deep and the dark monikers, you can get high off your own supply of virtual encrypted liquors.
Download an app from any store and your identity may be stolen, by pirates with bad intentions, a wolf in sheeps’ clothing.
A sheep in wolves clothing, is software maliciously exploited, with he intent of hurting developers, hoping everyone will avoid it.
Now here comes the patches, updates and recommended use, just like substance abuse, addictive qualities will be produced.
Categories:
monikers, philosophy, poetry, social, spoken
Form: Rhyme
in the valley of stone icons and swing sets
concrete angels with brightly enameled orange
ribcages crash violently into one another.
They leave cracked cement with crawling
octopus monikers throughout the dirt lines.
stretching always stretching out further.
difficult, strange dandelions with austere stern continence's
remain in between a backyard swing set and a stone madonna
draped in gaudy necklaces.
and in the year of out lord I sought I foot print in the sand...
Categories:
monikers, allegory,
Form: Ballad
If you had a baby
And you live in New York City,
Likely he’d be Jayden,
Which would really be a pity.
Eight hundred other newborns
All were given that same name.
Originality might not be
Jayden’s claim to fame.
For New York City baby girls,
The top choice on the list
Was Isabella, now that Ashley’s
Somehow been dismissed.
When parents agonize to pick
A name they find unique,
It really has to put a crimp
In part of that mystique
When, on the playground, they call
Isabella! or shout Jayden!
And fifty little toddlers
All come saucily paradin’.
I guess those parents might have gone
With Enoch, Oona, Veer;
Those monikers were at the bottom
Of the list last year.
To brand-new parents, though, whose babies’
Lives have just begun,
Their Jayden or their Isabella
Is the only one.
Categories:
monikers, introspection, people, parents, new
Form: Rhyme