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:
mustached, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
mustached monoku critic channels Seinfeld - no haiku for you
Categories:
mustached, character, humorous, poetry,
Form: Monoku
Reincarnated, I will come back as a mustached and bearded Italian organ grinder,
I will live in Rome, Italy and play my home-made barrel organ in the streets,
My pet spider monkey, Shark, will happily grab up silver coins, as a reminder.
And we will make the beautifully-dressed Roma gypsies jump and laugh and squeak.
I will grind out the best songs, and Ellen will discover us and want to put us on TV.
Shark and I will be flown to America, where we will be applauded and approved.
We will play romantic music for everyone, and be as obnoxious as we can be.
We will be a hit with no one on that plane, people who are boring, and not easily moved.
We will be offered millions of dollars, to leave our wonderful streets of Rome.
But we will make our escape, not caring about the fame or the money,
For spider monkeys and organ grinders know the beauty of being in their home,
And we have a cozy nest, with our llamas and our elephant, named Honey.
Categories:
mustached, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
(Continued from Double Play - Part 1)
With glove on knee and fingered stitch the pitcher was so ready
He threw the ball at Casey who like a rock was steady
Casey thought he’d fool them all and moved his bat to bunt
The prayers were truly needed, it was a foolish stunt
“Horse-feathers” screamed the stricken folk, all in unison
While the jaw dropped players on the bases just plain forgot to run
The catcher’s foot stomped the plate then he shot the ball to third
Time it froze, amidst the gasps “You’re out” “You’re out” was heard
Casey dropped the bat, and stormed the path to first
As stricken fans downed a beer this time it wasn’t thirst
Casey knew he could atone for yesterday’s black sin
If he beat the ball to the bag so he ran the race to win
Neither printed word or young of mind recorded the winner’s name
All we know is Ernie’s words live in the hall of fame
And on that day, before the bleachers and ‘twix the powdered lime
Mustached players with ball and bat gave birth to our pastime
Categories:
mustached, baseball,
Form: Rhyme
Mustached, smiling motorcycle man.
Marvelous medic. Perennial helping hand.
Stony chuckle, mainstay of Auburn clan.
Journey well. May your afterlife be grand.
-Angel Fatale-
-r.i.p. Rob
Categories:
mustached, death of a friend,
Form: Epitaph
You wonder how my day was spent?
I snuck into a circus tent;
to take a peek was my intent.
I'm glad I went, I'm glad I went.
A mustached girl from Bogata
looked like my uncle's mom-in-law,
her body though contained no flaw -
not that I saw, not that I saw.
A guy I saw was so tattooed
such artistry I'd never viewed
he liked women I would conclude,
most of them nude, most of them nude.
The strong man lifted heavy weights
A juggler tossed up clubs and plates.
By dallying I tempt the fates
cus mommy waits, cus mommy waits.
June 12, 2015
Categories:
mustached, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Charles Epps
1863 - 1903
It was I, Charles Epps,
The mustached mason with the triumphant trowel,
The bushy browed benefactor
Of my father’s farm tools.
It was I who laid the cornerstone
Of the Friends College
There on dusty Painter Street and Philadelphia,
There in the stunning summer shadows
There under the blue confluence of God’s amazing mind
His infinite sky of azure mercies.
The smiling ladies made lunch and
The whistling men formed the lines that day!
We worked there, up on that hill,
The hill to the east beyond dusty Painter Street,
Worked there until sunset’s yawn.
With rippling muscles sore
And calloused hands splintered,
We erected the future of this Quaker town
With nails, timber and sweaty brows.
My friends, you must come to Clark Cemetery sometime,
And visit the shadows.
We lie here quite alive!
Alive amongst the perennials
Awaiting as forgotten wisps of spirit,
Awaiting God’s greatest gift-
The body’s resurrection.
Categories:
mustached, death,
Form: Epitaph
I have a Kitten
His name is Alex
He has a mustache
He is black and white
And small and skinny
He gets his baths
Once every two months
He does not like them
I do understand that
He is a little demon
Always getting into trouble
Strewing yarn everywhere
Cute and silly
Simple and loving
We call him Al
My little kitten
Whose name is Alex.
Categories:
mustached, cat, , cute,
Form: Free verse
Backwards through the waterfalls
and into melting candle wax.
All the plants withdrawn in bubbles
With ribbon mustached men
The old man reads aloud his scroll
His beard dangling in the boat
But the small knome sails away
His oar pushing through white whiskers
A crescent moon behind the columns
Reflects rainbow orbs within the night
Encircling the chandolier
That sways amidst the clouds
The mountains in the distance
Way beyond the waters edge
The turtles, far beyond the falls
have made it to the steps
One by one in single file
Past the watching owls eyes
They slip through mushroom covered grounds
And leave their broken shells behind
Categories:
mustached, fantasy
Form: I do not know?
A modern herald in an ancient land
Announced to whole world this: "A massive bronze
Hand lies beneath some lofty columns grand;
Nearby, a cracked and spit-drenched head, so huge,
The mustached lips yet primed for stern command,
Cold eyes that espied what passions were unleashed
From now freed hearts years-cooped in vise-like grip
Of this same hand but just a while past raised,
Atop a marble pedestal stripped bare
Of titles. Once his very name, but heard
Made subjects cower, freeze, in utter fear!
Soon will this hollow head be wracked by rust,
So, too, this hand that ruled twin rivers lair,
While toppling slowly hailed the waiting dust."
Categories:
mustached, history, introspection, parody, passion,
Form: I do not know?