crumple and rumple
crinkle it too
dog runs after paper wad
dropping my shoe
A Turquoise Noise
Green is gift, I share.
Hachoo noise made from the spray
and flew through the air.
Excuse, me!
by Martin Braun
July 2, 2023
The marriage
It’s all his it’s all over for you
He wants to be your
He wants to pee for you
Hell will be there for your digestive track
Wants to be her as well
He wants to pee for her
There’s a log
Some one is waiting
He’s loving it
His wife hates it
Someone’s yelling
She thinks to herself Saten
He’s almost winding down
Whole log to a half a gum-ball
Thank God
TIGHT WAD
Yer cannie, as cannie be.
Nae sloutch, or frivolous, spend-thrift, ye.
Whose coin, to feered to leave the purse,
-in-case it’s ye’sd tae quench the thirst.
O, the ither, who just stood ye one.
Now sitting empty as a drouthy burn,
as he waits on you to stand your turn.
He taps his glass, he looks at you,
A bead of sweat runs doon your broo.
There’s nae way oot o this one noo.
Ye steady yer-sel, ye are resigned.
Then an idea springs tae mind.
You dig deep, you rummage roond.
The ither hopes its coin you’ve foond.
But you pull oot your watch instead,
his face is thunder yours turns red.
But not of shame, but by reprieve,
for the precious coin that’s now been
saved--to see the light of a-nither day,
as you prepare to go your way.
Jings is that the time, you will exclaim.
It’s time that you were getting hame.
And as you leave to go on your way,
I’ll catch you next time you will say,
As you pat you’re purse, well hidden away,
Your coinage safe for a-nither day.
A poem by john scott
Her heart was like the eye of a needle and I the thread.
Stuck between two fingers, each time I'd get close.
I'd veer too far left or too far right, never in-between.
Nervous in motion A thin thread roped in ambition.
Though I loved her deeply I couldn't get her to see.
No matter how hard I'd try I always missed the loop to her heart.
The cold steel that looped in oval shape.
I've made peace with the thought that nothing lasts forever and though thread.
I've binded myself in knots, wondering if she ever saw me the way that I saw her, everlasting.
Believing that we could be woven in the thickest of bonds.
I loved her with the entirety of my everything I had to give.
Without arms I had nothing to hold above her head.
But no matter how many times I missed her.
Her shoulder became colder and colder.
My thread torn seam from seam.
It wasn't until then that I learned that somethings are better left untouched.
yer cannie as cannie be
Na'e sloutch or frivolous spend-thrift ye
Who's coins to feered to leave the purse
In-case it's ye'sd tae quench the thirst
O' the ither who's just stood ye one
now sitting empty as a drouthy burn,
as he waits on you ta'e stand yer turn.
He taps his glass-he looks at you,
a bead o' sweat runs doon yer broo.
There's na'e way oot o' this one noo.
So yo steady yersel, ye are resigned
to pay the ither back in-kind.
But then an idea springs ta'e mind.
Ye dig deep, you rummage roon'd
the ither hopes its coin ye'v foon'd.
But you pull oot yer watch instead-
his face is thunder, your's turns red,
but not of shame- but by reprieve
for the preciose coin that's jist been saved.
Jings! is that the time you will exclaim
it's high time you were getting hame.
And as you prepare to go your way.
i'll catch you next time you will say,
and pat the purse that's hidden away
your coinage saved for an-ither day
a poem by john-jock-scott
Why would we ever need a big wad?
All we have to do is praise our God
And always let Him take the lead
We will end up with what we need.
When I finally wake up everyday
First thing I will do is always pray
Hear birds sing with a beautiful voice
Making me want to really rejoice.
With God things are so simple and plane
Even if on a bus or you are riding a train;
After all my many dreams I had been count'n
God feed me ice cream from His soda fountain.
James Thomas Horn
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When later than dawn's first hour
farmer finds she's turned milk sour
with dance last night.
She's Joan the Wad, piskie queen
fair of skin and dressed in green
mischievous sprite.
The piskies are small, they say,
no more than a mouse are they
yet three feet tall.
And with wand or amulet
maid's heart for ye they will get
as love is all.
Kernewek pride in piskie charm
merry mischief brings no harm
so wear her well.
Token of luck, make ye glad
for it comes from Joan the Wad
and piskie spell.
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