Sal Poems - Poems about Sal

oh Sal saw sea beyond the seesaw but did her fish suit swimming in a flashy swimsuit Doug, her dog at the pantomime groans a panting moan then Sal, fish and Doug did a selfie on her phone ...

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Sal, the neighborhood guy by Edmund Siejka “Hey Sal how you doing? Holding down the same corner, right?” “Yeah. Why is that bothering you?” “It’s time Sal. Settle down, find a nice girl, get married and move from this neighborhood.” “Why? And be like you. Miserable and always sneaking back to the block?” “I like to visit.” “Yeah, you like to...

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One sunset in mid September I sat alone by the river Watching white birds fly together Amidst rousing stormy weather September 19, 2023...

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Uncle Sal is usually and forever absent or late. He always brings someone interesting as a new date. His latest turquoise haired lady is decorated up to the max. I think she is a hooker, said our cynical Uncle Jax. Hooker or not, she is a looker, said Great Grandma Lee. I like it when Sal brings in someone pretty...

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Sal Tryal is an unusual witch And not the kind that eat kids. She leads a quiet and simple life Wants no bother or any type strife. The deep forest is her piece of heaven In a place called Nottindevon. Maker of spells and misty brews And lives on eating veggie stews. She carves wood with her toenail clippings Then sells her makes...

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Sagely senile pipe-smoking sensuous Sal. She was the matriarch of her coven, quite a gal. But wait, a newcomer said. Isn’t she just an owl? This caused a riot, many educated Wiccans yelled foul! They chased the Newbie off, smacking her with a towel. She was screeching and screaming with half of a jowl. You see in this coven; the matriarch...

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Potted Meat Sal, Glued a Duckpond to Old Val,and in the winter, she collected Pearly Queens, But instead of fish and carrots, she had parrots in her slippers, And two miles of the M40 in her jeans....

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He said he loved her and he always would, Gave her a smile and cocked his head just so. Then he looked in her eyes, just like he should, And told her that he'd never let her go. He said that her skin was so soft and clean And that it was made for just one man's touch. Her hair was...

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He was a goofy kid wearing a velvet sombrero. The only reason I ever hung around him was the laughs, and the contrast between he and I. He didn't listen to music and I was okay with that....

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I once had a friend named Sally Who loved the Fresno Valley. Her desire to travel Soon did unravel A wee one dubbed Callie O'Malley....

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October sunshine late afternoon Time hasn’t fallen back yet Six orange raspberries Sweetly melted on my tongue A second harvest Missed by the catbirds Found by the ants A gallon or two of tiny red and yellow Tomatoes To be halved and drenched In dark Balsamic With perhaps a slice Of hot pepper Yellow Not the fiery red And a sip or two Of Mountain chablis Then maybe some Devonshire Or Chilton With that hard...

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