I hereby attempt to satisfy poplar demand
as best I possibly can…
Seeking more creative ways to stop porch thieves?
Here are some more in which to believe
Hang those dirty diapers on a clothesline
right above the package ~ this works just fine
For extra effect, make sure the diapers have been sitting in a pile
for quite a long while…
Here’s one that has those wannabee thieves running away
Post a ‘Beware of Skunk’ sign not far away
And this concludes my tips this time
for which I ask nothing, not one thin dime
Put a clothesline over my front steps
hung my sweaty athletic wear over there
Amazon delivered a package
placed it strategically, under that line
Porch thieves came and took just one sniff
~ on this one they all whiffed
The whiff a nasty niff a strong pong
may be earth-shaking
but if we do me and you
beautiful music we'll be making
when I break out my guitar
and strum a song
then you remove your shoes
and hum along
Sunflower Zombie is here the corn told the pigs and the fence
They strained to look, wondering about her fashion sense
Bet she’ll be wearing a feathered boa, an old sow said
Bet she’ll be green and ghoulish, after all, she is quite dead.
This was stated by a bull who had been nearby chewing cud.
Don’t mind him, said the fence to the others. He is quite the dud.
Sunflower Zombie sauntered over to give them a little whiff.
She is sure pungent! Said the corn after getting a sniff.
Cherry blossoms
blowing in the wind …
a whiff of spring
A stray lock of hair
in the corner right there
In the parlor, a faint whiff of perfume
The couch messy and wrinkled
piano’s ivories uncovered and tinkled
I know what you’re thinking, dear
but please don’t assume
For these are just clues, all part of a poem
~ detective-style, ala Watson and Holmes
I sniff at my hands and oh!
Such scent, such ecstasy,
a memory presented to my nose.
But where do we find this block of adorable redness?
It was sold in every shop: lovable carbolic soap,
an aromatic compound, so ruddy, so redolent.
But this is now so rare; it merely
presents itself to my pleading mind -
a psyche that puts forth its arms,
a plea to a storehouse of valuable memory,
a whiff of an echo, an echo of an odour,
an odour that's been sent.
So who remembers, recalls a soap that's not
so round, bright pink, cream, blue or white,
that isn't sold in pretty-pretty paper?
We do so wish to sniff, sniff, sniff at an odour that's so old.
(3 Oct 2023)
When life has gone skew-whiff
And best laid plans have gone awry
When everything is topsy turvy
And you're winging it on the fly
There is something you can do
To rectify the situation
Don't waste another moment
Go and run off on vacation
It's a radical approach
Not to stay and tough it out
And instead hope problems disappear
When you are not about
Lying under a palm tree
Drinking pina coladas while you read
May not change your problems -
But its probably what you need
see the seesaw sea
send its waves to rock
the barrel stave wooden seahorse
to and fro, askew and slow
though I'm feeling
skew-whiff in the waddle
and iffy sickly not well
I think I'll stay
riding the bare-back bronco
to whittle the whiles away
letting the be, what's may
till the break of day
Miss Maisy cow with a floral headdress crown
You are ever so gorgeous, all the way around
Never have we seen a prettier bovine than you
Too bad your cow pie has stuck to my shoe.
It was okay until I tried to pry it off.
Some old lady was wheezing with a hard cough.
Whew! The whiff was something else now.
Allergic to perfume, from Miss Maisy Cow.
tall tree trivet tents
tempt thrush toucan and trogon ---
tantalizingly tempting
crude cute corals crawl
calm candescent capricious ---
caressing captivating
10 January 2023
Lovers choose red roses
To express their undying love,
For their beloved
Who shines like an angel from heaven above.
Life is a Paradise; when we are young,
Life is like an epic film,
That has just begun
It has lots of pages
Not yet known to you,
Will you and your sweetheart
Stay together,
And be forever true?
Like the magnificence of the rose
Will your love fade over time
Or will you always,
Keep your first love in mind.
Memories come flooding back,
Sometimes when your alone
Has your love ever married,
Or is she all alone?
Does she ever think fo you?
And memorise the same,
Or does the perfume, like the rose,
With memories remain?
My friends have already revealed that I'm in loved with you
That's why I don't know what to do nor to say.
And so am I confounded as to how should I evade this ballyhoo
With no regret when I wake up early in the day.
It seems to me that you are yet unaffected
By the reverberations whispering in your ears?...
But if you'll only knock the portal of my heart unwavered
You'll discover that my heart for you wait and sears.
Others say... I am not perfect for you.
Others say... I am not the man you're looking for.
They may be right for making such comments like these
Comments, however, are not always impeccable and therefore, subject to error.
I may be a fool to love someone who cares not for me.
I may be a fool to choose someone who's not probably meant for me.
God knows how much I love you why don't you look back and see?
For the shadow of a man with sincerity and urgent plea!...
I wish to end this flim-flam jive
Because I don't think the concerned is blind
Why don't you show me the feelings that you hide
And make thine eyes sparkle again with pride!
Spring’s last whiff
wafted delightfully
through my parents
bedroom window
where I swung myself
at that time
after a distressing storm
scenting of newness
light as angel hair
stroking my nose
arousing a sublime
serendipity
Maybe that’s when
poetry flowed
from the brood
or possibly
the years of injury
from a cracked
first wedding
or missing my dad
early on
just as I lacked him most
who grasps
Though I believe
poetry came from
a beauteous strange
amalgamation
of life’s vicissitudes
churning emotions &
propelling them into words
alike now
as I gaze out
over snow-covered fields
gently rolling under
powder blue sky
while a couple of sparrows
chirp happily
assuring all
spring is nearly absconding from
the meadow
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: June 18, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Smooth Elevator Operator
I truly am a smooth operator
When I let one loose in the elevator
If it’s only me there my air blows free
Have got my own detonator you see.
Able to let fly with such immense pride
And can play a fine tune from my backside
That is until others enter the lift
I tell them someone else has left the whiff.
* * *3rd August 2021
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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