Short Puckering Poems

Grape and blueberry jam
Smearing across the boy's
brown freckled strawberry face
puckering his lips together
giving his mother
a great big juicy
delicious
Happy Mother's Day kiss
then, lost for words,
happiness gathering
in his eyes
wiping off
his mouth
on his mother's
best red blouse...

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There was an old lady from Spain
Who found eating pasta a strain.
However she tried,
Her false teeth would slide
And land in her glass of champagne.

Her husband said 'darling don't fret,
Just chuck out the bothersome set!'
So now she sucks chips 
Through puckering lips
Abandoning all etiquette!


20.04.20

Limerick Poetry Contest - sponsored by Janice Canerdy...

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He hath become religious of late
prostrated before the virgin Mary
Cornflower blues blown to wild violets
and thin lines puckering in concentration

Prayers spilling in loud sputters from his mouth
She hath listened a time or two
to testimonies led by callused hands
Run lukewarm holy water upon him

Coaxing gentle promises from cold maidens
candlelight vigils by the goose feather altar
Ordered 10 Hail Marys, and 5 Our fathers
and she bled for both of their sins...

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I always liked the rain
It’s avant-garde disdain
Encased in every raindrop
Its tauntingly cold chill
Trickling off a drippy nose
Its million centipede dance steps
Puckering the dust, stirring the mud
The child like joy of running through puddles
Popsicle stick armadas attacked by giants
Mud pies with maple twig candles

I still enjoy the rain
Walk more slowly
Savoring its scent
The icy edge of its smile
Its tear like essence
Reminding me
That I now walk alone...

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