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Animal crackers

a stork, a crane, a pelican
a leaping jumping gnu
a fish’s spiny skeleton
a pouchy kangaroo

a monkey, mink, and elephant
a cassowary too
but daisies are not relevant
the cattle will but chew

cats and bats and dragonflies
and porky pigs and cows
and things we can’t reclassify
until the time allows

the dog, the hog, the butterfly
the hornet with its sting
the moths that only flutter by
and don’t disturb a thing

majestic hawk and eagle
the horse and donkey too
the peacock is so regal
its rainbows of the hue

the lithe and speedy antelope
the spider and the ant
but don’t include the cantaloupe
upon this list, you can’t

the mouse, the louse, the chickadee
the octopus’s arms
the crickets chirping crickety
their song, with all its charms

the lizards lurking in the dark
the marmosets that jump
the woodpecker that pecks the bark
the camel with its hump

there’s more to come, ’tis just a few
and I forgot the fox
and many more, I’m telling you
won’t fit into the box.

Soup of the Evening

Like Dorothy ‘mongst the poppies

I cannot stay awake

I dream of old jalopies

And fuzzy birthday cake

I hear the voices calling

Get up, you lazy thing

But I cannot help but falling

My thoughts upon the wing

I’m spent, and not recovered

And now I’m catching up

My friendship with the covers

Has needed patching up

So, if you want to spoil my day

I’ll thank you very much

To leave me be, I’m miles away

‘Til Dorothy’s snowflakes touch.

Blah Blah Blah

no mail today
nobody calls
too cold to play
outside these walls

nothing written
worth a damn
just a-sittin’
nothin’ planned

what’d they say
’bout idle hands
the devil plays
I understand

inspiration
missing, too
I guess I’ll do
the boogaloo

eat pistachios
play guitar
my moustachio’s
grown so far

comb and wax it
twirl it too
they wanna tax it
wouldn’t you?

brush the kitty
stop a sneeze
end this ditty
finish, please!

If you like

If you like,
Let’s stroll in the snow
The flakes flittering
In the moonlit glow

Then at home,
Out the window,
The ice glittering.
Ah, what a show!

If you like,
We’ll put on a fire.
Or, whatever’s
Your heart’s desire.

It’s so cold
Out of doors
Warm my hands
I’ll warm yours

In winters of past
I’ve thought this is our last
The years, they go fleeting
So short, and so fast.

Still together are we
The die has been cast.
The time since our meeting
So full, and so vast.

Now, we are cozy
Your cheeks are so rosy
The cat takes its place on your lap

Christmas card dreaming
Outside, all is gleaming.
Let us both have a lovely nap.

If you like

Spare me, please

I’m the proud owner of one of the newer cell phones, and I use it quite a bit to idly surf the net, reading news stories and the like.  When I come upon an interesting article, and click on it, two things invariably happen:  because of the limited screen space, the feed is formatted so that the annoying advertisements are injected after just about every paragraph, and, if this is not galling enough, I am frequently redirected to another page in order to view the denouement.
That said, the denouement is often a disappointment, and has little, if anything, to do with the clickbait headline.

I sometimes think I should get a job as an advertising critic.  Do these companies really think that these ads and their irritating placement actually help sell their products?
Then, there are the mandatory ads on YouTube.  My immediate reaction gives me a negative impression of the company and their product.  It actually makes me not want to buy it.

Makes me wonder if products such as cars, trucks, beer, etc. would be any cheaper if they had to survive on good old word of mouth advertising and real honest to God quality.  The millions that are spent on production of senseless repetitive TV ads could go into giving us something better.

I, for one, would be scared to drive a car that was sold to me based on the number of ingenious “safety” gadgets it had.  If my seat vibrated every time I came close to the dotted line, or my brakes slammed on because of a perceived hazard, I think I would get out and walk away.  What happened to good old PAYING ATTENTION. ?

Itchy and scratchy

God, I itch.

When they say it’s all in your head,

Forsooth, this time they are right.

The tympanic membranes

vibrate at a galling frequency

perhaps meant for Fido to hear.

But I cannot scratch

this bitch of an itch.

Scalp over scabbed skull I scratch,

helping along that balding patch.

There…..relief.

(at least, that’s my belief)

But the stuff inside my meathead brain

it won’t be calm, and won’t refrain.

Miles and miles of duodenum.

Fold upon fold, in dreams I’ve seen ’em.

Oh, let me lift my lid now, just this once,

a give a good scratch, stir the stew.

Like that wretched Dr. Finklestein

from The Nightmare before Christmas.

the dance of Love

If you invited me inside
and put your trust in me
upon that trust I would abide
a friend to you I’d be

If I invited you inside
and chanced to let you see
emotions that I try to hide
would you confide in me?

we both have had a broken trust
and cautious we have been
we circle each and feel we must
keep distance in between

but now I feel the leap of love
and wonder if you do
your spirit fits me like a glove
my heart is beating too

Hand in hand

We awake from the blessed sleep
after death’s embrace.
Here, in Heaven’s womb,
we lie, we look.
Our breath upon each other
a perfume.

We hear, in gentleness,
a sighing soothing swell of song.
We smell grass, fresh after a rain.
We stand, with lightness of mind.

We see, on the green hillside,
a throng in white.
Some turn and beckon.
Into each others eyes we smile,
then run, without flagging,
hand in hand
into a welcome of open arms.

There is lilting laughter.
then a hush of anticipation.
from the horizon’s haze we hear
the Overtures,
sung by the sinless Seraphim.

We journey long, without tiring,
for we know what awaits
at the End of Ends.

Lighten up

Well,
i saw a video on Twitter once.
Some family member or “friend”
secretly filmed a young girl
coming to sit down for dinner.
Someone asked her to get something out of the pantry.
They had hidden a stuffed raccoon inside the door.
She opened it and started screaming and running around.
Everyone laughed.
Girl looked like she wanted to cry.
Comment section went crazy,
congratulating them on the joke.
I said funny for everyone except the victim.
They said lighten up.

Poisonous

Under the skin, something poisonous.
Like an acid flowing,
as if from the Alien monster.
Watch out for the dribbling!

Often now, there are thoughts that reflect
that menacing countenance.
A wrestling match
(With an Angel, or Devil?)

Tenderness, not likened with love,
Pain’s manifest in the body glove.
Sore to the touch, no matter where.
Could be from cooking to medium rare.

The chef is the spirit
that wallows in sorrow,
and all need to fear it,
’cause it swallows Tomorrow.