hairy ghoul added juice to gruel
daughter thought he was a big fat fool
mind your business he said
you recent undead
she turned to go to monster school
gruel was gurgling hardily so
thus, she did not mind having to go
she got her backpack
and shoes off the rack
yelled goodbye to those in dungeon below
Sheep with attitude did the cha cha cha
I am kidding actually, you know that Ma.
These two arrogant ninnies take themselves too seriously
Their faces are always staid and staunch, I said deliriously.
They tromp around the barnyard showing off.
Ignoring the chickens and the goat’s loud cough.
We call them names behind their back.
Like persnickety, prissy, dullards off the rack.
Stuck up and arrogant, they shake their feet.
Being around these two is no delight or treat.
Sheep with attitude dress in ridiculous clothes.
Where do they get them? Only the affected rooster knows.
My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized
These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing
The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute
Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness
Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice
Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."
She dances, she glances
Beyond her shoulder.
She peers,
Looking back;
Her beautiful smile.
She poses in the mirror.
{Stanza 1: Rick Parise}
A polka dot dress
She marveled at bought
Off-the-rack by hubby;
Twirling like a dervish,
She squeals with delight.
She loves her birthday gift!
Cindi! Cindi!
Wipe your tears, Cindi!
You’ve been given no rights.
Somewhere life made a wrong turn.
Your heart is made of glass.
Your reputation shattered,
when dear, old daddy, departed.
She wasn’t a princely wife.
She brought her bratty baggage,
tolerated your twinkle-eyes and laugh.
Attic locked up tight,
every squeaking mouse in sight -
they start to look tasty
when your tummy is empty.
The click when it is still dark,
she flies into the room,
throws you a broom,
and down to the cinders you go…
when it is still dark.
You’re afraid of the dark.
The herald invited everyone
except you.
You were locked in the closet
with the broom.
If you made a sound
you would be doomed.
Cindi! Cindi! Wipe your tears.
I’m here to make wishes come true.
Those tasty mice will drive you.
The pumpkin will transport you.
I know you think I’ve lost my mind.
Your shattered heart will bind together,
become shoes of glass - don’t lose them,
don’t give away your heart.
Cindi, choose from off the rack.
Each stunning gown is your size,
just choose the style, length and color -
you’re about to have a ball!
Trust your fairy godmother!
Friday May 13th 2022
By Franklin Price
05/13/2022
It's odd that I just noticed
It is the thirteenth day of May
The day is also Friday
It's unlucky some may say
Watch out for all the black cats
And those ladders off the rack
Don't step on any sidewalk joints
Or you may break you mother's back
It is superstitious Friday
When it's triskaidekaphobic too
It doesn't mean a thing to me
What does it mean to you?
Are you being extra are careful
To abide by all the rules
Does superstition guide your life
Like other superstitious fools
As I come to the end of the year
it's always good to take a look back
see the ups, the downs and their effects
learn from mistakes to get off the rack
Many lovely holidays we did enjoy
the highlands in January at Crieff Hydro
then in April to lovely sunny Madeira
so relaxing taking life real slow
Learn to grow in God's word come July
great week at Keswick convention no less
then October took us to Pitlochry town
the enchanted forest there simply no stress
Throughout the year many Hospital calls
my PSA kept down under control
my stammer took the slide once again
so dry my tongue many words own goal
Such a blessing all my friends on here
too many to name they know who they are
so encouraging and inspiring all over the globe
their pens come to the fore from near and far
My greatest support is my Christine
at my back keeping me going strong
but my blessed saviour Jesus always close
stands with me always to eternally belong
Loud, rowdy, coarse,
a bit rough around the edges,
more likely to say “Shut Up!”
than “Quiet Please.”
Jeans, well worn,
faded by harsh winds,
and searing sun.
face to match.
The “gods?”
diabolical match makers.
Soft spoken, silky smooth,
edges buffed,
hushed a room
on entering.
Tailored,
off the rack,
draped on artistic
magnificence,
smiling……that…
smile.
©3/21/2018
submitted too – Burlap and Satin – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Cleaning out the closets
in the autumn time of year
Old shoes fell off the rack,
worn and faded from use.
How many steps were taken
with that very pair?
Steps to work and shopping
then back home again.
New shoes may replace them
taking different steps tomorrow
but old shoes cannot return us
as time is only borrowed.
its was snowing
wind blowing
it began to make stack
we took shove off the rack
when out back
it was snow ball fight
we had fun doing the night
we were happy not sad
WE DID
THE KIDS SNOW
MOM AND DAD
get it off the rack
don't hold back
its a fact
if it hurts inside
let the tears slide
loss is of fears
RELEASE THE TEARS
don't hold back
take it off the rack
if its facts
its that time
to leave going back behind
SPEAK YOUR MIND
My pride is not of presidents
their monuments or halls,
I’m proud of the nation’s people
the working class with balls.
Owned forever by the bank
with interest rates so cruel,
looking in the showrooms
at things that make them drool.
Clothes are off the rack
never owning a new car,
taking home a case of beer
not drinking in a bar.
Watch the news with interest
voting their pocketbook,
high falooten nonsense
doesn’t get a second look.
America’s bone and muscle
with values of common sense,
standing firm on issues
not sitting on the fence.
I’ve been proud for centuries
of the farmer and the clerk,
knowing the ethic of America
is succeeding with hard work.
no stepping back
get off the rack
we've had that stuff
and has bit the dust
now don't get decuss
TIME TO
STAND UP
do you run
its fun
to get out and back
out of the sack
pull it off the rack
and get back on the
TRACK
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