special delivery the snail-man said as he came up the walk
the recipient was so surprised, she forgot how to talk
the letter had been mailed from Viet Nam in seventy-two
How many years back? Let’s see…..fifty-two
what kept you? she asked, her fingers shaking the envelope.
I brought it straight to you, said the snail, thinking she was a dope.
He had brought it to her as fast as he could and on the double.
Maybe hiring snails to deliver mail is asking for some kind of trouble.
Running to escape
running from trouble
Pick up the pace
quick, on the double
Sweat pouring down
feet pounding the ground
Second wind comes along
now sprinting headlong …
He broke the tape
in record time, wahoo!
What he's run from is clear
~ but what’s there to run to
I am in big trouble
My mind is in a muddle
My tears have formed a puddle
My head is in a bubble
My heart feels befuddled
My life has turned to rubble
I desperately need a cuddle
On the double ….!!
Problems come and problems go
But there's one thing you should know
If good friends stand by your side
Helping through the bumpy ride
Knowing love is all around
Till your back on level ground
The smallest problems disappear
Soon they are no longer there
Days are happier again
With the good kind hearted friends
Who never bailed or walked out
Their minds without a single doubt
Sticking by a friend in trouble
Running to you on the double
With hugs tightly warm and soothing
Holding on and never losing
Sight of what needs to be done
True friends will not leave or shun
They'll hang on until the day
Your frown turns the other way
Back into a joyful smile
That has been away awhile
More lipstick! cheered Katie’s brother six-year-old Bard.
Get both cheeks! Get your mouth! How about your nose?
Three-year-old Katie is smearing lipstick on her lips and cheeks
Bard is encouraging her to mess her face all up.
Hoping she would soon lose her "favorite child" place in the family.
Loving what he think is going to get her into a lot of trouble.
“Bard!” His mother yelled. “Come here on the double!”
If my taste starts to fade, stick around I'm in style
Evergreen, Peppermint, did I just see you smile?
Chew my wad, blow a bubble
Be minty fresh on the double
I am gum, chew on that for a while
I please and abide like your loyal chum
Then you spit me out like a skid row bum
But chew me at your pleasure
I'm a tried-and-true treasure
I am comfort, I am delight, I am gum!
Hearts on fire
Over heads that sire
New couple on the double
Every action becomes triple
Yearning for each other's hand
Maneuvering who has a better hand
On truth or consequence
Or Games of the General
No arbiter is allowed... just being real and literal!
Shining in the distance was a pinata shaped like round bubble
A skinny limber boy yelled to his friend, “I will hit it on the double!”
The friend was watching star lizard twist on mountain with his curly tail.
Chuck, a skunk fox hybrid brought in bits and tatters of the morning mail.
Larry, an unassuming chipmunk tossed around his ruffled lace umbrella.
Dorothy, the girl in the slip dress told Larry he was an interesting fella.
Chickadee was fearful of the palm with the leather chaps and third eye.
Woe is me said the oak tree, I agree. I might even have to cry.
Cartoon petroglyphs rounded out the twerking tree tribe nicely.
Artist capturing everything complained, “does it have to be precisely?”
A turquoise lady bug who was butting in rolled her eyes and said.
You might leave out the chickadeel he is so still, I think he’s dead.
Skiing can be so much fun when the snow is light and the weather cold, with
Kitten soft mitts on my hands & skis on my feet I'm ready for the summit
Icarus moments on a hill is all I need, if its a snowy week then I will plummet
I love the winter months, they give me a chance to practice my kangaroo flip it
No greater sport than skiing I say, catch a cab on the double and get to it. I'm
Going to take a break from the mundane today, or I much rather ski than sit.
January 24, 2023
I was a jolly good clown
Who never once had a frown;
Whenever I was in town
I used to bring the house down.
I once saved a kid from trouble
But lost my voice in the struggle;
My people left me, on the double
They felt I was not worth their trouble.
I’m now a clown who never chatters
Who, on big shoes, absurdly patters;
Although my own life is in tatters
Making kids smile, is now what matters.
04.01.2023
Tatters Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Bullfrogs can blow bubbles bigger than you!
The giraffe is insulted, so he shows her his shoe.
I am not kidding, they blow them bigger than the moon.
He thinks the firefly is kidding; is she some sort of loon?
Come down by the lagoon, she states, and you will see.
Giraffe follows here there at a quarter until three.
It is early morning, but they arrive on the double.
Where he sees the frogs; each blowing a giant bubble.
I would like peanut butter macaroni and cheese please.
And some tasty mice on my hamburger if it is not too much trouble.
The pancakes should have dollops of garbage and limburger cheese.
He will have a bowl of oatmeal, his mother said, on the double.
The waitress had six children of her own, so she understood well.
With a side of cartwheel and unicorns? She asked the four-year-old.
He was immediately in love, thought she was totally swell.
She could do not wrong now, this mother with a heart of gold.
Joy rhythm, innate aliveness
We’re here, so enjoy life
In joyous, impish, playfulness
Suffused with God’s love rife
Hermit, sound the bugle
March forth on the double
Laughing when we tumble
See! No chasm
Joy rhythm
28-February-2022
Quietus
If someone could fart in a bubble
Would save us a great deal of trouble
To float then on high
And burst in the sky
The clouds would clear out on the double
It is amazing how you can write poems
centered on a particular subject. Here
goes.
Horn COVID Haiku
were educated
COVID can be negated
then we celebrated
a raker of dough
about COVID always know
away we should throw
we will need some gas
have found COVID in the grass
found by some big brass
when we took a poll
use COVID for birth control
on us takes a toll
times were looking bleak
COVID caused dead bodies to wreak
shots must try to seek
what if we will croak
COVID caused us to be broke
no joke had a stroke
went on the double
COVID had caused much trouble
had to burst his bubble
was perfectly clear
we will not want COVID here
God made it disappear
should have unloaded
was COVID that exploded
always avoided
what had been exact
COVID trouble does attract
so we should subtract
prayed to God above
COVID did kill a poor dove
out window we should shove
time we are biding
COVID destroyed by Biden
now have glad tiding
in church we cherish
prayed for COVID to perish
had been night mareish
we must be up front
COVER here never will want
a Trump stupid stunt
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