Don’t spread cremation crumble on burnt toast.
Is what the undertaker said about dad’s ashes.
My furrowed brow responds…
Why? Who would do such a thing?
If you were to follow a random person
from the street, ever wonder, where it might lead?
You just might pick some ordinary schmo.
single?
innocent?
cavalier?
kind?
You may find out something—wishing you hadn’t
psycho?
shallow?
yokel?
callous?
hapless?
omnicidal?
Would you spread cremation crumble
on burnt toast or follow a random street person?
Categories:
yokel, death, humor, judgement, nonsense,
Form: Free verse
Younderward yokel yap
Yore Yorkshire yield yeager york-felow
Yak yiddle
Yammer yack yells
Yard yew yellows
Yellow-tails, Yellowhammers
Yonder yellowfin
Yellow yam yesterdays
Yuca, yogurt
Yesteryears years
Categories:
yokel, word play, words, yellow,
Form: Free verse
What on earth did I do to deserve this fate ?
From my insouciance I awoke much too late.
'Tis to Tomi now in exile on the Black Sea
Augustus in his wisdom has condemned me.
Julia's company and that poem where I erred
Removed me from the leisured life I much preferred.
And now my sorry assize I needs must thole
With only my wife's tenderness me to console.
This crude and inclement clime I must now call home
Sequestered so far from my distant beloved Rome.
Surrounded I am by dull furs and guttural sounds
Where in my mind life with bright togas and verse abounds
If I am not to lose my precious muse
Their language I must learn and use.
Caesar hopes me to have metamorphosed
From sophisticate to rude yokel indisposed.
Yet my Epistulae ex Ponto plead for his mercy to contain
Hopes for my return to Rome, though that all looks in vain.
If my poetry cannot soften his implacable heart,
Then perhaps others will appreciate my art.
Enchained as I am in this Hades of a living tomb,
My poetry must transform it into my Elysium.
Where Rome was once my sucus et sanguis,
Tomi must now serve as my grand palace
Categories:
yokel, history, pain,
Form: Rhyme
The Plot Against the Giant:
First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second Girl
I shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash him.
Third Girl
Oh, la...le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.
-by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Categories:
yokel, adventure, crush, cute, cute
Form: Free verse
PARANORMAL
Zeny
Yokel
Xeno
Wizard, Woolley headed
Voodoo, Vagabond
Unicorn
Tyrant
Stupid, Surreal
Robot
Quirk
Pygmy, Pixy, Polygamy
Oberon
Narcissus, Narcotic, Nancy, Nightmare
Monster, Mermaid, Micky- Minnie
Logy, Loony, Lunatic
Kiekshaws, Kalki, Kibosh
Jack Frost, Jaunty, Jekyll and Hide
Idiot, Insane
Halloween, Hermaphrodite, Hyper, Hell
Ghost, Grumpy, Genome
Fairy, Frankenstein
Eden, El dorando, Electra
Dragon, Drug addict, Dwarf
Cupid, Club footed, Crazy
Belial, Bi sexual,
Abracadabra, Albino, Angel, Anima, Animus
12/27/21
' PARANORMAL
Contest by Robert James Ligouri
Categories:
yokel, 12th grade,
Form: List
Don Key went hither, thither and yon
Plowing fur rows to the crack of Dawn
From March to December
This upstanding member
Served as a yokel phenomenon
Categories:
yokel, humor,
Form: Limerick
It's New Year's Eve --
My wife wants to watch a movie
It's also raining like crazy
Chicago's weather's not too groovy
I have to admit
Stubborn yokel that I am
That it sure is convenient
To click with one hand
And have movies galore
At a fingertip's flick
It sure beats trudging out...
To the cinema and getting sick
Categories:
yokel, appreciation, film, new year,
Form: Rhyme
A party of toffs all so snotty
was crashed by a yokel so naughty.
After passing much gas,
this guy with no class
took a dump left unflushed in the potty.
(for those who may not know: Toff is a person of high-class society
a Yokel is an uneducated, unsophisticated person from the countryside.)
Categories:
yokel, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Call me 1 Eyed Harry koo loo
From shy town,kalamazoo
No ham and egger here
Just a local yokel yessiree
Categories:
yokel, funny, humorous,
Form: Haiku
My dearest little garden
that grows my plants
The finest yard of numerous
that holds my beauty
My wholeness that grants my draft.
My obese garden that stays and stands
Even though you know I am a Yokel.
I owe you much
My till, till and till.
My own mine, I whole you all
Cos you have stood by me
In no place and less vacuum.
Categories:
yokel, flower, girl, growing up,
Form: Free verse
She’s like a boor or a yokel
who knows no boundaries
such a pain in the neck
that makes others suffer.
Her ways is irritating,
like in many instances
where collaboration entails
either at work or in any human endeavor.
She continues to brag about
her role as someone who’s in charge
but that’s not a big deal;
not even something to tell.
It’s always in that perspective
where one has to understand
that our role as co-workers
doesn’t need so much ambition.
It’s true that human relationship
a proverbial tone in all sectors
that conflicts come to the fore
inevitable, a challenge by nature.
Confrontation or dialogue
with sincerity and openness
difficult but meaningful
especially in our culture.
It’s nonetheless a real picture
about ourselves in actions
the work of human principles
negate hiding and sugarcoating.
Well, that’s life in reality,
always the common reason
co-existence in similar institution
needs prayer and communication.
Categories:
yokel, angst, life, work, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
quickly removing that
individual pizza for
one
from its box---all psyched for your night
ahead---
a night alone with movies & pizza and your favorite
beverage
&
no one else to demand anything of you---
yes,
a night for you
&
only
you---
and yet,
now as you open the individual pizza box
ooh
what do you see?
fantastic jello pizza stares back at you---
the kind of pizza that has been so freezer-burned by
throwing it back into a cooler,
then taking it out,
and back on a truck
and then taken out---
it now has been reduced to something of
jello---
a jello of disgusting half-frozen slop---
what could have been the start to a great evening
with
yourself.
and so you go for your phone---
a reflex to save your evening,
be it domino’s or a local yokel trying to make a few
more bucks on the delivery circuit---
what you need is for them to save the day.
but if they show up,
will your night alone suddenly be interrupted?
Categories:
yokel, lifenight, night,
Form: Free verse