You Do the Math
David J Walker
Such is the cost of
Granting another day
Travel another step away
Down A longer path
You do the Math
Scribbled and quibbled
On every empty calendars graph
Adding it up
unable to take away
Any day you have passed
Any past with unresolved wrath
You do the math
Day by
Day
By day
Categories:
quibbled, allegory, math,
Form: Rhyme
Age and a footballer
A lot I hold against Age:
It can the cheapest goals wedge,
The fortyish striker make a tired leg;
Final whistle of a match quick to beg,
The referee not afraid to bluff
For a first half long in rounding off!
A great deal I have against Age:
Many a thirtyish dribbler by the ball dribbled
And later when interviewed simply quibbled…
Big names you wouldn’t believe could lousily fall;
The signal to players to hang an advancing boot
Even as either pair still fits either foot.
A zillion things I know about Age:
How very similar it is to Restraining Cage
And some sort of brother to the slowest plague;
The while footballers are still in the race
Merely basking in God’s grace…
The many times one is featured in a tournament
Age patiently withholding its embarrassment
Categories:
quibbled, age, fear, football,
Form: Rhyme
Nero fiddled, Rome burned
Washington quibbled, Americans learned
to buy a gun to defend their homes
and a great big hose for fires that roam
Categories:
quibbled, america, irony, political,
Form: Epigram
“butter flies and marshes mellow”, that’s what he said to me.
did i look shocked — you bet, but i did him one better.
“mine craft and more bid yeller,” I smirked,
and he said, “wazzthatsposedtomean?”
as if he was drunk, he slurred all his vegetables to gather,
and i told him so — i true Lee did!
“chalk a lot?” he asked, and i quibbled, “black board.”
He threw his fist, dissed joined, “yor a wader.”
“am not!”
“are so!”
“fire flies and pepper mints,” the subject changes.
“side ways and rattled snakes,” i grin.
Our friend ship sails with checkers and back bone.
I say a final dead line, “butter’d milk and fired crackers,”
we hear the good humor’d truck.
we buy iced dreams and coco co la,
as the city strolls by, way too serious.
and we both shout,
“ham or head?
“Shark!”
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Categories:
quibbled, angst, humor, words,
Form: Free verse
Badder Bladder Climbing Ladder
There had been a problem with my bladder,
Higher and higher I would climb tall ladder;
When I quibbled,
Dribbled and dribbled;
Bader and bader did become my bladder.
Jim Horn
Categories:
quibbled, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
THE MAN WHO IGNORED HIS WIFE
How could you do it dear, she cried
You think you’ll keep me satisfied
How could you quit a Wall Street job
To muck about with every slob
A rising star---you blaze a trail
You’d shuck it all to run a jail?
Oh, my sweet darling, then she quibbled
You know I love you…. ear was nibbled….
A cold look flashed—he’d not be played
Now stunned by truth--- she was afraid
She had ployed sex, she had coyed tears--
Anger now surpassed her fears
She screamed at him and slapped him hard
He studied her with new regard
He saw himself a man alone
Threw on his jeans and grabbed his phone.
He viewed his love in raw new light
Slammed tight the door, and said Good Night.
Categories:
quibbled, husband, introspection, life, love,
Form: Couplet
Ideas so many quibbled in my mind
I can't see what's the best, the better or I'm blind?
help me find the solution
my head aches for this question.
Crime novels I love to read
think the way criminal minds did.
Investigate like the CSI works, but
getting away with murder, what's that?
Burried alive under the moonlight
followed by gangster in the middle of the night.
Shouting, crying, panicking
how should I escape, I'm asking.
Hostage by kidnapper, well, if i'm rich
or being hold-up in the streets of witch
all of which could take place
you or I can be killed in such deadly grace.
I found in Kinsey Millhone's mystery
her style of defense in different scenery.
Bravery and courage I learned from Maggie
in the Moonlight Becomes You, she managed to be free.
Victims are many but criminals are out
evidences are weak, they're afraid to speak out.
How to get away from murder
is my question, give me an answer.
Getting away with murder
my concern is just an issue but further
problem may arise, if I die
you, them and many will cry.
(11-Oct-09)
Categories:
quibbled, death, imagination, me,
Form: Rhyme