The sky didn’t open—you did.
That’s what He said.
And suddenly, silence stopped pretending it was empty.
Eyes locked to an alien like it was trendy—
But the alien was memory, dressed in something friendly.
A silent scream’s polka-dotted bow tie is world-endly.
He offered me a mirror wrapped in a question gently.
It read:
“If you’ll let me? Lay still and let me rock your world.”
But I had earthquakes in my chest I never learned to hurl.
I don’t know if he got my letter,
but I sent one back—
Written in breath,
sealed in a panic attack.
It read:
“If I am the curtain…
then who pulled me back?”
Illusory energy, you steal my thunder,
Turned me into static so you’d feel like wonder.
Truth knits a sweater of desire,
But leaves the tag on, tangled in the wire.
Return policy reads:
“No refunds for souls that chose silence over schemes.”
This curtain is yours,
when you return to your dreams.
Just knock twice
on the seam
where the fabric still breathes
Oh, I'm a Limmerjack and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I write all day
I write silly stuff, I fry my brain
I go to the lava-tree
On weekday's I get hammered
And write about thirty-three
I write pretty poems
I eat lotsa stuff
I goes to the lava-tree
On weekday's I get hammered
And write about thirty-three
CHORUS
I write silly stuff, I fry my brain
I pick wild flowers
I dress up in women's clothing
And hang around in showers
Oh, I'm a Limmerjack and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I write all day
My apologies
(continuation of Milt Hankin's Montgomery La Verve )
Seems that Monty hung off to the right,
and he held to that curve a bit tight
with gusto and verve
to tingle the nerves,
but there’s no happy endings tonight.
The police report didn’t seem right;
It said that 'e missed indy light?
He was so overjoyed,
his airbags deployed;
the wreckage was powdery, white.
Monty Python taught me, the more outrageous the better
Brits were born with giggle genes, the rest got aged cheddar
Being a Canuck
Was partly in luck
My genes, though worn, are still Brit-based giggle-spreaders
Craziest time...
Under my sheet
Felt something strange...
Tickling my feet
My wife wasn't there...
She had slept at her momma's
So I knew it wasn't her...
That had crawled up my pajamas
I froze for a moment...
Lay stiff like a board
Then I jumped like a rabbit...
When my breath was restored
I fell off my bed...
Felt a bruise and a bump
When I landed hard...
On the round of my rump
I admit I was a bit frightened...
And all the bit scared
But I just had to laugh...
When I saw what I feared
It jumped off of my bed...
And it ran through my house
What had crawled up my pajamas ...
Was a tiny white mouse
Craziest Time At The Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
7-28-2020
If you feel too dejected to talk,
are alone and feel dull as a rock,
try to be at your ease,
imitate Mr. Cleese:
raise your legs for the silliest walk.
I found as apport
A Monty’s tail
I wished full Monty
I went to an ‘animal experience’ its something I won’t forget
Sitting there on benches with a canopy to stop us getting wet
The first creature we saw was a giant cockroach – it was sooooo big
We had the chance to hold it I said ‘no way’ just put it on a twig
Next we saw a giant African snail
The thought of holding it made me go quite pale
Finally they brought out the snakes
I was so scared I got the shakes
But ‘Monty’ python was so stunning
I was good and didn’t go off running
The lady held it for us to touch
So warm and soft it wasn’t rough
Touching a snake does not hold such a fear
I will be brave again if I go next year
Jan Allison
19th July 2014
Now ladies and gents, let's bring no offense
to the lads that wear tightly clad drabs
They liked the film Kinky Boots
And have watched The Full Monty
So now they dance naked and/or dress drag!
If one room of writing I can never leave,
Than faithful I will remain.
Hopeful clown,
Dancing joy in books.
Paint my face with colorful ink,
Scrolls cloth me in bagginess.
Bringing a smile & laughter to overcome the pain,
Everyday living.
Lord,
My Witness indeed.
Looking down from the Heaven.
Lived I did,
Mostly dark moments.
My life past,
Overcast writings.
Living Sheol I thought could never be broken,
Ball & chain no more.
Therefore,
Help others,
My destiny?
Welcome little boy in me,
Time to play!
Lord,
Once in awhile he needs his nap.
Can the man take the pen?
Like every child he desires cookies & milk.
Cookies are the joices of others,
Milk to carry on after the reading in joyful hope.
So!
Here I am Monty Python,
I'm signing on the dotted line!
O?
By the way,
We'll discuss my pay later!
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