Trixie has disappeared, tired of writing mushroom poems I guess.
Come out, I say. I cannot pen missives without her, I confess.
She has left me in a bind, in the dust, in a totally bereft mess.
I will do whatever you want I say, casually meaning more or less.
Trixie pops up long enough to suggest Coleridge, she has nerve!
I am not an Old Master; Trixie is vim, sass, vigor, zing and verve!
Okay, what about Poe? She says, the only thing is, he was a perve.
I pussyfoot around her next suggestion as she rounds a curve.
Trixie is very much in charge of what I do, write or say.
She can make or break me with my words every single day.
I do not know how she got the reigns of my pen so dapple gray.
But she is the one I turn to if I want my words to sway.
So I promise her the moon, rice krispie treats and other gooey things.
She is slapping a tambourine, and deems herself one of the kings.
I give her all the credit, for I have learned lessons the hardest way.
And in order to write poetry I need Trixie my muse back today!
Got snow overnight, 'bout a foot
Not civilized, it's dangerous underfoot
Really should expect it
It's Canada, I checked
Santa Clause lives here, he ain't no pussyfoot>center>
He was wading through the frozen pain
unhappy at himself.
Staring vacantly at the blurred stars.
Who was not guilty when the staircase
collapsed? The half-men were busy
in arranging to open the trap door.
Amplified hunger was spilling like
acid rain, changing the colour of
fault-line, kindled bellies.
A twin murder has yet to be resolved.
There is no more pursuit of the menace
and the fear lurking under the dirty eyes.
Green stomach sends the odor,
becomes a reminder of stones in the bowl.
The thick men are walking on air.
SATISH VERMA
From: The office of Spritual Advisor
Re: God And Country
The 600 pound gorilla in the room
has a name and is coming real soon
They can jive and pussyfoot around
but most folks know He's coming to town
Everything He said is now coming true
at least to soldiers like me and you
They cant hear those four horsemen running
everything they bring has already come in
Can we send those four horsemen back?
Yes sir mister, that's a fact!
The 600 pound gorilla's still in the room
I think He's waiting for an answer from you
Now this aint easy
for some it's too hard
We know about the gorilla
we just can't call him lord
What do you do when you
have a problem like this
One simple answer
you put Him to the test
To put you in office we stood in lines very long
Don't make a mistake and let our country go wrong
From Washington to Bush the message is still faith
so don't give up on God's unfailing grace
The beginning of that faith may be hard
but it will start with these words
"So help me God."
Her unassailed Highness sleeps
belly upturned
in fretful repose
Garnished green, by a faerie ring
bare and barren
laid out for a spell
Majestic head in verdant bed
Impromptu eyeful
a cameo gaze
black and white, by degree
Covert, supine
pussyfoot queen
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