still bright orange rinds around juice,
mixing with a few very green leaves,
mixing ultimately with fried rice
and chicken; no peas or carrots.
finally in the mouth, hands
letting go of virtual reality,
face cleansed of sweat;
finally eating at two o’clock.
yes…yes, earlier hot chocolate
with teeny tiny marshmallows.
wake up time was ten o’clock.
the cuckoo clock, doesn’t tattle;
stays silent. at my grandma’s house,
the little birdy checked on us,
not only on the hour with
subsequent cuckoos,
but every half hour too.
the boss has a stooge
we give him incorrect facts
betting on his speed
.
she came from mine
hind
cupped hern mitts
cauzing mine
blind
kissed my neck
mine chin
mine
rest
all in
her
Sunday
best
The tattle taler seems so bleak
Until someone knocked out his front teeth
He screamed then swear
Did he even dare
To send his attacker a black wreath
Tattle tale Tessie is on my last nerve.
She tells on everyone with vigor and verve.
Before they do much Tessie is whining away.
Wearing down my good mood by the end of each day.
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah she whimpers and whines.
Stressing me out before I have had my snack or my wines.
This boy did that and thoses other two girls did this.
Grating my nerves, she a down-in-the-mouth miss.
Here she comes up the sidewalk to talk to me.
I am hiding in my house, hoping my car she won’t see.
She presses the buzzer for fifteen minutes, yelling “tee hee”.
I simply cannot abide one more day listening to Tattle Tale Tessie.
Scats scattered in field
tell who or what's been there.
Footprints lined up
like string of daisy chain
stick figures in rogues gallery
outside the window,
tell who's been where, and when.
Outside the grass is indented, sticks snapped
leaves out of place, leaf litter rustled,
Inside the room wreaks of disturbance
tells me someone has entered,
someone has been in there.
Odours lingering and lolling a
bout in still dank room air
tell whose been doing what, in there.
There are no secrets
hidden from telltale tattles,
forensic.
She was just sitting there, not paying attention.
A sitting duck? I guessed.
She glared at me.
Can I please finish the story?
I knew then I was in for a pouty evening.
So I was quiet.
As long as I could be.
A sitting duck? I guessed again.
I had seen the photo on social media.
She has not spoken to me since.
Angry that I know what she has for breakfast
And what color panties she has on….
Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla.
The ugly small fry tattle tale thief
Slid to a quick stop much to my relief.
He was definitely mean
His tattle-taling obscene.
And frankly I gave him nothing but grief.
little minded people with so little in their lives
promulgating rubbish with their cretinous wives
ooo-ing over news of celebs leaving dives
ahhing over gossip from journos with knives
Rattle and Tattle
Battle big battle;
And Trump's cage this will rattle;
On him did tattle.
Guess that is how we heard
about all of the Trump rumors.
Body of a Baboon.
Heard her name was eloquent Eloise,
Who loved swinging through tall trees;
What discovered about her pretty soon,
Face and body resembled a basking baboon;
Asked her to marry him on bended knees.
You ought to see the line of clothes she
started. Trump used a cloths line technique
to try and get you to buy them.
When up a lousy meal you constantly serve,
In return, will receive what you do deserve.
Doesn't Trump have a lot of nerve.
Jim Horn
My wings are in immaculate form
It would assist in keeping me informed
I’d fly from pillar to post
In salons I'll be engrossed
Truth be told, I’ll never be misinformed
Beating in a cadence few can hear
for they listen not closely.
Pounding in perpetuity through creation.
Pumping relentlessly,
slowing with sorrows ache;
racing with the light of sunset
or the nearness of a lovers lips.
Aging brings a stutter,
causing fluttering eyes and fragile skinned hands
to hold onto life or love……
Danger, my pounding presence ignites
cascading fear to lunacy and awe to wonder.
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