Tomorrow is a rumor, far off, distant.
Yesterday is a dream you'd rather forget.
Be here, right now, with nothing to be missed.
The clock ticks; it's tocks won't wait, so inhabit it.
Be there inside the neck of the hourglass,
to feel the sand grains slide through your fingers.
Not as a bystander, watching time fade away,
but as a soul willing to stand in the rain,
feeling each unrepeatable plink gather
into rivulets of contemplation,
streaming to glisten as tears down your face.
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The boat still waits where water meets the shore,
its hull a ghost of varnish, cracked and thin.
Dad’s empty boat rides the waves no more.
Motor sits idle—no strong hands the throttle to pull
at dawn’s first blush or dusk’s slow-settling din.
The boat still waits where water meets the shore.
I trace the name he carved with patient score:
Ninnie Poo—paint now like weathered skin.
Dad’s empty boat rides the waves no more.
The pines still lean as if they’re listening for
his whistled tune, the hook’s sharp plink within.
The boat still waits where water meets the shore.
The perch still school where cattails root and sprawl,
untroubled now by his net or his custom-made jig-spin.
Dad’s empty boat rides the waves no more.
The lake holds silence, calm and still with languor.
Hushed wooden dock moans, wondering where Dad has been.
The boat still waits where water meets the shore.
Dad’s empty boat rides the waves no more.
plink, plink, water in the sink
sinks slowly into budding suds
torturing the pans and fork tines
who want cascade - show on the road
plink, plop, hands over ears, now stop
but slowly the spatter of drops
like the slow go of a rain storm
keep habitating, repeating
their ear-splitting, liver-bellied
bullying of the spoons and cups
the apron-covered giant turned
off the faucet, threw in the rag,
then the sponge, ew…her hands with gloves
now each piece, that is us, is scrubbed
and ah, true running water-rush
each of us towel dried, put ‘way
from nightmarish brutality
we rest…we rest..until lipstick
lands on the side of grinds in cup
and pan slams onto surface heat
in other words, we get beaten
then comes water in sink, awaken
the bully who sleeps eight hours
look forward to vacation, hers!
Hear Ye!
the babbles of brook flowing on by.
the fizzy hiss of foam floating on tide.
the howls of a waterfall crying into sky.
the raging roar of waves crashing on beach.
the pitter-patter raps of raindrops on window panes.
the splish and swish of paddles straddling lake.
the tinkle taps of gentle rain showers on rooves.
the guttural gurgle of water sinking down drains.
the blink and plink of dew drops tumbling down leaves.
all singing in cadence, a lulling lilting lullaby,
caressing ye to sleep.
But, Beware Ye,
lest Ye hear,
the alien tap of
drip,
drip,
drip,
drops in sink!
relentless, incessant, clatter,
insistent for a fix!
keep that tone
it's ah beautiful sound
through the ranges
that's an astonishing sound
the bit part
the perceived stability of
tone
a song, a sound so
pleasant
I sing it when the song has gone
keep it smooth in the first
second verse
with those: ooh,ahh, II's
Got me soothed when you bring it
back to sing
the next part
Cyrus what you say
she sounds so beautiful
don't let this one get away
the bellows and the windchest
they grooving to
I wanna sing
can I sing wiff you
do your thang aint no thang
clap your hands
let the eople sing
Kokosing Your Song
Sing Your song for me
(Stick, bellow,groove)
He name is Bob
Short for Robert
but I names him
Bob
Not Roberto
or Robert
just Bob!
That he name.
He not funky,
him clean, But
sure can make ah
song swing dough!
Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the light; cars take a stance.
Sky, a blue-gray, wiper flip-flops.
Shy, the soft pelts of ho-hum drops.
The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.
Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!
Why raindrops drip and drop in time,
not timorous; divine.
A splash, playful
in a pond of koi brass.
Tines of Sankyo, priceless precipitation;
A plink and plunk, Chopin;
“Till the End of Time,”
that is why raindrops
hold their gravity,
until the fruit
of their musicality
must be mined,
be longed
by great golden fish
with open lips
excited by the weather
without human palms
to catch, a catch
that croaks and grunts,
that fills the pond.
Simply birds chirp, chirping in song,
belonging to a cloudy day.
Simply birds plink, plinking paradisaically.
Wee angels with harps in their wings.
Simply my teeny, tiny forest at play.
Tweets twine like ivy, inviting a smile.
Simply the sweetest sound of mirth.
Sans birdsong, saddest silence on earth.
An icicle drips, drips
its measured drops
Plinkety-plink, plink, plink
on my window, like rain
Each drip, every drop, a paralysis of time
Plinkety-plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink
Will these cursed drops never end
~ Will she never be mine
......................Plink:plink:pling!...................?ah doo:ah doo: ah Doo!..........
Colossi of Memnon oh ye ah, the size and eminis and emormous importance.........Oh ye Corcovado hill, The skie speaks to the people......Whoomp:whoomp;whoomp; Whoomb!
Cry for the People oh people
Satan scripts your way.They speak you antisocal, because you knowest not what they speak. Cry oh ye ppeople everyday.The sort though they build walls in skies
were lighting strikes
and Valentines are sweetest together but they wish thee apart, Cry oh ye people Cry!" Plinka:plinka:Plung!
Love is Sweeter together.
Woman I...
Woman I.....
I love you>>>>>>>
Surest as anyone
could love a Woman.
I lovest You!
The skies shall move to bring us together
Oh istest Me!
Woman I love You.....
Moring Glory I cherish thee
Evening Sun The Day between.
Might we marry to be as one
To Cherist most
We love as One.
A man Ask's his Lover to Co-sign for him to purchaase 3-d Printer!
He wishes to start a business with his Machine.
He sang this song to her with an orchestra
hoping it would get her in the Mood for being businessminded!
Date: 17/3/2022
Sponser name: L MILTON HANKINS
Competition Name: MY DREAM VACATION
MY DREAM VACATION
Plink Plink Plink
Ah-
Lemon yellow raindrops falling down on me
I pull my tongue out to get a taste
and raise my sunglasses to take a look around.
Pink cotton candy clouds
Creamy Chocolate rivers
Candy Cane umbrellas
And is that a green-red melingo*?
What a sight to see!
I get up to see
a choco-coated breaden* boat
sailing on the pink ocean.
My mind is at ease
with the wonderful sights and sceneries.
I lie down on my orange hammock.
No stress, No pain
No sorrow, No want
In a beautiful place like this.
I could get used to this...
melingo: Melon-flamingo
breaden: as in a material made of bread
Urnestly, I search for words
buried beneath the veneer.
The rite way to ashes and grief.
Contained in a purple jar,
her only tear— a hoarder's memory.
Death makes no sense, the
bed relied upon— a cramped space
in the dark, not at all
what I was expecting.
No marker with flowers.
Her jar’s become a place of “cheers.”
Dad’s tears plink into his afterglow martini.
10/15/2021
Tuesday was the day that Saturn came crashing down out of the sky.
She fell with a plunk, many people thought they were going to die.
She got smaller and smaller, until she fell with a tiny little plink.
Saturn fell in my grandmother’s dark room, into her photogenic sink.
We grandkids asked Grams, should we share Saturn's plight?
Gram yelled. This is a dark room. Do not turn on that light!
Saturn spoke to us, using extraterrestrial telepathy.
She ate short bread cookies, and some of Grandma’s dandelion tea.
We kids do not keep secrets, so I guess you know bye and bye.
FBI came and began searching for Saturn. Grams said it was a lie.
Now two FBI agents are locked in basement – Pete and Old McSly.
Because Grams said if Mr. Lee turned on the light, he was gonna die.
Skipping is binary,
one, nought, one, nought, one.
Clip clop.
Tick tock.
One foot up, skip.
Next foot up, skip.
Hop, step and jump,
'tis hopscotch time.
Heart in love, skips a beat.
Electrons skip in quantum rings,
dangling their participles.
Skipping off-beat in music
it's syncopation.
Flat stone, flat-thrown
bounces, skims and skips 'oer pond
plink, ploink, plink ploink, plonk.
Notice, perchance if you will,
each skip is smaller, than the one before,
descending in declension to rest.
hic, haec, hoc
huic, huic, huic
hunc, hanc, hoc
hoc, hac, hoc
Aah
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