Here comes a bit of blarney for you
I looked up and saw the boy named Stew
He was known for tall tales and lies.
One of those entertaining Irish guys.
Saw Johnny Cash at the pub just now.
He rode in on a donkey, or maybe a cow.
This was the tamest tale that he told.
Next he said he had found the leprechaun’s gold.
His tales were getting a bit better every year.
This was said by my aunt with the magic mirror.
See you later, said Stew, got to go to the parade.
“In Dublin probably!” yelled out the upstairs maid.
Johnny Cash came out of the tavern then.
He gave Stew a tweak under his chin.
Let’s go get that gold, so we can get to Dublin, okay?
The rest of us were totally blown away.
Categories:
tamest, march,
Form: Rhyme
My Uncle Cladie rescued endangered squirrels
Nurtured his pets with exceptional love
When we visited the “Little Man”
He was happy to play
Chase with us for peanut rewards and quick cuddles
And never bit like some squirrels will do.
“Little Man” often raced across our shoulders, too
He would crawl under an arm for nuzzles
Very agile keeping away
Playing catch-if-you-can
We were always cautious to wear a leather glove
For sometimes the tamest squirrel quarrels.
Unwisely, “Little Man” ate some poison florals
Squirrels cannot eat the deadly foxglove
Not even a tame squirrel can
“Little Man” died that day
We mourned his passing, even his little puddles
And for weeks afterward we all felt blue.
Categories:
tamest, animal, childhood, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Ex lovebirds of
the tamest passion can turn
so predatory.
Passive aggressive
schoolboys who mock whistle at
ex-girlfriends for spite.
Who scatter book bag
contents in mock accidents
for supposed revenge.
As witchcraft conjured
by the nonbelligerent
to silence the bully
I summon some sweet,
musical, lascivious
words as orphic spells
In self-effacing
defense to tame the awful
beast with dirty magic.
Categories:
tamest, 11th grade, boyfriend, girlfriend,
Form: Senryu
Kids nowadays don't know the fine art of staging Halloween tricks,
(Though they are very adept at fleecing me for candy to get their kicks!)
Tricks we did as kids would no doubt today land us in the slammer,
Causing outrage and rancor by folks for our hides with great clamor!
Obviously, we didn't hang around to collect a tasty treat,
But did our dastardly deeds and made a very hasty retreat!
A favorite prank was upsetting outhouses and the havoc that created,
Causing the hapless owners angst and leaving them somewhat agitated!
Another silly trick that raised a stink that we did with great dispatch,
Was to place a bag of manure on the porch and light it with a match.
We'd knock on the door, then run like a bat outta you know where,
Watching the guy stomp out the fire and you shoulda heard him swear!
The tamest thing we did was to soap window panes with a bar of soap,
Leaving naughty witticisms for which the occupants had to cope!
In the autumn of my years I reflect on the Halloweens of my youth,
And wonder why my pals and I acted so buffoonish and uncouth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
tamest, halloween, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
When this world has deprived you
Land beneath your feet,
Some air for you to breathe,
Hope to grant you sleep,
I will be here.
And I will write
Of you,
For you,
To you-
I will write a world
through and through.
No matter how all edges
has pinned my arms
on the tamest grounds,
Still I will write of one true wild.
I will write a world made
For you, especially for you-
To survive.
Categories:
tamest, strength, writing,
Form: Free verse
The fall… of the summer breeze
The will of the tamest rage
Fires burn on the rustling leaves
The mind wars where time can only wage
The song… no one hears
Where silence is the loudest of it all
Who sings… who dears?
Where time can never be like time before
The will… of the bravest heart
Falters upon the touch of grace
No one can never be torn apart
How desires we earnestly set ablaze
The pain… an undying soul
Where it burns for where memories remain
The saddest truth where no one knows
Life can only alter to never again be the same
The calm… where deservings rest
Shall leave the heart lying in content
A solemn cold where shivers bears
Life’s true and death’s real… a forever blend
Categories:
tamest, imagination,
Form: Rhyme