Taking part in tomorrow
Over and again?
Asked of more for who?
To avoid where i don’t know
His time in a lights, blasts
My times haven’t run, home
Learning how i leave, beneath
Beneath my custom
Devoured in still shots
At becoming the he , she would expect of me, another shim
Today and them, never my ways
How i plan to let your rows of fatale petals
Chain me in you hearts
Running out of airs to whips
Ungrippable blasts from my days
Behind your perscriptions
ancient and near
You see him in photos of black and white,
standing atop logs drawn by big horses,
he wears a thick wool to stay winter’s bite,
almost as this as the draft team’s courses.
Then he’s in a shack built in the forest,
a table with food made by the cookie,
no time for talking, and no time for rest,
has to shovel down the countless calories.
He’ll burn them nothing big trunks with his ace,
he and another worker the cross-cut saw,
the days brings a strain to shoulder and back,
but it keep shim warm in weather so raw.
Romanticized photos, this I’ll allow,
but more rewarding than what we do now…
“Just a little garden party,” the elf maker said.
I knew better, I had seen the vision in my head.
They hold this every year, inviting everyone to join.
I would love to go, I think I will shine up my gold coin.
I always bring it out, because it makes the bunnies shout.
They love to dance around its tiny perimeter.
Something they do as they shake and shim-iter.
Just a garden party the elf maker said. I began plotting in my head.
Elmer loved the drip drip drip sound of April rain
Under comfort of a leaf umbrella, he heard the refrain
It reminded him of his childhood, he felt loved again.
His mother would have been extremely proud of him.
He looked in the pond and saw his old Uncle Jim.
Shimmy shim shim, he sang. “Shimmy shim shim!”
Curse Which Was Worse and Worse
Great seeing message without words that curse,
Which seem to grow becoming worse and worse;
They did screech,
Trump impeach
Needle had been stuck in his finger by a nurse.
Jim Horn
Now who did you think this poem was written for.
Shim Shim Chiri.
Galactic Soup
The strings flailed
Gathered in the mist
A universe unveiled
To what had slipped
Into the darkness
An unknown abyss
Sucked like a black hole
Where timelines were missed
Endless time warped
Like a void
Into the everything
Man had never known
Plights on the skyline
Staring in the face of time
Like a machine
Stuck on rewind
From the days of once was
Where it ever was
As it keeps coming back
till
We hit the final miss
Standing on the edge
Like a shim
In parallel
Standing in the darkness
Waiting
For the sun
To rise again
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
With his cup full to the brim
he sat there looking grim
He had come here on a whim
his intention to have a swim.
Yet now he had lost his vim
perhaps he left it at the gym.
About his figure he liked it trim
and his hair he kept very prim.
His knees he would skim
as trees he tried to shim.
As daylight started to dim
he went home via the rim.
A pristine, hidden stone
Lying in a crevice all it's own
No coroding wind, human hand to bemoan
Virgin beauty to a pilfering world unshown
Steely mason's hand o'er rocky divide did skim
Extracting rocks at a sculptor's whim
Purloined quarry removed with shearing shade, shoring shim
Forthwith, bartered nature; bridled pilgrim
In artisan's shop fodder to shape to trim
It's ruddy face chiseled, cut around each rim
Rough surface sanded yielding a polished diadem
Once jaded stone translated into comely artifact so prim
Baila, Lilah; move your thing.
Ragtime; Turkey Trot!
Magic step into the Swing.
Show us ALL you’ve got.
Boogie Woogie; Lindy Hop;
Shim Sham Shimmy it.
Snazzy-jazzy, quick-quick, stop?
Jitterbugs don’t quit!!
Hanky Panky; do the Stroll;
Hand Jive; Twist and Shout.
Mash Potato; Rock and Roll.
Shake it all about!
Go ahead and be a nerd.
Hustle like you do!
Do the Jerk and do the Bird.
And the Hitchhike too.
70’s were kind of fun.
Lift those Disco feet.
You are a phenomenon
Keeping to that beat.
Walk like an Egyptian now.
Macarena’s cool;
Moon Walk too if you know how.
You’re a dancing fool!
Now add Salsa, and Cha Cha;
Mambo in that way
Like you do for Mardi Gras.
Shimmy as you sway.
You’re a Caribbean queen.
Do Calypso, Girl!
Pretty little dance machine,
Whirl and whirl and whirl.
Make the ending really big.
Time to AMPLIFY.
This is not the Irish Jig.
Break it down; be fly.
Power move; do things untried.
Pop it, Fancy Pants,
Krump it; Lock it; Suicide!
Baila, Lilah. Dance!
If I am a stonewall, YOU are the shim that makes me Whole
YOU are the root the glorious Bloom, I, the thorned stem of a Rose
If I am the rising Sun, YOU are the Golden warmth around me
YOU are the illumination of Moonlight, I, just the twinkle of a star
If I am the waves of the ocean, YOU are the Loving Life with in
YOU are the Everlasting Love of my Heart, I, Forever Your Liege
TO BARBARA
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