green a beckoning
for pause four paws in the air~
dog days of summer
when in the parlor
should see Christmas squalor
grow taller and taller
while really on a roll
Christas tree was full of coal
all my gifts Santa stole
when college scholar
who would receive a caller
head stuck in huge howler
when receiving shawl
for Christmas from shopping maul
stuck it in shower stall
for Christmas God came
forgot His fortune and fame
they gave me the blame
when on face saw some scowls
God with Him had brought His owls
would need towels for my bowels
God should always spoil
my pants He did see me soil
when I was on a roll
(my role was rock and roll)
(give out grunt was my goal)
God would make a stream
become part of drastic dream
Christas gifts will redeem
God made my fire flame
He even gave me my name
from my mother came
(with me played name game)
(my Terrier came to tame)
now for an encore
cold see ship crash into shore
not around anymore
when in the parlor
should see Christmas squalor
grow taller and taller
while really on a roll
Christas tree was full of coal
all my gifts Santa stole
when college scholar
who would receive a caller
head stuck in huge howler
when receiving shawl
for Christmas from shopping maul
stuck it in shower stall
for Christmas God came
forgot His fortune and fame
they gave me the blame
when on face saw some scowls
God with Him had brought His owls
would need towels for my bowels
God should always spoil
my pants He did see me soil
when I was on a roll
(my role was rock and roll)
(give out grunt was my goal)
God would make a stream
become part of drastic dream
Christas gifts will redeem
God made my fire flame
He even gave me my name
from my mother came
(with me played name game)
(my Terrier came to tame)
now for an encore
cold see ship crash into shore
not around anymore
Some dogs are disasters,
ignoring their masters;
she’s simply not that type.
Though she gets on a roll,
she’s quite good on the whole,
so I rather hate to gripe.
My one little issue:
she likes to eat tissue,
a form of internal wipe.
—————
A Balissa stanza: 6b:6b:7a:6c:6c:7a:6d:6d:7a
Let's roll the dice
and we'll begin,
to see what rolls and turns and spins -
an apple, falling from a branch,
a carousel where horses prance,
the ocean when it rolls to shore,
a bouncing ball across the floor,
a skipping rope going round in loops,
a brightly painted hula hoop,
the sun that dances in the sky,
our bicycles when they go by,
the world, our planet, circling the sun,
the moon on high, when days are done,
the earth, our planet, revolving in space,
an ancient, living, wondrous place.
Copyright Suzy Davies, 2019. All Rights Reserved.
~ To the Melody of 'Yankee Doodle' ~
My friend Jeffrey Kyser's on a roll
His poetry will fill your soul
Let reading him be your main goal
Just lie down on a grassy knoll...
Jeffrey Kyser, he's the best
All his poems pass the test
When you feel a tad depressed
~ Kyser rolls I do suggest
'Kyser rolls are 'highly recommended!'
Try some today -- on Poetry Soup!
When you're hot and on a roll
You think you're in control
Suddenly ice-cold...
What happened to your grip
Seems it was illusory ~
You were never Captain of your ship
curious humans
nations working together—
toilet paper wars
trying this
in our garden
laying down
on flat ground
but it didn't
work
and not
because
of dirt so
a light bulb
appeared
above my
head as i
laid in bed
and tried
again but
the same
as in the
garden
so i put
my brain
to thought
and fell
asleep and
dreampt
a dream
then it
came
to me
that
which was
missing so
when upon
waking i
walked
down
the street
and at a
grassy
hill that
was steep
and laid
down
and
did
what
i wanted
to do
all
along
I was on a roll
Dunked into vegetable soup
We passed peas, corn, and carrots
Someone slathered butter on me.
Uh-oh!
My mind has taken off for Neverland,
I am hanging on by a cobweb,
It is bumping me against Venus
and has dragged me up through a black hole
or two. I barely dodge a couple of rocket-spinning- asteroids.
4:11 a.m.
I am screaming, “Slow down! Stop! Please stop!”
But she is on a roll. This is her fourth or fifth poem,
and all I have contributed is loud snoring.
I jump out of bed and head toward the kitchen,
making the dog angry, for she has to now fight her
way out of the covers I tossed on her.
Coffee with hot chocolate and tons of sugar first
if I am to make any sense out of this.
Ouch!
My imagination station pinches me on the Petootsie.
“We do not have time for coffee!” She shrieks at me.
Oh, great. It is Trixie, my muse,
and she is obviously in full angry drill sergeant
form today. I hate it when she learns it is a snow day the night before.
I pour my coffee combination, grab a cookie and head for
the computer where my hands begin to type, pleasing her.
These traitors are Trixie’s minions.
On a roll again, fell off the wagon for a bit
A wee glitch, no idea why garbage I did emit
Well I'm over it now
No more nonsense I vow
Strictly perfection as usual, really no ****!
E-veryday you're on a roll,
V-ictory is in your hand;
A-lmighty God is pleased, for you obey His command.
S-ailing from ocean to ocean,
A-ll storms just pass you by;
N-ever does the Lord leave you,
T-wenty-sixth of July.
I-n spite of the odds,
A-nytime you are capable;
G-reat triumph will wait,
O-nce you're on a roll.
You called me a smartass, and this I must confess,
it’s better than that other part it seems that you know best.
Your better half you called your man and this seems sensible,
A donkey and a horse must breed to make a jackass whole.
Understand this now you shrew my punches I won’t pull,
I’d rather be a smartass than a dumbass for a fool.
You thought the grass was greener over on the other side,
Well I suppose no one will care where heifer’s choose abide.
Upon mature reflection I should thank you on my knees
The girls tell me I’ve aged like wine and you… well then there’s cheese.
Now now don’t get all upset I’m sure he loves you girl,
Just be prepared: those knee-knockers? They’re gonna make him hurl.
I nestled my bottom on the seat
Of the toilet - I’m being discrete
I finished my job
Now need a lynch mob
It’s a good thing I didn’t excrete!
There’s no paper left in the loo
My language is turning quite blue
If you use the last sheet
Will you kindly replete
Or there’ll be a hullabaloo
Contest -I’m so annoyed
Sponsor Mary Oliver Rotman
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