.
i watched hern nymph
spy my
whilst
'pon oak
mine
floor
she sat
wit
top hat
kneez up
fundament
locked unto the wood
aaaan'd
up her hip's
limbz
draped in linen
went
tap tap
tap
tap'n
'pon mine
Royal model P
her purty feet's
digits
tap tap'd
tap
tap'd
spryly
side mine
think
OK, I never liked you guys
But now we're drinking buddies
To my great surprise
That giant Texas heat lamp
Brought us together
Because the drought you couldn't weather
I set up bird baths, just not for you
You ran 'em off, and squirrels, too
I was afraid of what you might do
The birds were flighty, the squirrels wily
But you guys stuck together spryly
I admired your intelligence highly
I sensed you'd let me refill the water
As the Texas heat lamp grew ever hotter
No need for the fly swatter
Gentlemen you were as I refilled the drink
You landed on me and tickled me pink
Hmmm, Honey Bees, I need to rethink
Now I've spoiled you with cubes of ice
Cooling the drink to make it nice
Providing a small dose of paradise
I swore you off, but friends I now avow
You like me, too, I sense it somehow
Yes, we're drinking buddies forever now
Honey, I got to go water the bees...
Zippily, zippity, I slip down
the slippery dip slide.
Zippity-doo-dah, slippily-dippity-do!
Suddenly and nippily, tipping
backwards to quicken the pace.
Snappily, I whippingly
swish right off the end of the slide.
I launch into space,
Fly high in the air, arms wildly flaying
like a rocket man on steroids, screaming.
I land with an awfully
painful jolt, snap and thump.
Woefully my aplomb undone,
not so spryly or lightly,
right on my backside.
Shh, surrender silent sorrows.
Subconsciously slip into stillness,
sedately surrounded in serenity's song.
Slumber satisfied, slithering softly between
silky soap scented sanitized sheets.
Soak up summaries of summers spent splashing at
seashores, sandles sifting through salt scented sand,
as sapphire skies shine splendidly.
Scores of silver seagulls soar stunningly
above saltwater seaweed scenery.
Suddenly snorkeling with seahorses,
you somehow become the studied subject.
Swimming in submarine schools, scarcely secluded,
you become someone's significant someone.
Spryly spinning synchronously side by side
someone special, sprinkled in sentimentality,
speaking shrouded sounds,
you shift seamlessly into sound sleep.
"Speak some sense slower," some seahorse shrieks.
Sensibly speak shrouded sounds slower, softer,
so she can sleep sometime soon.
2/9/2020
The lions are not called upon to dance,
High-stepping dragons have been shooed away,
On burly drums mallets don’t spryly prance,
Golden gongs coyly blush in hushed array.
Its charm the moon needs no frills to enhance,
No lantern can mimic its full display,
The city it gilds with a placid light,
The eye it woos from its Mid-Autumn height.
I am Monday on a Friday,
Who knew the stars aligned to sing us through the pangs of life and eternity?
A thing called life in a language in a dialect that is as probable and functional as the click of the tongue of the Kung Bushmen.
Who knew time could exist as un-linear as Einstein spryly suggested
There exist no up, no down
Space has no direction but we have a faith in chronicity.
You look like happiness over there at this juncture of time and space where we intersect.
I have weeks in me, days in me that plod along like Sisyphean years that blur into one another
Gifted years that paradoxically seemed to have whipped past me as does a freeze-frame stop motion film
You can see it now from a passenger train window whirring by a picket-fence
With such velocity with such proximity as to lend to the illusion of Time’s shudder.
A picket fence with boards punched out like the stars puncture the deep black “night” sky that give faux symbolism in the likes of what we call hope.
"THE ROSE" (c) 2014 All Rights Reserved:
WHAT A SITE TO SEE WE SAY, BUT DO WE REALLY KNOW
WHAT A ROSE GOES THROUGH , TO SPRING THAT CERTAIN GLOW.
IN THE WINTER SHE HIDES AWAY, SO PATIENTLY SHE SLEEPS,
A WISHING WELL OF STRENGTH AND LOVE, BUT QUIETLY SHE WEEPS.
AWAITING OLD MAN WINTER MELT, SO SHE MAY GALLANTLY REAPPEAR,
THIS LOVELY PRINCESS HIDES AWAY, HER BLOSSOMS BEGIN TO STARE,
AT THE SETTING SUN'S LAST CALL, OH,THE GLORY THAT SHE BRINGS,
STOPPING NATURE IN IT'S TRACKS, AS THE BLUEBIRD SPRYLY SINGS,
A SONG TO ME ABOUT YOUR GAZE, THAT SETS MY HEART ON FIRE,
TO ABSORB AGAIN YOUR SWEET AROMA, IS MY GREAT DESIRE.
2014 (c) tomkatmandoo (All rights reserved)
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