Quibble On…
I saw
the “once”
of it…
You can’t keep
the light
from speaking…
Don’t “backdoor”
me!
To the ends of the Earth let us go
Where the river of the Gospel will flow
Evil’s allowed to grow tall
So one day it may fall
God’s plans are much wiser than we know
The banquet is ready: Invite!
Don’t ignore Christ’s call or the Light
Excuses we defend
Many lost in the end
Fear God and serve with all your mind
By faith and through Christ we are led
To the Kingdom where all will be fed
Miss the train, miss your place
So respond to God’s grace
By His call we are raised from the dead
So to all who’s minds begin to swell
Remember what’s in Dante’s Hell
Think you’ve got it made
Don’t be throwing shade
Over the soul who has said it is well
So to the ends of the Earth
Don’t shirk or skirt the birth
A birth that is worth
More than gold in this purse
So don’t quibble about “Who’s on first?”
jibble jabble jingle John
kibble kabble kingle kong
libble labble lingo long
mibble mabble mingle mon
pibble pabble pingo pom
quibble quabble quingo quon
ribble rabble ringo ron
simple silliness sometimes turns me on
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
Spring's whispers were present in the brisk night
promises of blooms mid summerlike skies
Yet winter's snowy white colors my sight
Could those promises be only her guise?
I long for endless nights to quickly end
though I own no quibble with the white moon
but on Spring and birdsong we do depend;
in this stillness, there is no lovely tune.
Spring does seem very unmindful of time
nor do freezing breezes stir her desire
for flowers blooming in sun shining clime
What does one do to light the stubborn fire?
Could it be spring is but choosing to hide,
or is this some version of Spring Untried?
April 3, 2024
Fourteen pounds; that’s a bucket of lard
And losing that shouldn’t be so hard
It’s turkey, pud and let’s not quibble
A pretty frequent midnight nibble
It’s one whole stone of belly fat
Inflating what was firm and flat
Slimline tonic won’t do that
So did I eat an alley cat?
Six-point-three-five Kilograms
Twice what sometimes fills our prams
Were I pregnant, for my sins
Could be that I’m toting twins
But I’ve had lots of Christmases
And I’m sure when I tell you this
Six weeks watching what I eat
Will make my tummy nice and neat
The trifle’s gone, as is the meat
All the savoury, all the sweet
It’s time to watch my waist deflate
With smaller servings on my plate
And so I put away the gin
And tonic with no sugar in
For gin gives me an appetite
That makes me nibble late at night
So, fourteen pounds; that is my goal
A resolution in my soul
But, by the gin, before my eyes
A box - unopened - of mince pies!
COMMAND
What I say, you treat as a real order
Not a suggestion nor a request
No delaying nor any quibble
A task that one must obey
Not a choice, but duty
Complete it in time
I’ll be watching
Your response
So start
Now!
Time will tell
When I'm still there
After the fire
Or cupboards bare
Time will tell
Endurance wins
Past bruises, burns
Or sufferings
Time will tell
No room to quibble
Just beauty
Past the horrible
Time will tell
The whispered truth
No shout required
No loud uncouth
Time will tell
If you're worthwhile
With every hug
With every smile
Time will tell
No shades of grey
No argument
No 'so you say'
Time will tell
Her secret then
Love letter written
Without a pen
Jinjagoliath
8th August 2023
Summer began in a small country home;
forest's shadow and fields a dog can roam.
A kiss of radiant warmth lay this day,
off wild running and chasing in gay play.
Like other children we trifling quibble,
over childish senseless art we scribble.
QUIBBLE over who's going to be first,
QUIBBLE who's acting like the very worst.
Though harmless quibble with one another
before twilight falls, still love each other.
Gimme your best shot
Why the hell not
And let the both of us
Play an unfriendly game
Of pick up Camel
Straw's and stick's
And the winner
Is or will be decided
By whomever
Break's as many backs
As either you or I
Or at very least
Failing that
Gets the most backs up
And being it's a Camel
It sure as hell
Has to be at very least
More than the very minimum of 2
Otherwise what's the use
We may just as well
Play
Water
V
Sand
And see who eventually makes it
Out of the desert
Full of sand
Onto beach sand
And then we can quibble
And compare
Sand
V
Sand
As we die of thirst
As neither of us
Can drink or survive
On salt water
Proving the point
The only thing 2 stupid people
Will ever agree on
Is when
And after
That are both
Dead
The other may have in fact had
A valid point
But saying and admitting that
Got your nose out of joint
So ouch so
You had to ram home your point
A closer look at a fantastic word
And no, I’m not talking in bafflegab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
To absquatulate like a fracas herd
Throw a foofaraw over a little jab
A closer look at a fantastic word
A uni-brow is a glabella furred
And whirligigs hung too slapdash to grab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
Scuttlebutt schlepped to sassafras by bird
Skedaddle from a skirmish of stone crab
A closer look at a fantastic word
A quibble over razzmatazz occurred
Doohickey from a lummox, easy nab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
So scrumdiddlyumptious I may have slurred
Like tintinnabulation, it’s not drab
A closer look at a fantastic word
To not repeat this speak is just absurd
Last night I wrote a poem in bed
When I was half asleep.
It sounded great inside my head
(And sure beat counting sheep!)
But in the middle of the night,
All cozy ‘neath my blanket,
My body didn’t want to write;
I thought that I could bank it.
The mind, however, won’t retain
A close-to-slumber musing.
It would be best, then, to refrain
From anything but snoozing.
So when I woke, not one sweet rhyme
Was left for me to scribble.
A notebook by my bed next time?
With that, I will not quibble.
As stormy skies sully a sunny day,
the pitter-patter of drops drags me down.
And especially if it is Monday
when my smile tends to flip into a frown.
Stinging droplets feel like a billion tears
running down my cheeks: a constant dribble.
But on a Monday, they morph into spears:
as depression and misery quibble.
On overcast days with partial sunlight,
I'm less melancholy: if it should rain.
But on sunny days, with few clouds in sight,
drops of rain morph into droplets of pain.
I'm not exactly sure why it should be:
that, rainy days and Mondays, sadden me.
It matters much who is in control:
In a venture he is the petrol;
To others hands what is relevant
And fishes out those who gallivant;
Workers warn to be not sycophant
For treats the size of an Elephant...
It matters a lot who does control:
Early his catarrh checks with menthol,
So that it staggers not his petrol
Or him reduce to thing to console...
Someone in control like Football Coach
On one's shoulders burdens of approach:
The fellow to new grave topic broach
And bad workers pair up with cockroach.
On a pedestal who's in control,
One's eyes closed to sharing of dettol
Over the squabbles merely quibble
Or a barraging voice make feeble.
The sign read, "Just a nickel
for every party pickle
to buy some pumpernickel."
The wait in line did trickle.
For tasty party nibble-
place bread upon the griddle.
For sure, they did not quibble-
was their fun time to giggle!
"Come one and all, don't twiddle
let's eat, dance by the fiddle
played to a funny riddle-
and swing to pickle-wriggle!"
Now, that was worth a nickel
for every party pickle!
Food choice was firm, not fickle-
enjoyed the pumpernickel!
August 21, 2022
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