I sat above my wiffle waffle dog who had orange antlers today
Watching a weird little duck like creature dancing my way.
He jumped onto my wiffle waffle dog and began to balance and sway.
I noticed then that he had human legs, which creeped me out said Kay.
Categories:
wiffle, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
I am from spaghetti
from tomato pie and pigs feet dipped in sause
I am from mt Italian neighborhood
(treeless city streets.
I am from my grandfather's house
who I never met
I am from yellow Duncan yo yos
and Wiffle ball bats
I am from the Aunt
who loved me like a mother
The bus rides to Asbury Park
sitting 'round the pool deck in
wooden lounge chairs.
The sting in my nose from a salty ocean
The sand in my hair
to neon rides in the twilight.
I am from those moments memories are made;
Days so swiftly squandered away
Categories:
wiffle, city, ocean,
Form: Free verse
Tis all
shilly-shally, dilly dally
wiffle waffle, willy wobble
quiver and dither
teeter and twitch,
which whatever, wherefore wobble
hem and haw, ho and hum
Tis all a dithery tizz
Categories:
wiffle, angst, life,
Form: Alliteration
Childhood memories, fields of spring, watching bumble bees at their work.
Had a wiffle bat as did two younger brothers, now I feel like a jerk.
Did a deal of bashing, the occasional batting, my jar ready for the reward.
The mischief of youthful "must win" determination, or was it that we were bored?
Nine bees in a jar, three are just stunned, man I was doing so well.
One woke up, darn I was stung and now it was starting to swell.
Nine bees in a jar, this time they're all dead, or at least they know how to play.
Brian's got twelve, I'm slipping behind, and Mike's made a killing today.
Mike got bored and quietly left the game, ha! His bees are all mine.
Brian got stung, there goes his fun, returning to home for a time.
Looking over fields down trampled and Lord if grandpa saw what we've done.
Somehow I reckon he wouldn't be happy, but wow I must say that was fun.
Jar full of bees, I'm all alone, man there goes all the joy.
The things that we did, revisited by man, remembering when he was a boy.
Categories:
wiffle, child, childhood, children, boy,
Form: Couplet
The Park Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Somewhere between a toddler and a teen,
I carried visions of my future days.
It was just us, my sweetest friend Christine,
at our neighborhood park we loved to play.
Wiffle ball, pizza boxes as bases,
mother made the home plate using rubber.
Used chalk as a starting line in races,
Christine struggled, while I was a slugger.
Walking Coco without using a leash,
such a time of innocence not peril.
No danger jumping in the piles of leaves,
playing past sundown spinning the windmill.
I dreamed of showing my children the park,
But commercial real estate broke my heart.
Date Written: February 15, 2016
Poetry Form: Shakespearean Sonnet
Categories:
wiffle, beauty, childhood, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls
Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls
Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering
Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering
Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat
Or floats like a wiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat
Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky
Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes
The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses
After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes
Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened
And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon
And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening
Categories:
wiffle, depression, hope, life, sad,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Manxome little Minx
Stood beneath illustrious Boa-bob tree
She scratched her left butt cheek
With grazed grass stained knees
Stared pon the ghostly forms gibbering with fear
That Nancy (her name) might manhandle their ears
And drag them petrified, within her Boa-bob bar
Unvisited by good-folk... being so far
Within a dusted deserted dessert dry plane
Exhausted generosity, she was repeating again
On meringue peach dust, must run for their freedom
Avoiding the clutches, of most the dreaded kingdom
Gunshot start!...
The banshee chase... As spirits in fear race off again
The pursuit was a violent fearfilled reign
Escaping her clutches, unashamed unabashed
The result was a grizzly, grassfilled dash
Spiritless, hopeless, hapless no lie
Till Nancy little Minxie, did wiffle by
And grabbing the sweet candy, she did so desire
Dragging her victim, to Hell by her Boa-bob fire
Spirit screamed, twas a sordid, torturous affair
Then Nancy Manxome Minxie re-emerged
Brushing her hair...
Categories:
wiffle, fantasy,
Form: I do not know?
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream
Of Days gone by
Life was hard, each day we learned
We never wanted what we hadn’t earned
A handshake at the bank was the only must
Lives were built on faith and trust
Friday night dances at the school’s old gym
Pledge of Allegiance and a morning hymn
In the Spring, caterpillars all over the trees
Stop at the candy store for jujubes
Pinball machines and wiffle balls
Growing to serve, duty calls
Decorating the car for the football game
Jumping in leaves when Autumn came
Watch a parade on Decoration Day
Visit the grave, a prayer we’d say
Meet at the diner after class
On Christmas Eve, go to Midnight Mass
Play in the street until well after dark
Climbing trees at the local park
Baking potatoes on an open fire
Riding a bike after patching a tire
Delivering newspapers in all kinds of weather
Put a nail in a bat to hold it together
Counting stars while lying in the grass
Standing under a pavilion until the rain would pass
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream
Of days gone by.
Categories:
wiffle, nostalgiaprayer, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes an old song or an old movie can revive memories
If only we were able to reach back
Recapture the feelings, the simple joys, the dreams
To reach back and touch the moments
That first ice cream soda from the corner drug store
Peeling open a pack of baseball cards and
Trading with a friend for a favorite rookie
Frankenstein on the Late Show on Friday night
Dance in the auditorium, Hey! She’s wearing culottes
Sponge ball at the five and ten, up against the house
A small nail and electrical tape to fix the bat
The balcony on a Saturday night, keep dreaming
Chase tag, hide and seek in the street
King of the mountain in the old park
To reach back and have those feelings again
Pack of Luckies in the shirt sleeve
Hustling a game in the pool hall
Sunday ride to Grandma’s house
Free movie in the playground on a summer night
Keeping stats for a wiffle ball league
Wrap around skirts and pedal pushers
Bobbie socks and Bobbie pins
White bucks and Butch wax
Juke box hits six for a quarter
Slow dance, save the last one for me
If only we were able to reach back
Categories:
wiffle, nostalgiaold, old, drug,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I'll close my eyes
And go back to yesterday's dreams
Where love had no disguise
A simpler life it seems
Men working in the mines
Mother's making quilts with yarns
Red Man chewing tobacco signs
Painted on the sides of barns
A quiet ride through the countryside
On a Sunday afternoon
Couldn't bring them back if we tried
Those days went by too soon
I can hear my Mother calling
Hey Vince, go find Joe and John
Dad's going to be coming home
And I'm putting supper on
Playing Wiffle ball in an old lot
Free movies in the park
Sharing everything we got
Playing until after dark
Yesterday's dreams carry me away
To a time when love was new
To a summer night and a sunny day
And the sky was always blue.
Categories:
wiffle, nostalgia, love,
Form: Bio