face was dissatisfied with her life
she spoke to head about their strife
he wanted something different too
I want to be witty, do not you?
She did not care about being witty
but she wanted to move to a city
They decided in a dream one day
To move to New York far away
I want to be an apartment house she said
“I agree!” instantly said the rest of her head
They detached from their body
And set off on a jet on the dot-ee
They conjured up a base and planted roots
Became an apartment housing for violins and flutes
People tried to move in too
But face and head said “shoo, shoo shoo!”
Rhonda’s rigid routines sit hard in concrete
flexibility to her is nothing sweet
everything in her mind is a must at a certain o’clock
leave the house at seven-fifty after a hard door lock
Eight o’clock, arrive at work on time
eleven fifty-two, it is time to dine
after work have a green martini or two
frozen lasagna for supper, sliver of bread too
go to bed each night at nine on the dot
on Saturday report to the used car lot
Church every Sunday, no matter what
Rhonda was stuck in a self-imposed must-do, routine rut.
Altho' I didn't study for my Rorschach test
when the proctor a doctor a shrink
evaluating my perception in search of insight
to discover what I might really think
handed me ten pictures on a card
I took a long hard look
then knew exactly what I did see
and did not blot my copybook
as often what you're gazing at
is simply (on the dot) precisely that
so it was not difficult at all
personally from where I sat
to pass with flying colours
and unravel this Gordian Knot
it wasn't a butterfly moth or bat
sometimes an inkblot is just an inkblot
Lisa had never lived alone, she did not know what to expect.
I am scared, she admitted, alert and self-circumspect.
She left her fiancé’ and his baggage, of which there was a lot.
Moved away to Wisconsin, arrived at two o’clock on the dot.
Had taken a risk and landed in a wonderful place for her.
Now has new friends who are the same age, who know the cure.
They get together for dinners, luncheons, potlucks and other stuff.
She advises single living to everyone, there is no longer anger or huff.
she is going to be right on time
not a second early
if she gets here on the dot,
not a minute late or a minute early
I will think “just like her mother”.
I know this because I raised her mother.
VEILED
The future stood there, veiled
A neutral expression on its face
Showing its respect for the past
As the present didn’t even last
But hidden under the black lace
A smile for all that surely failed
It knew decisions would be made
Some succeeding, but others not
Noting all those lives still on track
Yet restricted to only looking back
Timing always perfect, on the dot
As the future, it must be obeyed
Few can ever see beyond the veil
Only guessing at their own future
The reality sure of its unique state
Yet alternative futures lay in wait
Dimensions sewn up with a suture
Only time travellers to tell the tale
She arrived at 3pm on the dot
coming anywhere other than Greater Manchester
her northern accent was hard to decipher
She could recognise a meter oak
but had no time for Robinas
She enquired why guys were into figures
after i mentioned my SL120 record player
She was fiercely Red/ Green
believing in mandated proportional representation
She had a German Granny
and could understand, but not speak Deutsch
She could only thank me for a chat
not wishing for a relationship
my efforts thwarted
no green shoots
My neighbor owned a rooster on his lot
That woke me at four each dawn on the dot
Recently, I haven't heard
Crowing from that boorish bird
l I pray he was tossed in a boiling pot
Every Wednesday on the dot,
off to the newsagent like a shot.
A solitary sixpence,all my wealth
picking up the Hotspur comic from the shelf.
To read of my hero W W Wilson,the wonder man,
sporting 'extraordinaire',batted bowled and ran.
Soccer &cricket were a piece of cake,
leaving all others in his wake.
Bowling ,on a sixpence seven from eight,
above average Wilson was uniquely great.
He'd bowl all day at one twenty an hour,
never stopping to take shower!
In futuristic black body suit,
a record breaker without dispute.
My inspiration,this imagined prince,
never bettered ,'fore or since!
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
When I went to a spot
Thousand miles away from the dot
Dot where I originated, dot that made me a bot
I was overwhelmed when I reached your spot
You, the first one who greeted me so hot
I was warmed and changed my clot
I don't say much, but my heart says a lot
I wish we can be more than what we got
You looked at me with a paper to jot
You didn't say much, but bent me like a knot
You wrote down short words on the dot
Drew pictures of me without a blot
I thank you and I will always love you for that...
My Sweet Dot!
Every Tuesday on the dot,
I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.
A solitary sixpence,all my wealth
to pick up my favourite comic from his shelf.
Not the Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...
the Hotspur and Wizard were my kings regal.
To read of my hero W W Wilson,the wonder man,
sporting giant extraordinaire,batted bowled and ran.
Soccer ,cricket were a piece of cake,
he left all others in his wake.
Give him the ball and the game was soon over,
he even outscored Roy of the Rover.
Bowling right armover,on a sixpence seven times from eight,
well above average Wilson was incredibly great.
He'd bowl all day at one twenty an hour,
never stopping to take a shower!
In futuristic black body suit,
an English record breaker without dispute.
My inspiration,this imagined prince,
never bettered then,before or since!
SPOT’S ARK -NURSERY RHYME
A playful young puppy called Spot
Sailed away one day on a yacht
With two of his brothers
And quite a few others
They set off at eight on the dot.
The wind blew them over the sea
Till they came to the Isle of Capri
Where they welcomed on board
A regular hoard
Of cats and a mouse and a bee
The next day they set off again
To their next destination, Spain
A few bulls joined the crew
And some rabbits came too
Plus an owl with a very wise brain
The sailed for a year and a day
Picking animals up all the way
Long-legged giraffes
Some hyenas for laughs
And the whole ship was happy and gay
After that, according to plan
They returned to where they began
Creaking and straining
The yacht now containing
Almost every breed known to man
Now Spot and the rest of the crew
Knew just what they needed to do
When the passengers landed
They marched out mob-handed
And opened the world’s largest zoo
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Each morning she goes to the cafe
Arrives 10am on the dot
Orders the same every morning
Lemon slice and English Breakfast in a pot
The staff are friendly and greet her by name
They all know the lovely old dear
She has been going there every day
Each morning for the past four years
She loves watching the comings and goings
Of the vibrant bustling cafe
Occasionally exchanging pleasantries
With other regulars she sees each day
She lost her husband five years ago
Kindred spirits married forever and a day
Her children now lived far and wide
Visit when they can get away
She always stays at the cafe for an hour
Before she wanders slowly home
To a her empty house full of memories
Silently awaiting tomorrow morning …all alone!
Tick-tock and then chime;
Our life-clock beats
Our precious time out,
As it slowly depletes.
No-one can know when
Their own 'clock' will stop,
Will it end on a tick ...
Or will it end on a tock?
Each hour on the dot
Our clocks clearly chime,
To remind us all
Of our passing time.
Use your time wisely,
For ye know not when,
As engraved on the sun-dial;
On the church at St Wenn.
While on The Guy battled
Concerned watchers rattled:
Thrice out of race hustled
And around he’d bustled…
Now, financial muscle
He’s got for the tussle:
One that bulges parcel
And could build him castle…
Quest for lands are still hot
Like new mothers eye cot
And chefs or cooks a pot;
“It’s Ten Million or not:
You don’t have it just rot”
A less amount, no slot
And he’s saved quite a lot
To ably buy a plot
People see and they trot…
Prove he shall what he’s got
To with Greats discuss “What:
7:00 am on the dot.
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