No secret poets are fond
of stars and dreaming --
of gazing and seeming:
using one's mind as a
portal, focusing crystal -- using
the heart, to capture as
a vessel, all that is clean
and unclean -- no flat safe
of a writer is he... daring
pens
wallows in dear slobbers
like bacterized faces of dog
lovers, equally affectionate scratches
he wincingly endures
as his feline shreds
making more opaque the steely
curtains purring deeper into veiled
folds of day and night --
unlike those
who keep the world
firm on proper axis turning,
the poet off tilts
transposes
confounds convention with broader
gyrating mystery, elevates to
novel royalty
that which would
otherwise remain
mere serviceable
far too primary
for his quaking soul
basic impressions of
dark and light --
Find fine excuses for your lateness;
That way you will protect your Greatness:
A Street fight that just ended a life,
A man The beating out of wife,
A purge that vowed to keep you at home,
A drug you took, everything A Dome …
A soiling of your wear by a car,
Your offer to trace some kid afar;
A patient guide to A Drunk who slobbers,
A surfacing of Long-Starving robbers …
They are all Excuses for Lateness
From A-Z, Lies of Finesse.
Michael McGregor Nursery Rhyme
Michael McGregor refused to bathe
His mother says: “You’ll be sorry!
A monster you’ll be when you awake!”
Michael thinks “Fun!” – a monster party!
Michael awakens all hairy and gross
Roars when he talks, slobbers and drools
Green teeth, foul breath, long toenail toes
No friend sits by him when he goes to school.
Michael plods home, tears in his eyes,
Looks in the mirror –horrific monster he spies
Jumps in the tub – leaves hairy mess
Sees Michael next morning – monster now put to rest!
3-12-21
Contest: Nursery Rhyme 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Based on poet's story for children - Michael Becomes a Monster.
No one knows
what to do
If I breathe in
my poodle's poo
Can I shake paws
with my cat
If I rub her tummy
Is there a caveat
And God protect me
from the friendly St. Bernard
Who slobbers all over me
I need a bodyguard
In fraught times like this
Where to turn for advice
Seems the truth really is
We're just rolling the dice
Dog
Puppy
Slurping Now
Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
Spitting it back up.
He runs so Fast
And slobbers.
Puppy
Now
My dog thinks I am an idiot,
I haven’t figured him out yet,
I can never seem to see,
When he needs to go out and pee,
He always sharts on the living room floor,
Because I’m never there to open the door,
I don’t think it is right,
To sniff other dogs and start a fight,
He’s mad at me cause I snipped his balls,
That’s why he chews the holes in my walls,
He just looks at me and cocks his head,
When I chew him out for rolling in something dead.
My dog thinks it’s ok,
To jump on the counter every single day,
I yell at him and he hangs his head,
Every time he slobbers and drools all over my bed,
He thinks he can do,
Whatever he wants too,
He forgets who is running the show,
I’m the human in charge doesn’t he know?
I’ll forget my mad when he does something cute,
And I let him get away with it to boot,
I am not an idiot,
He just hasn’t figured me out yet.
How do I love thee, but maybe the censors are listening
Waiting to pounce, muzzle me, that's when I start bristling
My love is like a volcano
Waiting to erupt in a halo
Of kisses and slobbers and naughtiness wiggling
For the dove and the good of all her love;
Life blood from pen-points paint out an halo.
Thy hallowedness, thy silvery rivers flow
into my flower box. My barn's sprouts live.
Winsome birds bed my head, nestle vainly,
for your soaring blisses make null kisses.
Blue baby I am, my heart throb lisses,
your blue blood on my blue book rhymes gaily.
Her smiler rosy and nesh jingles bells
and the lilies of Lilith are livid.
The blossoms bloom, and my soul kiss avid;
She slobbers winey honey in my dwells.
Her swells dispel spells, and I spell out laud;
words ward off unyoung, life to her young blood.
The cross-eyed goat
Looks like such a disgrace,
He spits and slobbers
His tongue hangs out of his face.
He trips and falls
On the kitchen floor,
Time to kick his butt
Out my front door.
He hits the door casing
On his way out,
I laughed so hard
Upon his face, he wore a pout.
On the ground
Where he landed on his face,
He lost all his
Style and grace.
I think the fall
Straightened out his eyes,
Around his head
Blue birds do fly.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
June.6/2005
~PANIC from the DOGS POV~
They left me yeah..woof ME! woof!
Love that car! grrrrrrrrrr
Blankie where’d my blankie go??
Mommie!!!!! (howl)
Daddie !! (Howl) (Whimper)(Simper)*
Who’s that Lady, I smell her…
NOPE not MY Mommie!
(The discarded pup chases its tail)
(howl) (growl)*
Gonna HIDE! yeah..yup HIDE!
NOPE~ ~ `dope*
Gonna EAT! (bark) (bark)
FOOD! hey Lady FO O D>>>>>>>
I GOT Kisses
(a giant pink tongue slobbers
with drool toward the puppy sitter!)
OH NO!!!! I smell CAT (grrrrrrrr)
(howl) (bark)
FOOD? cat? Kisses for food
(What’s a dog to do?)
Kisses and food YEAH!
(Can’t get out to get CAT!)
Gimme gimme HERE pretty sitter kisses for YOU!
Awwwwwww, you so nicey sitter!
I luv YOU!
( giant, pink, bubble- gum,
tongue licks on sitters facie!)
(Sniff)(lean)(cuddle)
I think I luv YOU TOO!
What? CAR????
Mommie!!!!! HOWL, prowl*
(scratch door)
One more kissie sitter lady!
Mommie’s HOME!
*indicates internal rhyme
I don't want to go to heaven
I don't want to go to hell
I don't even want to go to town
to see my sister Nell.
She has a humped back husband
who hates me to the max,
he has the croup,
and fills my soup
with extract of exlax.
They have an old dalmatian,
who slobbers in my shoes,
an alley cat,they call Big Pat,
who lives on rats and booze.
They have a rabid hamster,
who crawls into my bed,
he chews my nails,
and never fails,
to piddle on my head.
But yet I do gain something,
from going there each time,
I learn to be,the fool that's me,
and love the life that's mine.
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