in a leather jacket
birthday cake sandwiches help
clear my sinuses
Googly Hancock; and backseat baristas
Bob Dylan is back in the studio
did he pop out to the shops? Where's he been?
Big Daddy Kane outside Dapper Dan's -
You tossed a coin in the fountain
Wishing to be as happy as a blue cat
storckappopotamus
there will be no custard creams at my wake
nor chocolate bourbons;
take a long walk off a short pier
homewreckers and g'day mate cubes
sky glows cloudy bright
edges of clouds melt away
elegant exit
teach those clouds lesson
Helios god of the sun
everlasting warmth
shine your brilliance
upon us that we might see
night has stayed too long
playing hard to get
overcast like wet cotton
put my prayer to shame
or get better gods
Uranus might help me out
turn this day around
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
When I am silent, I would love to hide my feelings
But I hide absolutely nothing
Feelings pop out of my face like measles
Or pimples if am feeling irritated, grouchy, angry or sad.
Everyone is not an empath
But you do not have to be sensitive to read me
I am no poker face; I have tremendous tells
Silence has become one of my main reactions
To anger, sadness, irritability
Or if I feel someone is a moron, which happens more frequently these days
I use silence most of the time
Enthusiasm, excitement and joy plunge me out of silence
Imagine if there was a brain station for souls
Plug in a rhyme magic would pop out no controls
With patience sooner or later
Writing thousand word essays
And the literary world would begin to explode
You surely can rhyme
Heard this all the time
Poetry is not a crime
It could be sublime
It makes not a dime
Can be done in quick time
Words that somehow rhyme
Pop out from the grime
Slither through the slime
Some of them sublime
One found in Anaheim
Words that love to rhyme
Lemon cake with lime
Atoms with an enzyme
Want to add to this rhyme
Poetry is not a crime
The graveyard has a spooky gate,
The tombstones spaced behind,
With skeletal remains arranged
That passersby could find.
Some ghosts pop out of windows,
Where they’ll still be at dawn
And you can visit all of this
On my grandchildren’s lawn.
One person once asked,
"Why don't you like considering therapy"
and this is my answer:
What I feel does not have a schedule to pop out,
And I don't bottle things up until the next hour.
so, please don't tell me that I need to give my problems a schedule.
I am okay not remebering my sorrows at given moments,
and It doesn't comfort me when someone tells me
"it will be okay"
that's a line I expect to hear anyway,
and "I tell that to myself everyday"
and I know very well that it is okay to feel what I feel.
then why do I need therapy?
why do I need therapy, if I am therapy.
I don't see a need really.
I'd rather take a pen and scream out the pain on paper!!!
That's where I find real healing,
in silence, behind the pages of my book!!!
I had heard of rose-colored glasses
But this old man was sitting in the middle of flowers
Wearing blue-colored glasses
As rosy as any hippie I had met
He only sees the good in people
Flowers adore him
They pop out of the earth and surround him
Wherever he goes
He has an ambiance few others have
I stared at the old crone
Disbelieving her story
Until two lilies popped up alongside a knock-out-rose
The old man was humming gently to the garden
As it surrounded him with additional zinnias and lilacs
I wondered where I could find blue-colored glasses
It's Thanksgiving eve and
The Browns brought a live turkey
To eat but little
Did they know that it wasn't
An ordinary turkey but
As day turn into night and
Darkness sweeps through the
Turkey starts to transform into
A large turkey monster, with big
Green eyes, it had even snuck
Inside the house earlier and
Laid wait, for his moment to strike
As they slept, it grabs a butcher's knife
And goes on a killing spree, afterwards
He goes into a back room, where
The grandmother was nodding in a chair
She hears a sound, opens her eyes
They nearly pop out, before she could scream
He turns back into a turkey
Hops in her chair, the two cuddle
Then falls fast asleep
I had heard of rose-colored glasses
But this old man was sitting in the middle of flowers
Wearing blue-colored glasses
As rosy as any hippie I had met
He only sees the good in people
Flowers adore him
They pop out of the earth and surround him
Wherever he goes
He has an ambiance few others have
I stared at the old crone
Disbelieving her story
Until two lilies popped up along side a knock-out-rose
The old man was humming gently to the garden
As it surrounded him with additional zinnias and lilacs
I wondered where I could find blue-colored glasses
My pet giraffe is called Tiny
although he is extremely tall
He towers above a huge sunflower
that's growing along my back wall!
One day Tiny appeared to be poorly
The vet climbed up a ladder to see
He said Tiny had a bad infection
I must make him a scarf urgently!
So I busily knitted with lamb's wool
My fingers worked all day and night
I coiled the scarf up his long neck
It was perfect and fitted just right!
Tiny now wears his scarf in our garden
And it's cured all the pains in his neck
The vet praised me for my speedy knitting
My home made remedy wasn't hi- tech!
I’m thankful that Tiny is better
And we go out on rambles and walks
But if strangers see us out walking
their eyes often pop out on stalks!
We all saw him seize his mum’s shoulder
And smile but in his heart a boulder
I knew you didn’t catch the second;
I happen to have a mind fecund.
What my eyes snatched was a masquerade:
A face vandal might want for a raid
But this he’s not acting on purpose;
Just not here to hear what lips propose:
Mark is a heir planning Dad’s funeral
While, for now, no crate of mineral:
One thousand guests who cherish cold beer;
Why would normal eyes not announce fear?
Yes, not about ideas voicing
Nor over man’s cash gifts rejoicing,
Your hand, too, should ransack the pockets
And watch Mark’s eyes pop out of sockets!
*Neighboring Mauna Kea has been sleeping for centuries, but notice the red flows popping and flowing in the gray areas below Mauna Loa's actual summit. Those are rift zones that pave through gray areas untouched, then pop out further downhill wiping out whole communities. BEWARE OF RIFT ZONE--which has been ongoing now.
Mauna Loa created Kilauea Iki, Pu'u O'o, Halemaumau, and Loihi Seamount (the underwater volcano).
*Image of The Big Island Rift Zones by UHH
A Rift Zone
Our fatigued town of Hilo by the bay,
woke late Sunday and watched black turn to gold.
Midnight's oil peters ere dawn the next day,
seen three lava streamed, some people unsold.
Volcanologists call it, a rift zone,
where red skies mock as magma glows on top
while forcing lava tubes neath, treks unknown.
O'er a hundred quakes daily, stresses swap.
Slams of earth's crust formed Everest's complete,
Mauna Loa was churned out from the ground up.
Twenty-nine faced thirty-three thousand feet,
shows this volcano's peaks, win the gold cup.
Confidence of sight, conscious bets clearly,
ignorants deal with escape plans dearly.
2022 December 01
a midnight ring, no - it’s nearly two
ear plugs pop out,
wake up his wife and the dog -
and we don’t have a dog
11/15/2022
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