my girlfriend is miffed with her neighbors
Their tree limb is one eighty of an inch over her fence
I know her; she will spend the evening chopping up their tree
She is totally persnickety about her yard
not happy with them anyway
one of them asked her if her front yard was her yard or their yard
you mean the yard between your house and the street? I asked
I could not believe it when she nodded her head
No wheat,
No dairy, sweet,
Trim, neat!
TRIM ERIC
Two longhaired lads went to the barber
The one with one ear showing was Eric
Yet some resentment he might harbour
If his haircut style was thought esoteric
The one with one ear showing was Eric
Just a trim he said, and not too short
A few snips here and there he thought
Yet some resentment he might harbour
If the haircut were to make it even
So he said I’ll wait, first do Steven
But Steve then pointed back to Eric
Do his, as classic short back and sides
Ensuring a central parting divides
Trim the bushes
So that
It's not too high
Like hiding yourself inside a jail
Trim the bushes
So that
It's not too high
For love and help to rush in
In times of critical hours
Trim the bushes
So that
You can see
The bustle and rustle of your lovely neighbourhood
I’m code-switching
On a stim
Teeth, lips
Rubbing at the brim
Austistic
Artistic
Linguistic
I’m standing on a whim
Rope in the wind
Punished
By misunderstandings
Or landings
Failed
While leveling the trim
7/9/2021
They write me off when I'm down
say it's my place to underachieve
some say it to the point it's what I believe
putting belief in me makes a rumbling sound
fires deep down in me fire up breeding heat
self doubt annoys me up out of my seat
as the fury spreads new motive's found
when my thoughts obsess over the grief
and suddenly tricks pour from out my sleeve
surging tech tonic energy gains ambitious growls
shifting my focus positive with the air I breathe
and down from the bottom the tension relieves
thus propelling a catapult force up at the clouds
and I morph from my written off rock bottom seed
into a Superman circumnavigating the seas
killing the silent shy recluse now shouting loud
I may fall down, but I'm never out
and that means never, I love the doubt,
it's the start of the best I house,
I love silencing doubting mouths
Krishna trims the hedges
an artist in heart, he shapes them
creates three tiers, the bottom one big
the center small, the top one medium.
Fortunate to have him as my gardener.
I watch Krishna from the patio
He cuts humming a hit song
of yester years
ammavum neeye , appavum neeye
The same way the playback singer sings,
The hedges turn lovely, each one
depicting a pattern, The song flows
without any interruption. Krishna, is tired,
Rests for a while.
Wiping off the sweat, he looks
at his work. Says Sabash,
rises up to finish the remaining.
I gaze at him with wonder.
Krishna is almost the same age
as I am. I complain of my worn
out knees, and walk the barest minimum
while he stands for hours in the sun.
Hard ways have made him strong,
The comforts I enjoy have let me down.
Who is better off ? I ask myself.
It goes without saying.
E-very
D-ay
W-orld
I-s
N-aturally
S-pinning
H-aving
O-nly
R-ound
T-rim
Topic: Birthday of Edwin
Short (May 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
People called "Nicholas" that actually use the whole word as their name,
I bet they're not worth knowing. Issues clearly.
People that shorten it to "Nick",
overlook the fact,
it's literally a nasty sound, ick ick.
That's why I'm Trim, always Trim, or Trimmer,
Trim Trimmer,
chicken dipper rimmer.
Nameisms on Facebook make me a victim,
a pain inflicting victim Nick Trim.
So I say, stop the descrim against Trim,
allow one word names to begin.
no one ever knew what my first name was,
Facebook, understand it was on purpose,
I don't even respond to Nicholas
and Nick is horrible to hear often,
Trim is slim fit and sexy,
I'm dyslexic a git a dipsy,
currently crapulous and rather tipsy,
I'm going now to fight the floor that hit me,
vexed, me.
I don’t know tic tac toe
so I rhyme this with flow,
showing Nick Nac knows
how to serve the perfect dose.
Measuring the rhymes
like I’m pleasuring the lines,
leisure for the minds
like I’m lemon and I’m lime,
1st and 2nd personalities
pushed to share realities,
combining combat and comebacks
as I incompetently rap,
you’re ripping me now
it’s a banter attack,
shyt but gripping somehow
as I pant and sound crap.
It’s another chicken dinner
from Mr Trim Trimmer,
not a rapper or a singer
but, a mother loving winner.
POTD 02/02/2019
A poem can be left adrift
a deserted, floating wreck
Words wash over rails
on board, a slippery deck
Every poem I've ever written
helps me write the next
A gaggle of "lilliputian critics"
ensure I craft my text
True, I do the proofing
readers do the check
im tired of old wannabes, trying to diss a generation they will never be,
never see, Now the leader of these wannabes is one nick trim, particularly
old and dim. the new generation is active and caring, loving, not easily scaring, and im tired of people, afraid, dissing us just because, they cant be easily missing us, and i want to make our voices heard, to stand up to an angry herd.
noone i know actually cares about actual social media affairs, so face your fears.
Response to "The Social Media Generation"
(by a 12 year old)
Went for a haircut, forgot to say “a trim”
Nearly got scalped, ticked me off to the brim
Kids yelled wahoo
Big rocks I threw
Next time I'll tear 'em apart limb by limb
If you are wise, you will heed this call
And never over-trim your nails,
Or bite them raw til the pain makes you stop.
You should always leave enough nail showing,
In case you go over the edge of the cliff
And mabe a bit more if you keep misplacing the can opener,
Or if you have need to be on a window ledge.
You may not always have time to take off your gloves or socks,
So a nail or two poking through will do no harm.
If you have need to dig yourself out of a hole,
Your nails could be used in absence of a shovel or a pocket knife.
They could make you rich,
If you have nothing else to scratch your winiing prize ticket with.
Wild eyed beasts may back off, if they can see some length in your nails
And getting back your keys that you dropped down the grating may
Depend on the length of your nails.
I hope you can now see some merrit in what I say,
And you will live to tell the tale of how
Your fate rested solely on how much you trimmed off your nails.
(A limerick for Jack Ellison)
A surgeon was called to do operation,
as Jim's "little friends" need urgent attention.
His aspiring poetess wife
Scarlet yields a mean word knife;
To reduce sillyballs was her only intention.
*sillyballs? syllables! duh...
09 October 2015
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