In dawn's hushed oozy mist
truths seem soft and gentle
so unsure of themselves
they become blurred shapeless
with no hold, knurl or grip
to bring into focus
winding down
relaxing with a glass of pinot
enjoying the subtle joys of life
going with the flow
swaying to the rhythm
of mellow music
soaking in the sun
and late summer vibes
and then it's leonard cohen on low
from speakers in a far corner
feeling oozy feeling fine
like an unexpected soft caress
enhanced by the effects of wine
sensations warm and mellow
embarking on a journey of delight
transported
yes indeed transported
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2024
After the flood,
There will be a lot of mud.
The mud can be oozy and thick,
And will swallow you up quick.
Some people may be dead,
But don't let that go to your head.
Some may not survive,
But most will be alive.
There will be standing water everywhere.
All around you, it is there.
You will need to use a boat,
Or maybe just float.
The sun will come out,
And erase all of your doubt.
The sun will shine bright,
And give off lots of light.
Peace will be restored,
And you will not be bored.
There is plenty of rebuilding to do,
And as a community, you will pull through.
A lunch for me that’s bound to please
Is one containing melted cheese,
For on a bagel or some bread
(The crusty type) or else instead…
Inside a quesadilla shell
Or anyplace to melt it well,
I love its oozy stretchy form,
Especially when it’s still warm.
It could be cheddar, maybe Swiss
Or mozzarella (that can’t miss)
Or muenster, gouda, edam, jack
To make a meal or just a snack.
The salad lovers may protest,
Yet pizza fans would pass the test,
For life provides no guarantees
Except when lunch has melted cheese.
I feel I'm on a razor's edge
twixt madness and sanity,
disturbed derangement,
orderly rationality,
alternating my being,
a multiple personality stance
not willingly on my part.
Why must we have war on a lovely planet>
The horrible fear is
that I prefer the dark moments
when cruelty surfaces
in my alter ego,
when an invariant being
is hell-bent on destruction.
Then my razor blade flashes
in the dim lights of dark allies,
blood sprouts from some jugular veins,
forming a red oozy river
that covers the smell
of the godforsaken place.’
War is so dreadful.
Then do I become sane
and cry in pain
for the victims’ deaths.
Placed 1
Waves crashing all around me.
Soft oozy sand beneath my feet and in between my toes.
Shells and rocks scattered all around.
The beach is my favorite place to be.
Freshly baked warm spinach bread
all nutrient packed
and sliced up thick for grilled cheese;
a tasty delight
for those colder nights
oozy cheese,
yum!
Tasty pumpernickel bread,
tuna salad spread;
mustard, mayo, pickle too;
chases away blues
awakens palate
ready lunch,
good!
Potato bread croutons in
a nice green salad,
blue cheese dressing poured upon;
garden fresh onions,
sliced up bell peppers,
fit for kings,
ooh!
Sour dough’s scent fills my kitchen
joyous aroma;
egg salad spread piled between
two slices, oh my.
for dessert some pie
tasty lunch,
Fine!
4-22-2020
STRAND PICK C,ANY THEME,ANY FORM Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Critters,
Yucky, icky,
Creepy, crawly, nasty,
Scuzzy, slimy, oozy, therefore,
Many!
*Traditional Cinquain
1st line - 1 word, 2nd line - 2 words, 3rd line - 3 words,
4th line - 4 words, 5th line - 1 word
2-4-6-8-2 Syllables
First line - title, last line - connects title.
Oozy-gooey marshmallow
Log coated in nuts
Pecan logs are a real treat
But have them with hot
Coffee or cocoa
Magical
Thrill!
For: :” WK 4 MARCH 2019,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 8 (EIGHT) lines Poetry Contest”
Sponsor: Brian Strand
in memory of my great friend
Rudi Rubberoid
Grossialdo! Grossialdo!
Rip the face off Uncle Waldo!
Scare that fellow once too often!
Nail 'im in a wooden coffin!
Plant 'im nicely six feet under!
Leave 'im there and let 'im wonder!
Dig 'im up when heartbeat ceases!
Cook 'im for his giggly nieces!—
Yuk! Old Waldo's brain is oozy!
I can't look! It makes me whoozy!
Ship the corpse to Colorado!
To his mother! GROSSIALDO!
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[This poem first appeared in a mail artist magazine edited by Rudi Rubberoid, Nomo the Zine Spring 1994. It was collected in my volume Daisy Zoo and Other Punk-ass Nonsense.]
I have a craving for cheese
Milky smooth and oozy;
Hot and melty, buttery
Cheese sauce smothering
My broccoli wood
It’s cheesy
Joy.
Dennis sinned
My gym
Did I? I did.
Do geese see God?
God saw I was dog
Don't nod don’t nod
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Art, name no tub time. Emit but one mantra.
Rats live on no evil star
Too bad I hid a boot
Madam, in Eden I'm Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
Are we not drawn onward to new era?
Boozy
Oozy
Woozy
Floozy
Drug injected, boozy, oozy, Miss.
Flu infected, woozy, floozy kiss.
Written 1/20/18
Contest: Write Me a Tyburn
Hosted by: Kim Rodrigues
why my eyes gritty
red-rimmed and not pretty
conjunctivitis
why my lids slammed shut
what this sticky oozy stuff
conjoin whatitis
Lazy clouds, dark and oozy,
Smother alpine views,
Wet with the residue of
Convection, as autumn
Scrapes the senses.
I love the dancing light,
Landscapes brought to life,
Skies blow by and
Nature yawns, fertile,
Ripe and exhausted.
The womb is full, fetal
Folklore foments us
With bounty, beauty,
Bird songs sung by all,
On the glorious path…
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