In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept,
To the land of Oz with a dog she kept,
There she killed a wicked witch,
They rejoiced she killed the b*tch,
Then she realised she was lost, she wept.
A good witch gave her a silver shoe,
To go back home, a Wizard has the clue,
So for the warlock, she searched.
A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched,
Near a Tinman who wanted a heart too.
Soon a lion lacking courage she met,
The request to kill a witch made them fret,
The condition to go home,
So the male witch made them roam,
From heads to toes they were drenched with sweat.
The bad witch battered Tinman on a rock,
unstuffed Scarecrow who then stopped to walk,
She then captured the lion,
threatened to jail Dorothy.
Just poured water, the witch died to her shock.
The witch slaves free the lion and others,
The Wizard then free them from their suffers:
The Scarecrow a brain;
others, solved their complain,
The shoe's magic powers she discovers.
Categories:
unstuffed, anxiety, dream, fear, hero,
Form: Limerick
For sixteen hours the angry sea tossed us like unstuffed cloth dolls.
We were at her mercy, as she flipped us and tossed us.
Most of us were preparing ourselves for death.
Sending home good bye texts. We recognized our demise.
I did not expect to wake up in the morning.
Neither did the others. We said our good byes last night.
A star came through the storm to greet us in the wee morning hours.
This was my first inkling that we might survive the sea’s wrath.
Categories:
unstuffed, ocean, sea, storm,
Form: Imagism
As answers deceive
The questions stand
And dancers leave
To track the sand
Round robin conspiracy
Threatening us all
The letters all lower case
Their finality tall
Butting my head
Inside of the line
“When does it end Father,
Maybe this time”
The black and the white of it
The tall and the short
The poisons the same
One knife for a fork
New action will free
What inaction restrains
To once again, once again
Once again drain
So back to the future
Back to the past
Choose not your weapon
You’ve had your last laugh
The wind’s in the vestibule
New breath in the hymn
Your darkness reveals
What the light needs to win
With seven unsavory
And eight left to roast
The turkey unstuffed
Leaving room for the ghost
So ride away, ride away
Ride away all
The damage inflicted
This hammer a maul
The blood’s in the alleyway
Life beckons on
Death has been slaughtered
—as begins the new song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
Categories:
unstuffed, death, life, time, words,
Form: Rhyme
The answers deceive
The questions stand
The dancers leave
To track the sand
Round robin conspiracy
Threatens us all
The letters all lower case
The finality TALL
Butting my head
Inside of the line
Where does it end, Father
Maybe this time
The black and the white of it
The tall and the short
The poisons the same
One knife in the pork
New action may draw
What inaction restrains
What once again, once again
Once again drains
So back to the future
Back to the past
Choose not your weapon
You’ve had your last laugh
The wind’s in the vestibule
New breath in the hymn
Your darkness commands
What the light needs to win
The seven unsavory
The eight still to roast
The turkey unstuffed
Leaving room for the ghost
So ride away, ride away
Ride away all
The damage inflicted
This hammer a mall
The blood’s in the alleyway
Life beckons on
Death has been slaughtered
—as begins the new song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
Categories:
unstuffed, death,
Form: Rhyme
The smell of a roasting chicken,
for a Special Day.
Dinner - not just for Sunday.
Mouth watering taste of
soft white meat and rich brown gravy.
Dark meat juicy with flavor.
Might be stuffed or unstuffed
adding to the scent of a roasting
chicken - Hmmm.
Categories:
unstuffed, desire, food, gothic, holiday,
Form: Light Verse
Sweeping and cleaning in autumn day:
Why is the sweeper sweating in cold ?
A place unstuffed is stuffed again.
Where comes the silly dirt?
Down the streets and up the trees.
What can now the sweeper do?
Sweeping not against the wind.
Categories:
unstuffed, autumn, wind,
Form: I do not know?
Listening to the sounds of ghoulish frights
Six-feet deep but everything is alright
A cruel chill comes across you
Thank God for top soil….whew
From the street and morgue to the ground
How they all depart with a devilish frown
Cold, stiff, pale and unstuffed
When your soul leaves your body you don’t get up
Hard, lonely, and looking sick
Difficult to say goodbye to and missed
Your flesh is so tensed and complicated to kiss
Life, love, and longevity
Filled with embalming fluid makes you heavy
Flowers, tombstones, and much sorrow
Got to find some black to shortly borrow
A long cloudy drearisome day
Dismal, wintry, and gloomy, God don’t take me away
Death is so atrementous so nigrescent
Black roses are a dead man’s present
When that casket drops it is evident
You are no longer here you’re irrelevant
The extinct, the rested in lovely peace
Sad singing and flower bringing for the deceased
May God bless our souls all these long nights
May God rest their souls who reside at all the
Many “Grave Sights!”
Written ByA.I.R. Feb.20,2004
Categories:
unstuffed, death, god, god,
Form: Ballade