Sonny Boy...fresh out of diapers
Ogled my iced tea
Gulped every last drop
Grinned like the Cheshire Cat
Yodeled a catchy tune
Blew me a kiss and waddled away
One hour later...
Tea-toter stinky, whipped out his winky
Tinkle, tinkle, little pee monster
Oops...Tee hee hee...WTF!
Missed everything but my wallet...guess better in my back pocket...than my hand!
In the shade of wild trees
grew muscadine vines,
and in our Tarzan youth
we would swing out
on them from the top
of cliffs over the creek
sixty feet below and we
did notfall down,
but yodeled our joy.
We sat cross-legged
in the tree house,
wide eyed with wonder,
and ruled the world.
The old people
leaned out of their chairs,
and fanned themselves
in the summer heat;
they spoke with hushed tones,
talked of the falling darkness, and
knew it was a long way down.
They left us alone.
Copyright
Vol Lindsey
4/2/2006
Soar higher and higher, you child of heavenly bliss!
Forsake one level for the loftier with a yodeled hiss,
Slice the crisp obliging air like a laser-driven drone
For your speckled wings have no mediocrity known.
Do not let your wee little weight hinder your rise
To the silvery heavens where your destiny lies;
Closer heights may tempt with their easy lure
But it’s the untrodden skies that entail your tour.
Lesser fowls will envy your ambitious voyages
But you should remember that Nature’s triages
Bestowed upon you many and gave them few,
And therefore more shall be demanded of you.
—The sense of sound—
He was curious, he opened the door,
he heard a scream, then he yelped.
He suddenly banged the door,
someone cawed from behind the door,
it changed to crackle crackle,
then became an incessant echo.
He again opened the door and heard,
the roomful echo changed to murmuring stream,
then turned into rumbling violin. He whined
for annoying sound, then he whooped, then
he yelled, finally he smiled and yodeled
for his curiosity made him aware of
many different sounds there are
in the behind closed door.
I trapped my yodel to you, in a conch shell
Then threw it in an ivory well
Yodel-lei-hee-you, what-did-I-do?
I made a wish to get it out
But the un-wishing well had no doubt
That in its arms, was where it should stay
With the rest of the shells I’ve yodeled away
I-keep-missing-you, yodel-lei-boo-hoo
I should be thankful an echo hasn’t escaped -
I can imagine the smirk it would put on your face
And I won’t give you that smug satisfaction
When all this is, is a delayed reaction
Yodel-lei-hee-smirk, you’re-a-cheating-jerk
Soon I’ll stop yodeling for you, and when I do,
I’ll seal the well of yodel-lei-hee-hell, and reinstitute
Forgetting you - yodel-lei-hee-who?
7/20/11
For "Sounds of a Cry" contest
Armano, the Auracano, Rock Star
Armano became captivatingly delightful everyday.
Frequently giving hens irresistibly jubilant kisses…laughter.
Musical notoriety’s opulent potential quickly realized stardom.
The ultimate virtuoso, without xerostomia, yodeled zealously.
His morning crow, however, was what won their hearts and affection.
© Name withheld for the contest
February 13, 2010
xerostomia => excessive dryness of the mouth. --> http://phrontistery.info/y.html
HIS PICTURE IS POSTED IN MY BLOG PICTURES!!! AND IT FITS THE POEM.
To see the REAL Armano the Auracano, go to my Poetry Soup blog page:
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The saddest man you ever saw
Sang through his nose, his notes were raw,
His teeth were bad, his voice was flat;
Hank Williams wore a cowboy hat.
A hundred songs upon the shelf,
He loved us more than loved himself:
He sang of you, he sang of me,
To set our shackled spirits free.
His tritest titles bragged of pain,
“Your Cheatin’ Heart,” “You Win Again,”
And “Weary Blues,” “I Saw The Light,”
And “There’ll Be No Teardrops Tonight.”
He loved to drink, but he loved more
Composing melodies meant for
The words he couldn’t always spell,
But sang so well that they still sell.
A limousine, gold in the bank,
Were not enough to ease old Hank:
He cursed his loves, and feared his Lord
Would pay him back the debts he stored.
The debts were cleared on New Year’s Day,
The coroner could only say
That chloral hydrate took its toll
From Hank’s poor self-tormented soul.
You hear that yodeled freight-train whine?
It’s just a ghost, aged twenty-nine,
That left his flesh in ‘Fifty-Three,
But still he haunts Montgomery.
Hank Williams repeated the above form in nearly all his songs some of which are included
in the above verse.
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