The Drunk Shy Small Jack-o'–lantern and the Fat Rat
The Drunk Shy Small Jack-o'–lantern woke up
in the toilet bowl
that really needed a clean up.
It smelt like a troll.
She heard a HIIIIIIIISS, and nervously looked up
at a Fat Rat slyly grinning.
She asked, ‘W-w-w-what’s u-u-up?’
The Fat Rat laughed wickedly.
Then he pressed FLUSH.
With great slush
the orange, soft, and
slashed Jack-o'–lantern went down, round and round out of sight.
In a hollow echo she said, 'Oh the fright!'
She uncomfortably spent Halloween night
stuck in the thick horizontal soil pipe Mr Dwight.
There she was stuck with a talkative spider mite!
To follow tradition,
When someone has moved,
If to buying a gift
You feel somewhat behooved,
Instead of some flowers
Or wine, try instead
The old-fashioned welcome
Of salt and of bread.
These both are symbolic
Of things households need,
Ensuring its members
Will thrive and succeed.
An extra for sweetness,
Like cookies or cake,
Will round out the offer
Of mazel* you’ll make.
Whatever you bring to
Your kith or your kin,
It shows love for the home
Where new lives will begin.
*luck (in Yiddish)
I like my life symmetrical, but jazz is antithetical
How do I round out the sound?
She, in her Easter bonnet
Standing beneath the shade,
Alongside gentlemen in top hats
To view an Easter parade
Church bells ring distantly
Showy, white lilies sway,
Waving to sweet daffodils
On this springtime holiday
Baskets with chocolate rabbits
Jelly beans and colored eggs,
Are carried by happy children
Running by on pudgy legs
A whirl of pastel colors
Meant to delight the eye,
Like the first time seeing
A robin or a butterfly
Joyous music fills the air and
Easter dinner is on the way,
Ham and pineapple wait at home
To round out this special day!
The woman ran away with the Sun
to take pen to nature's silhouette;
Round out all the rough edges
file them down to couplets;
Lost letter shavings
that didn't fit;
Chugalug
Muse's
gold.
An axiom I heard once states:
If you always do
What you've always done,
Then you'll always get
What you always got.
To paraphrase and reiterate:
What's worse,
Waking up one morning
And realizing you're not
What you hoped you'd be,
Or realizing you still are
What you always were?
Tack on this wisdom to round out the plot:
You can only do the best you can,
So remember as you start each day,
Tomorrow hasn't happened yet,
And yesterday is best forgot.
The neighborhood buffet boasted
fried chicken and biscuits, toasted,
creamy gravy, and smashed taters.
You can serve yourself, no waiters.
Into the long line you will strut
more than ready to fill your glut.
Bypass the green salads and soup;
run quickly, to the fried foods swoop
all you can eat for one price cheap.
Pile your plate high in one big heap.
If one plate full is not enough,
get back in line and your mouth stuff
with fried okra and sweet cornbread,
rice, beans, pasta, and liver spread.
Undo your belt a notch or two
so one more bite you can chew.
Desserts abound, cookies and cakes,
puddings, custards, tarts, and milk shakes.
Round out the meal with soft ice cream.
Maybe two cones won’t burst a seam.
You leave, with a bloated waist thick,
well-sated, and full as a tick.
Had some time to kill while in
A town we don't know well.
Found a place to eat - looked good,
As far as we could tell.
The booths were cozy, seats were filled
And portions (took a peek)
Looked generous and yummy;
The proprietor was Greek.
The salad was delicious
And the grape leaves were the best.
The soft warm bread most surely
Put will power to the test.
The spinach pie and baklava
Did help round out the meal,
A random unexpected find
And also, a great deal!
Dangerous dreams flood
over me in darkness and
the weight of them drowns me
like a tidal wave
sinking me into my mattress
and spiraling me through the
rabbit hole on the other side
to somewhere on sixth street
forcing me into an open bar
where smoke rings create halos
and whiskey is the new smell of Christmas
mixed drinks and shots in dayglow tubes
round out the festive occasion
but I have no reason to celebrate
and I wish I could find anywhere
everywhere to be but here
I can feel the stench of this
clinging to me like sweat and
it would take holy water
to rinse away the sins
you're begging me to commit
you portray joy and laughter
but I know desperation that
comes with the sunrise
clawing like a vampire
to the creases of darkness
to repeat the cycle of finding
an elixir to calm my nerves
so I push, shove, and run my
way to consciousness
vowing not today
one more day
just for today
I stay clean
Will Stop Poetry Writing
Sometimes I will stop poetry writing
Another thing may seem more inviting
After much further review and scrutiny
Read about movie called "Caine Mutiny."
Actually, really Caine had a letter "K"
For new vice president now on display
Coin or chip many places often falls
While other things require a lot of balls.
Several places people have often went
While whole globe they did circumvent
And apparently with eyes will probe
To see where you are on the globe.
Around in circles you may go and go
And like I started saying told you so
Kaine has already had his day in court
Now became a becoming peaceful sort.
Once was a display of dubious doubt
Then Hillary chose Tim to round out
Democrat and party that is Libertarian
Versus Trump known blatant barbarian.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Of course, what you usually throw out
is what you will receive in return. If
Trump keeps throwing it all out he will
receive enough back to drive himself
crazy. What do you think?
Humphrey Bogart was in Caine Mutiny.
http://www.biography.com/people/tim-kaine-338982#profile
In the starlight evading,
On the crease of decision,
The New fallen justice,
Lay dormant and yet...
All potters and priests,
Suckle tragic enigmae,
And wait in the aisle,
For alchemist treats.
In the starlight evading,
From the genuine flesh
These potters and priests
view the science of fear.
Pasting and painting
Faces of nakedness,
These priests and these potters
Undu their veneer.
In the starlight evading,
Working backwards from winning,
Some potters, one priest
Panspermiate change.
Unlocking, deducing
This potter and priest,
Set sights and maimed reason
To round out their virtue
Yet starlight evading
In gracious reduction,
Leaves na'ry a glimpse
Of the joust in the night,
Betwixt and between
Potters and priests
Divinate magic and tally
The sins of today.
Wishing for a girl to round out the family
Oh, the gods knew more than we did
Now we look back and laugh a bit
Darling baby boy with hair of gold
Every day I am thankful that he was ours to
Raise and cherish and laugh with
For he is a funny guy, our lives so enriched
Unconditional love, for he is not perfect
Lest we forget, his middle name is Sue ( not really)
Wizard Dream Feather
Four ancient stone cups filled with potions
Distinctly different spells filled to the top
Consumed by a bearded, ancient, wrinkled man
Downed from left to right in perfect sequential order
Down to the wizard mystic world enchantment spot
Old man breaths in powdered breath of blue
Above a pewter plate of silver gray
Molecules take on the magic of the mystic dish
Commingled atoms swirling
Wood table brightly lighted in the lab/library room
The dream feather comes from within
Hovers above the empty saucer sacred air
From nothing appears a spark of life
Nowhere in nature is it found but floating there
Empty plate displays a bird like invention clear
Plume curved slightly up and tall takes form
Stands two inches high in full rotation slow
Spiral like, soft on the edges brown and light
Scarlet red fills in the feather center
Neon yellows round out the shape
The lesson of the day is full deduction
Where does this rare duck specimen belong?
What is the origin wright or wrong?
This ornithological exercise still to be determined
Measured to conclusions on feathered strength
Wizard dreams puzzle to that end
Marbles Round
From sand to glass through 1500 degrees of heat
Machines move on in furnace burning
Marbles forming down without a care
Orange spheres appear and fear no evil
Move along a cooling belt to calm
Marbles get a little crazy in the shade when still
Prefer crystal clinking sounds against each other
Out in the clearer air
Where bounced on ground they reach
Thrown in the sky in light of day
Dazzle through sun light and sparkle
Nothing in the world gives one more pleasure
Than to play on solid corners sharp
Concrete noises with glass are equal in the end
Marbles round out the day that way as best they can
Rounding Out Reality
Rounding out reality
Dreams fall down on columned nights
Walls fade in golden mist
Swirl into the clarity of day
A kiss is tangible in the distance
Flavored vapors and water come
From the last midnight rain engagement
Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment
Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing
Corridors of trees lead on the wind
Solid as concrete love, white, with water droplets
Paths circle on themselves to find a clearing in the forest
There is nothing more fragile than my love
Holding on to her is like holding onto time
Sleep rounds out the walls of reality
A golden light on forest green
One soft spot of ground to lay a blanket down
And with my love round out reality
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