the avenue's trees
What is with this month of May
the day is as cold as November
the leaves on the trees are full
and green, yet among the mass
of chlorophyll, I see many yellow
and Auburn leaves.
It is as if the trees think of autumn
has arrived and is prepared
for winter hiatus.
If I tell the plants it is because of
melting ice in the Arctic, they
will look skeptical and say
we follow nature's signal, this
year will be the shortest one
on record, except for the ano
of 1748, when snow fell in June
and it was possible to sled
from Oslo to London in one day
The Meat Locker
The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan
long-horns where mice wore fur to survive
broke down, the carcasses began rotting
thrown into the bay.
The day after, sharks came to the surface
throwing up, turning the water foamy
For anglers, it was a bonus they caught
big marlins and red snappers
Oh, I shall tell tall tales today,
Full, great, big bushy lies.
A hairy tale, a scary tale,
All covered in disguise.
Just lying there, soon to ensnare,
A snake to give one fright,
But when my grandchild grabs at it,
It moves, to her delight!
Something’s amiss, this shaggy tale,
You’re starting to surmise.
If I misspelled a tale today,
Would you be none-the-wise?
Tall Tales
By: Miracle Man
11/2/2021
Sometimes in life strange consequences befall,
and in our data bases they remain for recall.
Things filed as truth we can never change,
but many, take liberty, and facts rearrange.
Some who wouldn’t dare, tell an out and out lie,
will embellish the facts just enough to get by.
Sometimes from life, a story warrants retelling,
but each time its told the facts continue swelling.
Any story oft repeated from the truth will stray,
clock changes black & white until truth becomes gray.
If we massage the facts when we’re telling a story,
it becomes a tall tale and then who gets the glory?
*this was inspired by 'tall tales' that were collected and written by Zora Neale Hurston...this is meant to be humorous*
I knew a woman
who loved a man
so much she
couldn't hardly
take his touch
she would faint,
wake up, and such
Tall Tales
time will tell so said
what will it tell old woman
probably a lie
When I woke, Mom, I saw a parade
right before me! I wish it had stayed.
There were drummers and clowns,
lots of colors and sounds,
but in minutes, it started to fade!
Oh my! I just saw a big bear.
He was out in the woods, I swear.
He was so big and black.
Mom, I’m not going back
not EVEN on a double dare!
A toucan was just on the phone wire.
I saw it take off, flying higher
than our parakeet!
Mom, isn’t that neat?
So why does Dad call me a liar?
Written May 8, 2016
For the Tall Tales In Short Form Poetry Contest of Casarah Nance
My dad can jump buildings in one go
well he caught the elevator to the top
My dad can generate electric
Well he put 50p in the meter slot
My dad can fly up in the sky
Well the day he caught his holiday flight
My dad's fights wild animals bare handed
Well he put next doors rabbit back in its hutch
My dad can play premier league football
Well he talks about it alot
My mum's just the best mum in the world
Just ask dad !
comp entry 05052016
”…you don’t do that do you?...”
why yes indeed i do sir,
tell the tallest of tales, I assure,
it’s a measure of the truth.
the smallest treasure, know?
just to see how you ‘roll’…
anyone can use
just words
and anyone
can use just cause
but not the many
do to be, and do,
Just because.
”... who you judging?...”
With muse in hand I must come up with great stories
That it keeps it's seeker longing for more of it's caption
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Also Entry For
Brian Strand's
Poulter's Measure
GL All
FROM THE BIRTH
OR SHALL I SAY THE MOTHER EARTH
WE HAVE BEEN HOG TIED
SUBMITTED TO GENOCIDE
PROMISES MADE
TRUST BEING BROKEN
EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND
GOTTA GET THE NOOSE OF MY NECK
I SAY IM CHOKIN
CASTRATED
BUT WE MADE IT
OUR WOMEN RAPE AND ABUSED
MY FAMILY IS BEING TORN
LIVIN IN FEAR
WITH DEATH BEHIND DOORS
BUT ALWAYS NEAR
THESE ARE TALL TALES TELL A MAN
CRIES RING OUT
AS MY FATHER SHOUT
PA! I YELL
AS HE FELL
FIRE ON WALLS
SECRET HIDE-A-WAYS
THROUGH LONG DIRT HALLS
TALL TALES TELL A MAN
TWO THOUSAND TWELVE
TELL FATE.
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