Dimper and Dimmer danced with foolery
as red grumblethwaits giggled gooley.
Dimmer donned three nimmerswats
which sawed with summery bowls.
Dimper bonswarmed fifty shores
while funpoppers bounced with deals.
Dimper dumped Dimmer near coaltowels
drowning with tumbletron wheels.
Dimmer disowned Dimper down
once Dimmer escaped this zebbelsik.
inside, outside, wherever we may go
in our toroidal heart thawed, we find God
although faint traces remain of ego
attachment to outcomes having been sawed
no glue that binds remains in body pod
and with thoughts rested, the light of Self glows
as breath by breath bliss rapture within grows
Once, Dr. Frankenstein eagerly said,
I take a fancy to that young man's head,
An intern, slack-jawed,
I looked as he sawed -
It's lucky that he was already dead.
Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant
The definition that wouldn't kiss
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept
Four cloves to the heart did grow
And removed her shucks from my lies
Brexit
Inspired by the Iron Maiden Song, Tears of a Clown
Drinking, he recalled the Circus Grim,
and the strange world that ruined him.
He had done anything for a laugh.
Once, the magician sawed him in half.
He'd traveled the whole country round.
Now tears fall from the circus clown.
An orphan child, running from disaster,
fell into the service of a cruel ringmaster.
At first, he was never seen on stage,
laboring to clean a hungry lion's cage.
In dreams, he wore a jewelled crown,
and he rose to fame and renown.
The juggler, fire-eater and contortionist,
joked with him and the beauty he loved best.
It was then, a drunken challenge, he made,
and, to his surprise she accepted, unafraid.
She caught his eye as she came down,
a moment frozen for a circus clown.
His secret love, he thought, flew like a dove,
enchanting him, like an angel above.
No matter how he tries, he won't forget,
the trapeze girl who missed the net.
He'll swill whisky until he drowns
in tears, the broken-hearted circus clown.
Women of a certain age
Remember, when in school,
Boys did woodwork, girls
Home economics, as a rule.
The boys made houses for the birds –
They sanded, sawed and nailed
While girls both cooked and sewed,
Which every housewife’s job entailed.
When reminiscing with some friends,
We all could recollect
We had to sew an A-line skirt
For teachers to inspect.
Each one of us had moms like mine,
Who, knowing how to sew,
Helped stitch the skirt on her machine,
So we’d be good to go.
The memory brought laughter
Of our common circumstance,
But I might’ve made a better birdhouse
If I’d had the chance.
An Irishman called of course Mick
Was performing a conjuring trick.
Sawed a lady in half,
For real, just for a laugh.
His assistant is still off sick.
Nicola was naughty,
She wasn’t very nice,
She bit her mother,
And ate her white mice,
But Nicola’s brothers knew,
Exactly what to do,
They took her to the woodshed,
And sawed her in two.
Once there were five trees
five trees and me
Down came two
--now only three
Two more diseased
sawed down
to the ground
The last, lightning-zapped
gone, all her sap...
Now, no more trees
just me and Thee
Distort of sounds strum his bow —sawed heart rhythms,
mischievous fool impels my mind's rapt boredom.
The devil's finger warns and pivots, sedates,
adrift among alleged stolen dreamscapes.
The jester sleeps all day, perplexed I awake.
Posive
Oh you're gonna feel that
Be positive on all things
Hard to be when they
Sawed off your damn legs
Where'll you run to now?
I am not feeling well these days
I wish it was forever between you and me
I wish the glory of your love and mine goes to the sky
It's a pity that we are only close to each other
The road is one-way from my side
Don't tell me the moments, everyone is at war with me
When you said about the logic of love
Time sawed between us and drew its blade on my body
I did not take anything from your garden
Life has no meaning without you
Love me read my attention
Everyone is talking
Swinging watch of a hypnotist
Look into my eyes
You’re falling into a deep deep sleep
Forget who you are
In a red tie
I duck out my work backdoor
Stop
Stare
To a baby robin
Sways upside down back and forth
Suspended before my face
In the breeze of a luscious June afternoon
Chirps madly for rescue by its mother
Leg strung to its nest
By a wiry line meant for fishing
First flight
Plenty of blame to this tragedy
I guess you could even tsk tsk the mother
Who thread her nest with grass, twigs and hair
But also plastic and string
Scrapped to our parking lot below
I cut the fledgling down with scissors
Takes two hands
To hold its ruffled orange and brown body
He cries
His mother screeches from a perch near by
This leg is broke and nearly sawed in two
I snip the wound line from the worn slice of its leg
Creature flops
Its wings won’t extend
What to do
A shadow joins me and says over my shoulder
“Ah, nature.”
And walks away
But I stay
Remain in trance
Quietly weep with the choir
For the Earth we have re-birthed from Saturn and fire.
sawed-off on the
crimson emerald from a cloudy sky
squeal
and, at times, the reason
low-slung why
sparkles of a pearly salver
modicum of encrusted damask mist
befuddles me
albeit
moon, amber, and opalescence
spawn a charming sight
the perspective
strikes each crevice of the flesh.
and psyche advise
shrouded in a cinereous cloud
hapless and helpless, a glum-blue wolf
growls out a bluesy bemoan.
creating a lacuna
of gallivant love touchstone
leaden wails of anguish
rhythmic echoed refrain
plainchants of auric yearning
reminiscent of challah
aiming for eleemosynary seeds
cahoots to germinate and thrive
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 20, 2023
A Strand No 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
She’d a shopping list in her bag
Long since lost in the mess
But she could remember it vaguely…
Dammit .... she’d just have to guess
She grabbed a trolley out of the garden
It squealed and it see-sawed
No wonder because one of the wheels
Went backward instead of forward
She shot in through the doorway
And breathed a deep breath in
Her total focus needed now
To avoid financial ruin
Starting off with a hiss and a roar
She was soon completely absorbed
At looking at expensive delights
None of which she could afford
So she dillied and she dallied
With choices designed to confuse
She was temporarily suckered in
By an offer to good to refuse
Finally finished, she staggered
Trolley piled up high and bulging
To the self-serve checkout queue
She had regrets about indulging
Wearily she scanned her goods
Then let out an almighty groan –
After all that bloody effort
She’d left her visa card at home
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