I walk in the door,
my dog is there to greet me,
wagging his tail furiously
whilst sniffing around my shopping bags
He has that suspicious, perplexed
look on his face ,
one I’ve seen so many times before
I know what he’s thinking:
how the hell do I regularly come home
with a fully cooked chicken in a bag,
Yet he cannot find so much as a stale roadkill
when I bring him for a walk?
I look back at him, incredulous too…
do you really think chickens
just immolate themselves,
then jump cooked
nice and juicy into a bag
for me to pick up along the street?
He’s still anxious and perplexed
as I dole out his share
Imperceptibly, our curiosity
and suspicion of each other evaporate,
as we polish off this beautiful creature
Soon I’m licking my fingers,
and the real miracle happens
when I say,
“Hey Siri! Put the TV on channel 8,”
and on comes the sports news
The dog too is thoroughly engrossed,
licking his — erm — himself.
# precious little words always say more ~ just never in the way we think #
David Bowie hears his own music, so he designs his own clothes.
An artist, they say in awe, giving him a wide berth.
He cannot be duplicated, but can any of us? I stare at his beauty.
Sure he is handsome, but something more.
There is a magnificence about him that is not easy to see.
He sparkles like his own sun. He could be nude.
He would still shine like this, because he cannot help himself.
The shoes polish off his outfit so well; who does that?
I watch him walk through a sea of other beautiful people.
They give him a bit of extra room, because he is who he is.
Their awe and respect is hidden in no way, magnificently showing.
I want to be him someday. But when? Is it already too late?
Some say you’re sweet, you burn my tongue
Cut trim and neat, the color of dung
None can say your outfit is nice
Glazed white candy fake sugar dollop eyes
With vengeance, first I will chomp your head
My way to stop you staring back
Then once I’m satisfied your dead
I polish off your person
What kind of cannibal would bake
A man to gobble for children sake
It seems to be a big mistake
To let you have my plate
Fred Jagenberg – September 28, 2019
Jiggly wiggly giggly glee
Trying to liven up my life with some free
Ugly Covid bad mood was my yesterday’s fee
Today I will have more fun than a satisfied queen bee.
Come by if you can at a quarter to three.
You can polish off this meatloaf and chili with me.
I could use your phone number.
You are not on the phone tree.
Jiggly wiggly giggle glee.
There are still two more fries
A bite of tomato
I don't think that you'll die
If you polish off those potatoes
One more bite of fish
And you'll clean your plate
C'mon and finish that dish
It's already quite late --
Why leave one measly cookie
You've always loved dessert
At eating sweets you're no rookie
No one's feelings will be hurt
In almost every family, the story's the same
~ People play the 'I left it for you' game
Hold guns like bibles in both hands
Aim them in the air in any direction
For fun at parties invite them along
Polish off a bottle of whiskey first
Keep ammo in mayonnaise jars
For freshness cradle them like babies
If you must take guns to bed with you
Never feed them bullets after dark
Make sure they are warm and comfy
And bring their own blankets and pillows
To cover loud noises
To avoid indigestion
Remember guns kill
Keep them away from pickles in the fridge
And from children for their own protection
Read the directions on the box
Throw the manual in the fire place
Not the gun because that is dangerous
Gun control is like mind control
You must first have one to use it
Both come with sensitive triggers
With no warranties or returns to life
No money back guarantees
I've got some brand new walking boots,
As comfy as can be,
I love my brand new walking boots,
They were surely made for me.
They are going to take me places
I have never been before,
Across the cliffs and coastal paths
And down onto the shore.
We'll scramble on rocks together,
Jump down onto the sand,
Oh my brand new walking boots
Are really very grand.
We'll go walking by the river,
Underneath the trees,
Make lots of noise, scrunching through,
All the Autumn leaves.
On our walk we'll find a pub,
To stop and have a treat.
I'll sit and put my legs up
So I can admire my feet.
We can explore our country,
Walk through our national parks,
I promise to always keep you clean,
Polish off your marks.
So I'm lacing up my walking boots
For my first walk I'm so excited,
But if you dare to pinch my toes
Our union will be blighted.
Are you listening walking boots
Don't give me a single blister
'Cause if you do, I promise to,
Give you to my sister!
I don't like all varieties,
Especially the green,
But it's a treat to see them
On the appetizer scene.
My favorites are the Nicoise,
Very small and brownish-black.
I can polish off a bowl of them
And still keep coming back.
I'm up for trying other types
And, though I won't throw fits,
My preference is very strong
That they retain their pits.
For I'll reveal a secret
That I've not before admitted -
I can't respect an olive
That has somehow gotten pitted.
Bye Bye Becca
Rang through my ears in hell
I had to do the dishes now
But couldnt do them well.
The mopping and house cleaning
Looked me in the eye
Becca lift that pen and write
But all i did was cry.
Who will drive the children home
And polish off the car
I used to write, I used to dream
But now im just a fallen star.
Wake up Becca, wake up girl
I shot up with a start
Oh forget these mundane things
And pen with all your heart.
Poem by Farrah Veronica Sinha
I’m not a cook and rarely do
But when the weather’s cold,
I sometimes make a pot of soup;
It’s pretty good, I’m told.
A bag of split peas does the trick
With carrots and some dill.
Some hours on the stove and then
Ta-ta to winter’s chill.
It makes a hearty winter lunch
And warms me up inside
When others polish off a bowl
My efforts did provide.
Polish off your polish prep yourself for parting with what you want try your luck and fail, fail again and work on your polish. Choose it now.
Ring out the old, ring in the new
Wipe out the tears that fell like dew
Put on a smile, walk an extra mile
Clean out the gut of all the bile
Shake off the dust, polish off the rust
Hold out your hand in deeper trust
Fight out the loss, take up a cause
Rid your self of all the floss
Take a chance, try out a dance
If you want, go to France.
Drop the work , take a perk
Tell the boss no more to shirk
Pick a tale, spin it round
Till all your foes fall to the ground
Ring out the old, ring in the new
Here’s wishing you adieu !!