Every story with words of their own
Poet perspective
Defined commitment with a desire to fulfill
Through the mind having will
Agonizing struggle propelling igniting power
Like a cake in the oven ready to rise
The thought of thinking only imagining
Every Poet having their own theory
Emotions like moving oceans and rivers
Flowing
Like morning dew that comes in the sunrise
It becomes pursue where journey begins
The Need, Desire, Construct all come to mine
Poets are often seen as deep and complex
Inner soul behind the behold at their grasp
Uplifting inspiration in Poets to be
People Poets seen through the eyes of humanitarian in write and confront
The gift being a perk
The structure being the Creativity and Collaboration of Poets behind the idea of words as escorts
One jolt of words letter by letter through moment in time
All genuine
A world that won’t always be kind
Poets confess
Being their test
Into the atmosphere of Poets everywhere
Clear glass of reflection
Needing the reader’s attention
Behind the indication
The diary of divine
Elegance like refreshing wine
Poet’s words warm and kind
Nothing else compares
Poets are about sincere in share.
strong winds blow
it appears the poet died today
he was afflicted with a broken heart
seems he had no more words to say
he’d already done his part
so they got the oven ready
cause he wanted his body to burn
and they held the tray real steady
and poured him inside an urn
seems the poet flew over the calming seas
more freely than ever before
his ashes scattered, just as he pleased
they sank slowly to the ocean floor
sand and ashes blend well, it seems
so the poet was laid to rest
it was just a troubadour’s wandering dream
after he’d given his very best
as the lyricist returned to the tranquil sea
he caused words to come alive
hoping someday someone would see
the world through his watchful eyes
the sea water became his salty tears
the clouds, a soft blanket for rest
in the depth he drowned his remaining fears
knowing he had given his best
it happened that the poet died today
he had nowhere left to go
the final words they heard him say
were 'take me where the strong winds blow'
tolbert
[According to Mr Google, what we Brits call a vest is
what Americans call an undershirt]
The completely cuckoo cuckoo
Had got too big for his nest
And so he made a hammock
From a tatty old string vest
But when he hung it up he slipped
His feet went through the mesh
He flapped until his skin rubbed raw
And he was featherless
So looking like a chicken
Or an oven ready duck
He shouted I need stuffing
Flapped his wings and went cluck, cluck
Pulled faces acting bonkers
Happy as a pig in muck
Then made a swimming motion
Going quack, quack like a duck
He thought he’d keep on clucking
Until all his feathers grew
And then just like a turkey
He went gobble gobble too
But when the farmer raised his gun
And said my lunch is you
The completely cuckoo cuckoo yelled
CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!
Cold winter
It was the coldest winter anyone had experienced.
Birds fell from the sky frozen and oven ready.
He opened all windows let the coal- fire roar, birds
came sat on his roof; so many birds the roof collapsed
the coal fire overheated, the iron melted
the house burnt down; his wife demanded a divorce.
He said to his solicitor: you do your best to save the planet,
its fauna and this are what you get!
He had taken sacks of coal at the depot for this bagatelle.
he was fired and reported, two years prison, which
when you think about it a bit harsh after all he had tried
to save the birds at a time when homeless people froze to death
The turkey who gets pardoned
Doesn’t understand his luck,
As all his buddies soon will have
Their feathers set to pluck.
Tradition gives the president
One pardon every year.
Most likely, then, that pardoned bird
Will up and disappear.
Where does he go? Where will he live?
Is this a second chance
Or will he have to do, next year,
The “Please don’t kill me!” dance?
The rest of us get ready to
Find recipes we’ve stored,
Relieved to know our turkeys, dead,
Have somehow climbed on board.
For just how disconcerting
Would a scene like this one be:
An oven-ready gobbler shouting,
“Hey there! Pardon me!”
Turkey with trims
Sunbathing in hot oven, ready for gazzumping!
17-11-2015
The weather outside is frightful
My heated home is so delightful
Hangin' in my jammies don't ya know-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
Warmed the oven ready for bakin'
Apple pie is what I'm makin'
The snow blower's ready to go-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
Scrolled thru movies on the TV
Picked a classic old John Candy
There's no place I need to go-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
The dogs are lounging with me
Cuddled up, they're warm and snuggly
In New Hampshire this is how it goes-
When it snows when it snows when it snows!
She came in flying sheet of ice an icing on the cake
For that matter idle chatter frisky kitten chilly cold
Oven ready eyes are beady dough is steady simple bake
Funny spicy squashy swishy kitty kitten beauty bold
Feel the hammer on the tamer Blakie beeper well done
Susie Moosie silky milky fickle trickle stories told
That is good for Louise Lucy get a nosy beetle bun
Horny Forney makes a journey on a mushy maudlin street
Eddie uncle cried uncle beyond all this fiddle fun
Spoony Fanny ice of fire had a bun in oven kit
Paul the swoony took a Cooney out of a meaty stew
Pummeled horses ran onto borsches Kitti kitties fully fit
Icy darkness gives all souls a perky kitten mew
This closes scores of stooges give the poor devil his due.
Down in Alabam where big sweet taters grow
lives great aunt Cyndi diggin dirt with a hoe.
Up in the morn bout the crack o’ dawn
see for miles where she’s dug up the lawn.
Hard as nails with hair sweet- tater- red
she could set a table, make you feel fed.
Wave you down and ask you to stop by
have a piece o’ her sweet tater pie.
Smash sweet taters and hickory smoked pork
a chilled bottle o’ wine with a stuck cork.
Cornbread in the oven ready to take out
Slap your mama silly, lip smackin no doubt.
Dawg’s patiently waitin on the back stoop
for the cornbread mush and sweet tater soup.
With tongue a hangin and tail a waggin
shortly his tummy will be a draggin.
Sweet tater pie with whipped cream on top
you’ll eat so much you’ll think you’ll pop.
Sweet tater pie my sweet love from the south
more o’ sweet tater pie, well shut my mouth.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Get those taste buds flowing fast
eggs bacon sausage Layer
Pour on the chedder cheese now
oven ready fresh 375 1 HR
jelly toast on side
Don't forget
Milk