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Holiday fun

              Spry Little Elf

A lonesome but spry little elf
Was sad she was still on the shelf.
So she clambered  on down.
Headed fast into town
A boyfriend she’d  find for herself

The first pub she found had a party
Full of guys both handsome and hearty
She wasn’t a floozy
But she could be choosy
And wanted a guy rather smartly.

She danced with an elf name of Fred.   
Who’s good looks went straight to her head
Invited him back
And way down the track
There’s three on the shelf, enough said.

Song of Night

Can you hear the music of the night
Softly it plays its melody,
Whistling a tune so soft and sweet
It is a cure from your remedy.
 Frogs and toads lend their throat
To the wind that rushes through the trees,
Softly playing its majors and sharps
Upon leaves, branches and the seas.
Somewhere in the distant wild
A bird chirps in, its harmony
Then foxes paws smartly add
A clawing to the muffled colony.
Song of night with words profound
Unheard by any human ear,
If in harmony with nature are you,
You’ll hear the verses sweetly cheer.

The Roaming Eye

In NYC where cardboard boxes and bums come from
In the comfort of his brown paper home
The smelly old man sleeps on a concrete ground of cold
Snores alone like a train in heat
Unaware of his left eye detaching to leave
A vacancy sign behind the socket is left, not worth reading

An eye rolling down the highway is strange          
Pretending to be a traffic signal is suspicious
Blinking green then yellow is clearly disgusting 
Disguised in red makes it downright criminal
Obscene and not very nice indeed 

Children want to play marbles
The eye is wiser than you think
Seeing everything through a glass darkly
As it rolls away smartly unseen

I had missed her

Marta’s kitchen was exactly the same as I remembered.
I had not been here in at least thirty two years.
It was clean, tidy, and smartly organized as always.
a workable kitchen, with a happy sink, she said.
I had missed her, and her fresh vegetables.
But now you are here, she said with a wink.

Gemini Garden,Silent One

“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” 
- Silent One

In darkness, I dreamt in color,
with eyelids fluttering like butterflies.
I’d thought I’d see sunlight,
before I fell into a trance, but hope
tickled the air and the sandman was there,
not to torture but to divine adventure.

“Purple petals and ebony buds,” like pollen
sticks to the fluttering wings of butterflies.
In cruising altitude, felicity is decked out.
The garden site’s lit up with fairy lights.

Trellis rose blooms, suave in velvet,
like a smartly dressed groom in a new tuxedo.
I float, in my restful state, as a bright butterfly,
better than ever, testing my titillated wings.

In darkness, I dreamt in color.
In sunlight, I awaken to the tease
of a truant dream, a rose plucked
and tenderly tickles my cheek and neck;
silent is the touch of a purple leafwing.

Pythagorean Theorem Proof

Pull up a chair, and don’t make a move!
We’ve got something we really must prove,
‘Bout sides of a right triangle, num’bring three.
You’ve somewhere to be?   I won’t hear your plea!

A plus B, squared, as in the picture I drew         (A+B)^2= C^2 + 4AB/2                      
Equals C squared plus 4 times AB over two.              
Next, smartly observe that four, two divides,      (A+B)^2= C^2 + 2AB                     
And promptly subtract 2AB from both sides.       (A+B)^2–2AB= C^2+2AB-2AB                       

Expand A plus B, squared; and then simplify.      A^2+B^2 +2AB–2AB= C^2                       
You’ve just used your math to well justify           A^2 + B^2 = C^2           
And prove what Pythagoras wisely declared -
A squared plus B squared is exactly C squared.

The Animal Orphanage

Its the sight waft of rotting flesh
That first hits you
While the smartly dressed
Smiling warden ushers you in,
Through narrow turnstiles

There are rows of enclosures
A maze of them, a maze of the wild
Its like a snapshot of danger
A dangerous predator-laden savanna
Danger enclosed

Lions...
You will hear their shouting matches
Royal majestic roars
Like cage competitions
Even the females join in
While one stares you down
Sizing you up
Like a piece of flesh
(Well come to think of it...)
Some males lie down
Nonchalant

Amidst the noise
The leopard paces in its enclosure
Waiting for its daily ration
While the young buffalo
Grazes nervously,
Its enclosure next to the lions

They have emergency exits
Just in case...
You will spot a Serval cat
A croc, bored
And nervous rare Sokoke cats
Terribly out of place...

You Can Sure Tell it is Halloween

It’s a hippo!
It’s a flying boy!
It’s a teen!
Someone hollers with joy.

It’s smartly dressed.
It is so well groomed!
It is flying high.
Without a plane or broom.

You can sure tell it is Halloween
Yelled the Jack-o-lantern and pumpkin queen.

A Fat Girl Stops Dancing

interesting
the girl has red hair
she is around 200 pounds
she dances well

people throw coins
into a violin case
no violin

there are pidgins on the pavement
they are also dancing
between the hurrying legs

The girl is an angel
I know these things
gut response things

reflected everywhere
glass me
moves in dozens of directions
the red head
follows my window forms
Interesting

skimming under thin ice
from underneath
i have no head
but the hat is very smartly placed

dancing particles are named
only when they join
even when the street has no name

the cold weather has dead-fisheyes

sex talk overhears itself
interesting
naked slippers walk quietly into the light
a red face melts on its own hot breath

fat girl stops dancing
winks at my thin lips
the thin coat and thinly disguised admiration
only my ankles are swollen
interesting

A New Refrigerator

Her new fridge 
set as a giant gleaming jewel between
clean countertop & faithful kitchen cupboards

Icemaker
amiable crispers bins & shelves 
cavernous freezer with sensible sliding drawer

She’d paid cash 
using her hard earned own money
smartly side-stepping debt & obligation

The old fridge
battered exterior puny packed interior
bleeding cold & ice cube trays always plundered 

It was his
revered bachelorhood relic 
when it failed she feared she’d lost everything

She kissed
her kitchen’s cherished crown jewel
its powerful compressor cooling her mind 

(published in “London Grip”, 2022)

Whose Dog Is It Anyway

And so it is
And so it was
And so shall always be

This group of smartly sounding words
Leaves little hope for you or me

Can what will be, be
If what was, wasn’t
Because what is, isn’t

If the truth becomes the lie
And the lie follows suit
Would that make seeking either
A trivial pursuit

These questions seek no answer
They sit idle in a fog
Amused by the lunacy
The tail chasing the dog

Musings On Faith

He spoke of faith.  I told him I had none.  He laughed.  I scowled, muttering an obscenity.  He continued.  Telling me that we all had faith, that I had faith.  He asked me if I had a brain.  I told him I did.  He asked if I had ever seen it.  I said I hadn’t.  He chuckled.  I scowled loudly.  “So you believe you have a brain though you have never seen it.”  ”Do you use it?”  He asked.  I smartly replied: “every day”.  “And you trust this brain to be there when you need it?” he asked.  “Of course I do” I shouted, “I’m not stupid.”

Then it happened.  He sprung his trap, asking: ”So you believe in the presence of something you cannot see, trust that when you need help it will be there, rely on it to assist you in making decisions.”  Some would call that “faith”.

“When you wait at the bus stop for the bus do you believe that the bus will come?”  He asked.
“Of Course”, I replied, “I’d be a fool to wait if I didn’t think the bus would come.”  

I had no faith
Save the faith I didn’t have
In having faith

When Critics Throw Bricks

When people love to criticize
Please do not stay there long
Quit that spot by being wise
Or else you may prove wrong

When your efforts are not lauded
Instead when they are attacked
Then, only agonies get added
Happiness can never be tracked

When only criticisms badly flow
And terrific opposition is there
To smartly exit, you must know
Or else you will suffer, dear sir

When too many rules are quoted
With really no good intention at all
Your original talent gets cremated
Then in a deadly trap, you just fall

Never give serious attention to that
Where your genius is easily buried
In case you love to develop regret
Listen to the discouraging deed.

Think and Act By Gathering Fact

No use in foolish shouting
Or getting anger over matters
Think deeply before acting
Preventing bad situations

If you act not very smartly
You create an easy occasion
To land into great troubles
No use in later lamenting

When you give room to all
To exploit you to the core
Then only you are to blame
As you have given a chance

Stop getting easily cheated
Decide after deepest musing
Balance all the pros and cons
Then wisely make a judgment

Your peace, only you control
Surrender it not to others
Sheer logic if you deploy
You can end all head-aches.

Basketball

A good player in six feet tall
So expert to catch and dribble
Before shooting smartly that ball
A good player in six feet tall
For long range throws he’ll get them all
Earning points- triple and double
A good player in six feet tall
Has no fouls- he’s incredible!  



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