Inspired by the song Bones, by Imagine Dragons
Gimme, gimme, gimme some trick or treat
I’m standin’ right here, lookin’ at you
An Abba Zabba is all I need (ooh)
The grim reaper can’t take my life,
Cuz’ I’m already a skeleton on your porch
With a thousand Abba Zabbas (ooh).
My patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
Our patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
I-I-I got this feeling, yeah, you know
Where I'm losing all control
'Cause my costume is skeleton bones
and I really want a Tootsie Roll
Make it sweet, don’t throw stones,
Watch me shake my skeleton bones
Playing with a stick of bubble-gum, all right.
My bones aren’t black and gray. They’re white.
Hit me with a Snickers bar – outta sight! (ooh, oh)
Feeling like a Three Musketeers munching
Or a Crackle bar a-crunching
How bout hitting me with a double,
If it isn’t too much trouble.
My patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
Our patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
tree of cicadas
munching happily on leaves
perfect harmony
My metabolism went missing~
moseyed off one lazy morning,
mumbling something about
mandatory moonlit me-time.
Now it mingles with mischief,
maybe munching on marshmallows,
maybe meandering through
mysterious medieval corridors
with zero motivation to return.
Meanwhile, I’m here~
making peace with my monstrous midsection,
marveling at how one small,
slippery, stubborn system
can stage such a spectacular
metabolic mutiny.
PS “Wherever my metabolism wandered off to, would you at least send a postcard?!”
Quote- Let not my ashes spoil the soil, rich in it with thy flesh- Poet
Oh, how the sky looks so gorgeous today
Calico colors in wavy waffled rows
Of mixed bright white clouds edged in dark grey
The willow trees sway while a mild wind blow
And the elks in the pasture munching on green
Where all kinds of flowers and greenery grow
A river that zigzags through a narrow ravine
Has a limestone bottom that hides large rainbow trout
A picture so perfect for an "Outdoors" magazine
And the sounds of the songbirds in the forest throughout
Steer butterfly's and bumble bees all over the sky
This nature's scenery is like paradise- no doubt
This stunning a place puts a sheen in my eye
For this is the place in which I'd like to die
There's blood on my fresh roast coffee
blood on the sunny Sunday bell
blood on my tricycle wheels
across my blue-sky dreams
those devilish chem trails.
There's blood on John Lennon sheets
They're poisoning birds and honeybees.
They call us cattle, treat us like sheep.
Their arrogance blocks out our sun.
Sweaty jails swinging wide open for us.
Closed tight for the morally bankrupt.
They are mimicking Saturn's passion.
Munching away the faith of innocence.
Blood-blood-blood flowing everywhere.
It's all of them and always has been.
Demons drink without a care.
My blood pressure kisses the north side of high.
Patience hangs from the south side of down.
I used to traipse the woods to temper the grind.
Now I stay deep inside a cockroach house
a permanent bending of the mind.
Their egos are greasy and fatally stained.
Their arrogance-an incurable disease.
But what they don't understand is
that there's no escaping the crumbling castle
of the chronically damned.
God carved fate into the eternal face of time.
He will gild and elevate the little ones...
A resurrection of a blue-sky lullaby.
The grey house sparrows come
To sit on the window sill
To feed on nuts and seeds
Quite happy having their fill
Satisfying their eating needs.
The bluebird and the woodpecker
They come along here as well
To have their share of seeds
Munching in the morning breeze
Then when the day comes slowly to a close
The sun goes setting in the west
The flowers prepare for their sleep at night
The birds back to their nest
All awaits the new days morning light
To waken up the world again
And in its return we delight
Embracing it all like a welcomed friend
A farmer's day brings both worries and joys
Every day he sets out to check his livestock ,Rex staying close to his heel. There they all are scattered throughout the field. His keen eye spots something amiss. A mother cow is slumped low on the grass ,her little calf no longer with her. Controlling his panic ,he examines the fence until he comes across a gap ,big enough for a calf to slip through but denying that opportunity to her. Looking over the fence, he spies the calf munching merrily in the next meadow. His snap of his fingers sends Rex racing through the gap to bring the calf safely home to be happily reunited with its relieved mother, and he then plugs the gap with boughs from a fallen tree.
A young calf missing
The worrying search ends well
Rex saving the day
they get better
as I get older
‘A Long
and Winding Road’
I ran with ever-
restless feet
past the farms
of Canandaigua
Simon and Garfunkel
sang me through
the steeper climbs
I built my “Bridge
Over Troubled Water”
one plank at a time
I learned to step rhythmically
with a level view
up and over the ever rising
roads that kissed the edge
of a bass-filled lake
and patient
cornfields
“and time can do
so much”
I was sewn roughly
together
by the music
of The Righteous Brothers
“Unchained Melody”
after Terry and Tahira
died
“lonely rivers sigh”
concentrate
on the deer
munching dandelions
in September
“I’ll be coming home,
wait for me.”
a doe pirouettes
off a car
in front of me
and I am finally calm
in not knowing
the meaning
behind
everything
A piece of peace I find when all alone
reading or writing some poems, or
relaxing as I scroll on my phone;
lazing as I watch TV,
munching on some popcorn!
When all worries flee
from my mind, it’s
at home that
I find
peace.
they get better
as I get older
‘A Long
and Winding Road’
I ran with ever-
restless feet
past the farms
of Canandaigua
Simon and Garfunkel
sang me through
the steeper climbs
I built my “Bridge
Over Troubled Water”
one plank at a time
I learned to step rhythmically
with a level view
up and over the ever rising
roads that kissed the edge
of a bass-filled lake
and patient
cornfields
“and time can do
so much”
I was sewn roughly
together
by the music
of The Righteous Brothers
“Unchained Melody”
after Terry and Tahira
died
“lonely rivers sigh”
concentrate
on the deer
munching dandelions
in September
“I’ll be coming home,
wait for me.”
a doe pirouettes
off a car
in front of me
and I am finally calm
in not knowing
the meaning
behind
everything
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Reginald vowed with nut-free zeal,
Salads shall be my balanced meal!
He heard advice (quite well-intended):
Eat the rainbow!—so his habits he amended.
In went the reds, the blues, and the yellows~
M&M’s sparkled like fruity little fellows.
Rainbow nutrients! he chirped with delight,
Munching his way through each sugary bite.
By February? A wobble, a sigh~
Next year, he vowed, I’ll eat kale... or fruit pie.
Alligators with stiff necks and jaws
Boars roaming and munching without trimmed claws
Cats that nap all the time
Dogs that snap overtime
Elephants of trumpet, splash and bow
Foxes gekker, gnash and chow
Goats that rap, blitz and bleat
Hares hop with furs so neat
Iguana with spikes and protective tail
Jaguars of the cat world that rarely wail
Kiang of the wild and meadows
Loris of the night without pillows
Mongoose of bravery and viper's nemesis
Nandu of strong femoris
Olms of the cave and false mimesis
Pikas of the puff world
Quokka of the smiley world
Red fox of historical Ethiopia
Storks that bring luck in utopia
Tapirs of animated and mythical world
Uakari of the New World
Vicuna of long eyelashes
Wallaby, big foot of dashes
Xeme of the gully world
Yarri of the lost world
Zebras that play chess and checkers
Animals of the nutty world
Carnivals of naughtiness
Festivals of display and vivaciousness
Intestinal relief of the blessed world
(Prosebite)
December’s so right, has many delights
With lovely blue skies and clear starry nights
My Summer’s begun, with warmth from the sun
And daily long walks it’s time to have fun.
The end of the year, brings many good cheer
Especially for kids, when Christmas is here.
There’s so much for me, out there just to see
It really depends on where I will be
Take a trip to some place, that I’ve never been
Keep a diary each day on what I have seen.
Or a beach holiday, not too far away
In my nice caravan, that’s where I shall stay.
Read books and relax, while munching on snacks
Go shopping for clothes, sort through all the racks
Could go for a swim, or workout in a gym
At times make no plans, just go on a whim.
With voices so fine, we’ll sing Auld Lang Syne
On each New Years Eve, at midnight clocks chime.
The month of December, has much to remember
And so, to you all, that’s me from ‘Down Under’
When little Genghis refuses to eat
won't even sniff his favorite treats
There is one thing he can't refuse
Nacho Cheese Doritos to the rescue.
Doritos of Nacho Cheese, Nacho Cheese
The crunchy crispy cheesy flavor sure to please
Makes you smile and wag your tail
Eat as a snack or with a meal.
Sassy knows by her nose
opening a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos
She whimpers and whines begging to dine
For the taste of Nacho Cheese Doritos divine.
Doritos of Nacho Cheese, Nacho Cheese
The crunchy crispy cheesy flavor sure to please
Makes you smile and wag your tail
Eat as a snack or with a meal.
Yes I am guilty of crunching a few
Bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos or two
They can't be beat flavor at its peak
Munching on those Nacho Cheese Doritos treat.
Doritos of Nacho Cheese, Nacho Cheese
The crunchy crispy cheesy flavor sure to please
Makes you smile and wag your tail
Eat as a snack or with a meal.
Tail wagging good...
I remember in days long gone
our neighborhood boys
scooping large fallen branches
from the backwoods’ trees
and fitting them together with rope,
finishing off their crudely constructed creations
with old used blankets atop
and anchored down with rocks.
Leaves and pine cones were decorations
for these tiny fortresses
behind which they hid with toy guns
to play out their cowboy fantasies.
Little girls preferred the cute private chambers
of their best friends,
where they chatted and sipped tea
from tiny tea cups
while munching on mom’s cookies.
There they could imagine the day
when little boys gave up forts
to make them queens of castles.
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