Dear friend of longstanding honor
Come, sit beside me here
My tale of woe is a yawner,
But, one fitting your ear.
My sin uneventful.
She was most resentful,
Not so consentual.
You have stayed with me to the bitter end
So sorry I cheated on her, dear friend.
written October 21, 2021
[a Quietus - 8686, 666, a
rhyming couplet and refrain]
Categories:
yawner, conflict, divorce, friend, sorry,
Form: Rhyme
I need a woman who doesn't mind being alone.
Not into quail eggs but doesn't mind eating crow.
Does her own thing and is not one bit clingy.
A little bit tart but never saccharine sweet.
Slightly off the drumbeat is just fine with me.
A velvety pianist is what I don't need.
Call me a pig but I don't like them fat.
For fat could mean an unabashed gasser.
or a big yawner in the sack.
I need a lean black leather panther.
or a rhinestone studded wildcat-
She has to be witty, but I run far away from too silly.
She must live for poetry, more than she lives for me.
Likes rolling in stones and riding led zeppelins.
Slow dancing on the dark side of the moon.
she'll ride pink flamingos, just shy of the loon.
She'll fall in love with Van Gogh's fields of crows,
Salvador's melting clocks and twisting, spiral stairs.
She'll scavenge blue sea glass and musical snow globes.
Gently knead my jagged darkness into double rainbows.
Most importantly, she must make a vow to outlive me,
because at funerals I become a cracked, unwinding time piece.
Categories:
yawner, funeral, life,
Form: Free verse
Slang Or common talk
Yay all knows that peoples talk funny
If yous are from the south.
They cut off the lights and jaw jack alls night long.
If youns need to find something.
We cans find it down the road a piece or maybe over yawner.
So if you think I talk funny or in slang.
You alls need to catch the seconds of taters and grits and pig fat.
You alls come back now you hear.
And yes bring granny and the boys well have a shing dig.
Categories:
yawner, funny,
Form: Free verse