to rain on someone's
parade ~ is spoil ruin someone's
fun joy happiness
saving for rainy
days ~ are when good turned bad and
you're ready for it
raincheck ~ simplify's
life scheduled prupose arranged
sequentially yours
charge it to the dust
and let the rain settle it
~ just pay or get out
come in out of the
rain ~ it's a losing battle
wake up to the facts
it’s raining pitchforks
British to rain stair rods ~ is
to rain heavily
Come outside, there's what to see
Flower gardens, birds in trees
Blue skies above, sunshine fun
So much to do ere day is done
Uh-uh: Things didn't break my way today
My circumstances, bleak and gray
I'll take a raincheck, you understand
Idly sift Time's grains of sand ...
Two old friends, two realities
Only one, can Life please
As seen from our front window.
The Hawk ON THE BOUGH
binoculars gawk
there’s a storm looming
the hawk returns to h i s bough
he’d flown out for lunch
he’s pecking off fur
and indulging in squirrel
he needs no raincheck
in f o w l weather he wings it
Kim Rodrigues © 8/8/2022
-The King's Dead-
Suddenly, I see. Chicken pox, is full of bandwagons.
Not the biggest reach for a climb to mount Everest.
It’s a bold statement with eternal boundaries.
Headshot, then I freaked it.
Mess my life up fam.
Don’t appreciate the sound of silence when the wind pipes down.
Working on a clustertruck. Throbs meltin.
Throw that pillow down, suffocate mainstream media.
Wreak havoc on Teddy’s carpet.
Shoo Mr. Voices. Raincheck. Payment up front or no clear conscious.
Jokes on you. I don’t know which ones mine.
Slide on in. He’ll be with you shortly.
Intercom’s static, interference from demons on the widescreen.
We want you home. Nadda.
Cross circuit grand prix, slow marathon.
Horses carrying on their long-faced façade.
They can’t avoid their carrot on the stick. Nor can We.
You looked but didn’t three. Line up the BBQ. It’s going to get steamy.
It seems like yesterday
It was Valentine’s Day
We met at a café
My hair in disarray
He guessed I was fair play
Capriciously I said no way
Yet saw a certain cachet
So didn’t race away
When the skies turned blue grey
Raincheck for that sundae
We both took the subway
Agreed to meet Tuesday
Since I don’t play croquet
We saw a matinee
Tried kissing me midway
Thought it was his birthday
One might suspect foul play
But there was no replay
Or attempt at foreplay
Soon met every day
And became fiancé
Not one to go half way
When came our wedding day
Ordered a DuBonnet
Then threw my bouquet
Sped along the freeway
Craving our getaway
Honeymooned in Gaspé
Forgot my negligee
Then off to Santa Fe
Met our sommelier
Glasses of chardonnay
Cheerio as they say
Now baby on the way
Due next Valentine’s Day
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
One night way out by the Old Beach
I started out being a leech.
While watching the Submarine Races
I almost made it to all of her bases
Till she moved back just out of my reach.
She cried ,"Tomorrow you won't respect me!"
I pleaded, "Why do you now reject me?"
Then my next line worked all of its charm:
"You know I would never do you any harm."
And my passionate plea did protect me.
But the time had gone by way too fast
And the rendezvous wasn't to last;
It started to drizzle,
The mood did a fizzle
And the magic spell suddenly passed.
Yet, on the way home she told me
She wanted to kiss and to hold me.
So, what else could I do?
I hugged her, kissed her, too;
Again and again she consoled me!
Left early, your absence was so present.
It was a heavy scene, hard to keep up the happy pretense.
"Give her a triple!" they said, "The house special!"
"I'll have rum and coke" I said, smiling widely.
They toasted me in warm praise...I told them how well things
were going without you, except that the plumbing's tone bad and
last week the wind blew the top off the patio you helped build, and
your dog had run away again.
We chuckled and they all promised to give a helping hand, apologizing
for not keeping in touch...these are busy times you know.
God! The looked handsome in their uniform dress, standing
teary eyed, like before, when they saluted you that final time,
sorrow still sucking everyone in like quicksand.
Wish I'd worn something fancy - black is so cold, another reminder,
I thought.
"Another toast!" someone said and chanted, "Here's to us!
Who's like us?"
"Damned few, and they'er all dead!"
Then the clinking of glasses - laughter - a heavy scene.
"Another round!" someone yelled, "it's Party Time!
The next time, I'll ask for a raincheck!"
Cynthia
Sorry I can't come today,
He's got a social worker calling
I must be there.
Can I raincheck lunch?
His leg gave out on the stairs
And no one else is here.
Another time,
But time is not my own
I have his lunch to prepare.
My career can wait
His needs come before my ambition
And now I am too old.
Doctors appointments missed
Too busy hanging sheets out to dry
My own health left to decline.
A pitiful sum
Replacing a livable wage
Duty of love keeps me there.
My life
Saved the government millions
Yet my voice shall never be heard.
Form: Free Verse
NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!
no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!
my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"
anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!
the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!
my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!
the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!
I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"
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