Jump, thump, six graders jump
from stone to pebbly stone.
Chirp chirp the robin flies
Across the sky alone.
Crunch chunch the graveled feet,
Sh. . . shoo, a breathy whisper,
Hard, cold bench for a seat,
Rough wood, perhaps a splinter.
Puh, puh, puh, a boy spitting,
Mosquito slap
A girl is hitting.
Scarlet leaves on willowly stem
Dance in the crisp fall air.
I hear a chuckle.
Is it he
Playing over there?
The last bright orange, Autumn mums
Await their yearly demise.
A glance at my watch.
Oh, no, it’s time,
I’m thinking as I rise.
Fall day, sublime
God’s perfection.
What a task to study!
Until next time,
We’ll have to leave
Renewed, refreshed, unhurried.
~ Judy Bausch
Aspects and expectations of color,
be amethyst, be the best, reenlist,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be lavender and sweeter, forever,
be cerise and release your masterpiece,
aspects and expectations of color.
Be amber then enter to surrender,
be tourmaline, my dream still-ravish-cease,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be sapphire and satisfy the desire,
be white in your flight and be the moon's cheese,
aspects and expectations of color.
Be copper, chart-topper and showstopper,
be, Xanadu that perfect hue, true tease,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be ivory, more finer, best primer,
be, turquoise, and make with the noise, puh-leeze.
aspects and expectations of color,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
I have the shoes, you have the socks.
We can be snug together but you like things
hard as rocks.
I'm an eraser, just tell me when
and I'll be there, only if you don't freaking
use a pen.
You have a key, and I have a lock
it fits perfectly, but to open the door
you'd rather knock.
So puh-lease boy, gimme a go
I'm sure we'll make a great cameo!
"If I weren’t afraid, I'd..." move to heaven.
But suicide is frowned upon, up there.
It seems there is NO path free of leaven
neglect yields censure, insults follow care
Does gay marriage do well to make this point -
should kids not be borne to this broken world?
Not a lifestyle I'd prefer or anoint,
but granted, earth's end IS being unfurled.
Unfurled with red flags touting abortion,
A second issue that I can't endorse.
As ethical questions flout distortion,
many gallop down this barbaric course.
The border gleans talk, such politic-ese
Opinions thereon, I judge have gone south.
Concentration camps, bah humbug, puh-lease!
"Want credit for the rain, take blame for drought."
August 17, 2019, edited September 10, 2019
back in the days before coronavirus captured the conversation
last line quote, Dwight Morrow
I had them hidden
locked & safe
my treasure, my precious
What I value above all
Some said gold
Some said money
but some, even surprised me
whispering "puh; she hasn't got a thing"
some made me laugh
while others made me cry
But, here I have them
still safe, hidden & locked
my treasure, my precious
My Books...
What I value above all...
Charlotte & Emily Bronte
Dickens, Twain
Austen, Hugo
Nesbit & Holt
Even Dumas...
It took a little time
Gave me a hard time
But, I have them now
my treasure, my books
My favorites..
Made me my world
Gave me new taste
I value above all
more than gold
My Books, My Treasure....
He cheated on you- what a surprise
You’re wife #5 in his pattern of lies
Did you think he’d be loyal ‘cause he gave you a ring?
Did you think he’d stop flirtin’ and start stayin’ in?
Did you think you were special, that you were the one?
Puh-lease, you were a way to pay off wife #1!
Stop your cryin’ and moanin’, come on, get a grip
You were a fool, now get over it
Stop wastin’ your time on this ignorant schmuck
So what if you love him, who gives a f—k?
You’re still pretty; you’re in GREAT shape
With your blue eyes, red lips, and heart- shaped face
Your blond tresses, your dresses that show off your rack
Oh yeah, baby, you’ve got it; you’ve still got back
Put on some lipstick and paint your toes red
Get some f--k me heels; get outta that bed!
You’ve got style and charm and a sexy pout
You got it goin’ on; that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Don’t dwell on him, on how he did you wrong
Get out there and show him you’re still da bomb
9/18/12
For Vienna's "Let me have it then kiss my petunia" contest
You penny-posing loafer
You’re worn, through and through
Like us, puh-lease say we’re over
Before I fly-salt your food
You’re worn, through and through
Like the new burn-holes in your pants?
Before I fly-salt your food,
Why not leave as I passively ask?
Like the new burn-holes in your pants,
The gap between us is HUGE
Why not leave as I passively ask?
Walk out in your tack-filled shoes
The gap between us is HUGE
Like us? Puh-lease, say we’re over
Walk out in your tack-filled shoes
You penny-posing loafer
9/11/12
(fly-salt: to sprinkle flies like salt onto food; puh-lease: please ennunciated)
For Rhonda & Cyndi's Pantoum Contest
Sing me to sleep, you
Siphon of morning terrors.
Puh-Pound on my door,
Break the lock I fixed with such clever fingers.
How far can I push you until I smash into countless crystalline shards of ash-dust?
Test my limits. Take the drug of self-intoxication.
Of other-destruction.
Touch the curling, unfurling, glistening green of a life-fresh blade.
See the sun glow right through its veins, framing delicacy with warmth.
See me walking backwards, one delicate footstep at a time.
See my un-future, unfurling into freshness.
See me glow.
i think sometimes
of the thoughts you have
and i think i know how you think
somewhere in there
you think like i do
and even you
have to admit
not much in time has passed
two elbows next together on a swing
heads forward and with each other
tilted back in a laugh
heels scraping sand on the way back
adult old and all that
then
the chin comes in
for another push below the knees
Puh-lease
as if we never got that
thank god the sky's got enough blue
to catch me & you
in the swivel of a giggle
a back and forth
no one else knew
chains and wood for a seat
under the sound that comes before a laugh
Let’s pretend I know how to tell the secret.
The secret of our lives.
Like children running mad into each other.
Like bank exchanges in line.
Finally at the window,
And no one understands a thing.
The mind that forgot me has made up a new name.
I was a flower until the age of yesterday.
And we forget that some people haven’t learned how to say please.
The word “please.”
I'm trying to help a child pronounce the word, “puh-leeee-zzz…”
And that’s all he wants to do.
So that he can make bubbles
And watch them float up into the sky.
And stim off them.
Riddled with tumours, his brain does ecstatic flip-flops
As the world makes glee visible and soluble in his hands.
His tiny baby hands…
He’s 15-year-old.
That’s all he wants to do.
Who am I to stop him?
Where and when do you resist love?
So you slowly remove all the licenses…
And everywhere you step is new territory.
And with every terrifying day you are glad.
The flower wailing and writhing in the wind
Awaits the sun and within it it basks...
The causal pulse returns.
Puh-leez!
Don't try that with me.
You forget how well I know you.
Ya see,
I spent three,
Yes, three,
Entire years learning you,
Because I thought that's what I should do
Considering I was prepared to spend my life with you.
Don't even try it.
Like I can't spy that fake ish
In the words you're desperately trying to convince
Me to believe,
Or maybe you're trying to convince yourself.
Either way,
It's a waste of time.
I can see that you're not happy,
And despite myself, I couldn't be more pleased!
You'll get no sympathy from me.
Puh-leez!
You actually thought I'd feel bad?
Or some emotion resembling sad?
For you?!
HA! That's a good one.
Why should I feel bad for you?
This is exactly what you put me through,
And, finally, it's coming back around,
And to think all you thought you found.
Wow!
It's like deja-vu,
Only, this time, it's not me crying over you.
You're crying.
I'm trying,
Practically dying,
To hold this laughter.
So much for your happily ever after!