Since a boy I can remember ;
Many things are now bizarre,
like first time fishing with a doobie,
then having to drive the car.....
Never did catch much fish ;
and our pictures tell you so,
maybe was not our wish;
but let some time pass ya know.....
Wrenching in the cold dark night ,
fixing one car or another ;
knuckles looked like I was in a fight ,
in electric tape or another .....
I owned a Ducati, and a Harley too,
before I was in high school...
just things I had ,
didnt make me cool....
snow machines there were a few ,
most all were 2nd hand ,
but I always made them run real good;
taught that by Dads hands.....
I miss you Pop,
you knew alot ,
so what you didnt read;
most men couldnt keep up with you,
with a Doctorate and degree....
She says I am a liar
She thinks I am a player
That in her life I will make a Messi (mess)
Like I am really a complete player
So when I am talking
The way she looks at me
Her right palm on her cheek
The elbow resting on her thigh
Her big lovely eyes never blink
Looking straight into my eyes
Feeling her gaze in my mind
Deciphering truth from a lie
Then she twitches my forehead
When she thinks something is amiss
Just for me to repeat myself
Then I twitch hers too- to use her brain
She slaps me off the top of my head
And twitch me thrice in row
She will burst out of the house
I know, she does not want to murder me
She is prettier when she is mad
Punching and kicking the punch bag outside
She is the funniest creature in this world
And she is really a joy of my life
I OPENED A DOOR
NOT SURE WHERE I AM.
OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
I WOULD SAY TROPICAL LAND.
RAIN FOREST MAYBE.
IT'S HUMID AND HOT.
IT'S A LONG LOOK UP
TO THE SOARING TREE TOPS.
LOT'S OF STRANGE SOUNDS
ABOVE AND BELOW.
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
I LISTEN AND VIEW
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
I TAKE IN THE COLORS
AND MANY REFLECTIONS.
I SAW SOMETHING LEAP.
I THOUGHT IT WOULD FLY.
IT WASN'T A BIRD
IT'S A FROG IN THE SKY.
THAT WAS AMAZING.
AT LEAST FIFTY FOOT FLIGHT.
JUST MY OPINION
A THRILL AND DELIGHT.
I SPOTTED SOMETHING
IT'S GREEN LIKE THE LEAVES.
WHAT I SAW NEXT
WAS HARD TO BELIEVE.
A FROG TOOK A LEAP
A SNAKE TOOK A DIVE.
SNATCHED HIS DINNER
I SAW IT LIVE
EMERALD TREE BOA
A BEAUTIFUL GREEN.
THE NOCTURNAL CREATURE
BLENDS INTO THE SCENE
RAINFOREST BEE'S
WERE BUZZING AROUND.
A YOUNG SPIDER MONKEY
WAS AT PLAY ON THE GROUND
BLUE MORPHO BUTTERFLY
FLUTTERING FREE.
ENJOYING LIFE
AS IT SHOULD BE.
A SCARLET MACAW
MADE A DEBUT.
OR SHALL I SAY
WAS JUST PASSING THROUGH
RAINFOREST CREATURES
ABOVE AND BELOW
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
Michael E. Harris
05262021
forgot to ask for honey
what's a chicken nugget to do?
maybe marshmallow creme
A-1 or ranch dressing
caramel or chocolate drizzle
leftover guacamole
cheese queso beats plain ketchup
just off the top of my head
on the tip of my tongue
August 1, 2020
Strand - Informel
Our old clothes are stained rags,
Filled with holes, torn from snags,
Hung from bones since we were born,
Totally tattered and overly worn
But a new wardrobe has been bought,
Paid for with blood—that of the Begot,
Hung from a cross all beaten and bruised
To give us the following, each garment new:
Patience is our pants (both start with letter P)
Our shirt? Think sober of self, a.k.a. humility
Walk in forgiveness (how else shall bitterness lose?)
—Makes sense that it's our socks and shoes
A kindness coat gives an impression that lingers
Mercy and meekness: mittens for fidgeting fingers
I made these pairings, most off the top of my head,
But God stitched them with love, a most powerful thread
Off the top of my head
and in a blink of an eye,
wanted to write a poem
that was on the tip of my tongue,
Meantime was having a brain fart
and pulling my hair out,
didn't want to sound cheeky
or put my foot in my mouth,
So bought "Poetry for Dummies"
which cost an arm and a leg,
and wanted to foot the entire bill,
while dining out with some friends,
One friend said I paid through the nose,
while another was lecturing an earful,
another's comments raised eyebrows,
said I shoulder it and be more responsible,
I thought they used to be so hip,
as I sat with butterflies in my stomach,
I thought of wringing their necks,
or telling them to button their lips,
So I told them to stop stepping on my toes,
that I always kept abreast of my money,
then realizing I'd forgotten my wallet,
ended up feeling just like a donkey.
Conceivable lines pivoting on time splinter extraordinary
Two pieces of extra ordinary provokes ambidextrious configurations of double dynamics in the dramatics of spilling inks ingenious strokes of creativity the aesthetics appealing to the prolific Minds concept of beauty soft silhouette appealing to the eyes a conductivity of mind's ability to precive shapes with a determination of appealing.
Scramble quadruple scruples in scripts of persuasive and evasive configurations doubling the dynamics in a complex precision of pinpointing pose mending the show sstopping pose by a provocative artist in the performing art's
The mastermind performs elegantly with a blended mixture of a colorful performance exhausting the exhaling audience sweeping their breath away.
Fascinating extraordinary mind's in every written line performing a well colored pose in the lifetime of a timed artist bending the reflected reflections of a mirror imposed beauty of a color in a provocative Rose the thorns on a divine fine thorny vine a provocative Rose colors the beauty of love fitting the color like a glove mending the abstracts with compelling facts
off the top of my head
i begin to notice some
things
and some previous
times
and some abandoned
places
the odd mixture of dirt and snow
and how it appeals to the naked eye
and then
naked skin frightened by warm autumn nights
and then
autumn nights that can no longer stretch out
into my long suffering
winters
previous times where i could lay perpendicular to the sun
and it rises
tranquil
watching these diamonds and pearls glisten
abandonment glistened
hearing these treasures listen
and the universe listened,
while i stay here
ranting
on and on and on and on..
CURSED
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
Cursed
Night pitch as the raven full moon rising as the earth
dances like nymphs delighted by the summer solstice.
Heat of the night glistening off satin skin a need to feast
blood flowing through veins like a crimson river.
Flames burn unquenchable a constant thirst frenzied
mad and untamable until he has had his banquet.
Feeding upon the souls of the damned forever searching.
Night by night with diminished vision clouding the view.
Forever searching bound by the curse living yet stagnate
for all eternity.
Debbie Kelly (Debbie Philly)
7/27/2013
Just something off the top of my head while watching a corny B Movie
To come up with poetry
Off the top of my head
Is my gift to you
From the poems you have read
Just random thoughts that go
through my head
Hoping to uplift and inspire with
these words that are said
I live life it doesn't live me
So i cherish the second chance that
was given to me
Though life is a gift for some it's a
charge but even in doubt i keep going
hard
Through these words i breathe life
And paint pictures for most for all to
enjoy no matter what coast
Since we live in the last days
Knowing the end is so close
She wished to be
A poet of renown,
Wrote all of her poetry,
Standing up-side-down.
Of course, because of this,
No one read it,
The King demanded
She be beheaded.
Cynthia
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
(mind at play 10:31 p.m. sharp_
just off the top of my head
Many people have kindly said
my writings must be read.
Most can tell from the very start
that my renderings are directly from the heart.
They say I write of beauty and love
as if my hands were kissed by a dove.
They say my soulful song is one you must hear
knowing it will often cause one to shed a tear.
Some have asked why not take the time
to put your words in meter and Rhyme.
I say the stirring echoes of my rambling expression
often stands naked in the face of poetic compression.
Dear Soupers I not only thank you all for reading my poems,
but for giving my once solitary voice the very best of all homes.
Soupers this one was right off the top of my head which is very unlike me.
I love you!
Don't you get it?
I love you!
Didn't the moon just
Tell you so?
Were you watching the sunset
As it whispered your name...
Sunrise awakened the birds so
They could sing a melody left by
Ocean waves as they washed to shore,
Tumbling the sand castles we build yesterday.
I love the way you brushed the sand
From my hair, and I loved your promises
Sweet with devotion if I would concent to be
Yours vorever.
I love you!...But
Didn't I just say that?
If you insist, I'll say it again,
I love you soooo!
March 7, 2012
9:06 PM
Just off the top of my head
Mystic evening sky
Moonlight sitting
On the edge of yesterdays
Silenced by the weeping
Of a lover
Walking upside down
In someone's fluffy dreams of
Sugared lies,
Dispied
By poet and music makers
With out-of-tune guitars and
Pianos with broken keys...
STOP!
That's the door to perfumed
Scented promises...
Left over from a thrill that's
Flying at the end of a kite -
With stars hanging from it!
A kite that no longer shines.
STOP!
i say again...
The horses have run off
The Carousel
Ah!...But the music keeps playing
September 8, 2010
10029 p.m.
Just off the top of my head..
For me,
Writing a rhyme
Takes little time,
Not that I don't
Give it much thought...
Most come straight
From my heart,
A few off the top of my head,
Some when I am up,
Some when in bed...
Thing is, I am now afraid
So many are read, not at all...
Seems my verses have
Begun to hide
From prying eyes
Trying to decide
Is it worth me clicking here
She has lost her touch, I fear...
Yet, I'll write another Senryu
Or Haiku
Or something special
Just for you.
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