Movie popcorn Tim purchased to share
with his date, who did not seem to care
when she first felt, then SAW
him reach into her bra.
Then she laughed, “There’s no popcorn down there!”
May 2, 2023
For Tania Kitchin's A Funny Or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest
I have a predilection
for the helping professions
As well, for artistic self-expression
I'll take my leave with this confession
Other 'pursuits' are no more than repression
~ That lead inexorably to depression
Grandma sat in her rocker braiding her hair
Reciting Bible verses she had learned
I remember well the squeaking of the chair
Her words to me, I so resoundingly spurned.
She said, “You, son, you our minister will be,
Do not laugh, boy, for you will most surely see.”
True to her form the declaration came true
In spite of how much I wanted it not to.
written September 10, 2021
The glide of the plane almost in step with my rooftop.
Visibility of blue heaven low; lookout for earthwalkers.
My bland Toyota euphoric and banded by tight forest.
The span of an angelic chorus, a serendipitous psalm.
The predilection of dawn, a tributary hawk sails on.
The silver cross shimmies and shakes reflected in mirror.
I steady it with my heartbeat, my smile, my faith.
9/25/2020
Prior to my first glance, I had no destined direction.
Reality set in after your touching warm embrace.
Each new cuddle touched off a new infection.
Darling, I shall always remember your placid face.
I was alone and withering until your first hold.
Love was not a word that I have ever known.
Eagerly your contact, reveled me from the cold.
Caring ways that you possess, so closely shown,
Taking me back to my youth of hopeful desires,
I have been awarded now more than I deserve.
Our personal alliance has been enriched by fires.
Now and forever, our friendship shall us both serve.
Love was something I wanted,
Love was something I needed,
Love was something I thought you
would give me, but love is something
I'm living without for you was not
the one to love me but the one
to hurt me.
So now I still want love and I still
need it, but now I also fear it.
If possession is nine-tenths of the law
entirely, you're mine
though cosmically, empirically
we lack the ties that bind
For naught these thoughts
escape me through the river of the day
while every beryl and burst of you
contain me as they stay
And while the very air we breathe
is cycled through our distance
I know that even air succumbs
to love in sweet resistance
If possession is nine-tenths of the law
then what am I to do?
for obligingly, surprisingly
I now belong to you.