The Whistlepig Jig
I sat upon my porch one day
my pennywhistle for to play.
When out stepped Mr. Whistle-pig,
I thought to dance a jig.
“I left the comfort of my den,”
says he,”to satisfy my yen. I hear
this high-pitched trilling noise,
emanating from your little toy.”
“This is no little toy”, says I,
“so what do you imply?”
“I do not like this sound,
that pulled me out from underground.”
“Too bad” says I and played on still,
I will not quit until you‘ve had your fill.”
He chuckled in his ground hog way, and
said he, “I intend now to stay,
to laugh at you while you play.”
I took umbrage at his cheek
and said he had no right to speak.
With careful aim I raised my whistle
and flung it at him like a missile.
He caught it with his little paws
and placed its reed in his jaws.
As he played, he grinned a grin,
for we both now know
that he is the real musician.
Categories:
pennywhistle, animal, humor,
Form: Rhyme
A different song
enters the symphony hall,
It's not an aria or a choral work,
it's much bigger,
it fills the auditorium.
Outside, on the street,
a busker plays his pennywhistle.
The orchestra and its singers
cease to study scores and song sheets...
pause to listen,
Entranced,
they let the music play on,
through the one throat
of the All.
Categories:
pennywhistle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
* (Saturn is esoterically associated with the twelfth month of December)
… it was snow,
cold-burning, scorching walls in the caverns of my mind
bleaching the bones of my soul
crystal-yearning of
ever-burning stagger along the adulterous breeze -
on frozen embers…
* * *
… access the night of
darkness beyond darkness
seducing the light to weave an unseen fabric
feathering against our skin,
you, with your head on my chest,
soulful
happy
peaceful and light…
… never forget to access the night…
* * *
… I see your face in satin spades
your heart in clover twined
around the pennywhistle of my tributes,
drums clubbing, whipping the wailing
river into frothy nostalgic nettles
prickling my flesh and shadows
watching your tavern rituals of guzzling my essence
before you ravished my unraveled ends in nearest parks,
and that before your parchment disappeared in white of the moon…
… your etchings left behind,
nothing erased…
Categories:
pennywhistle, love
Form: Free verse
Fried eggs on a sunny day,
white clouds in the hamper.
Dreamfully dozing dogs,
black kittens scamper.
Dim-witted clock alarm –
nobody’s sleeping!
Morning’s a carousel
dipping and leaping.
See all the ants in line.
What say the roaches?
Beetles go soaring in
shiny black coaches.
School kids may all digress
skipping the sidewalk.
Lawyer may lose his tongue,
judge climb a beanstalk.
Brown eggs and buttercups,
blue-starch the collar.
Moth-wings on sale today,
six pair a dollar.
Categories:
pennywhistle, funny, parody, song-may,
Form: Ballad
Penny Petty plays a pennywhistle.
She plays the pennywhistle pretty well.
I offered her a dollar for her whistle,
But pretty Penny Petty wouldn't sell.
Categories:
pennywhistle, children, funny, people,
Form: I do not know?