Greening trees thatch back
a tattered sky.
The cock-a-hoop of Cardinals,
roosters and cawing crows
all kicking-up patches of sound,
ruddy periods in the catchy sonics,
canorous stops and starts.
all in a catawampus.
I am far from song yet.
my ears are bats hung from chilly temples,
but I do feel a coyote-itch
a hitch and twitch of subliminal nooky,
My springs are unwinding
in the imminent offing.
I do imagine bosky blooms
upon the hairy chops of whistle pigs,
and conjure getaway goslings
gandering, all within a fuzzy feathering
of a new-fluffed season.
I do.
A stripper known as Raven Madd
Looked pleased to show off what she had
But why should I care
When she does not share?
To look but not touch makes us sad!
When we first looked at the house
my wife exclaimed:
“O look it has a charming little nook!”
I looked at the ‘charming little nook’ and thought,
yes, I can see myself sitting in this nook,
relaxing upon its little nooky bench reading poetry
on all those calm days to come.
It’s been two years now,
I still haven’t read a single book
in that charming nook.
Sometimes I rest for a moment there,
but only to ponder how I am going to meet
the mortgage and repairs next year.
I know I will never write poetry in it -
not even this one.
Peanut
Pet pup with paws I am full of pep
Earned my echoed brave endeavors
Afoot I run amused underfoot, a spill angered my owner
Nooky with my wet nose as I nip their ankles
Unfed, unruly until I am fed
Tail wages tasty tidbits I am given
12/8/2020
(to be read out loud)
I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.
I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
wookie worker's rum rum rum.
Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.
Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.
I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.
I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
diddle daddled hum hum hum.
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