Poem 58

 

When salmon run

On finny feet

And birds fly

Upside down;

Then squirrels eat

And snakes retreat

To get a better angle

And find the answer:

Life the world and

Everything revealed

In unexpected moments.

Poem 57

 

Thread bare bodkins

Working weekdays

Evenings free of charge

Hamburger helping

Roast Bob the Blind

While all of Midland City

Cries out in anticipation

"Chicken Man, Chicken Man"

Back Chicago way.

Poem 56

Mashed or bashed

Potatoes or peas

Wednesday came early this week

Asked everyone to pay cash.

Early warning yelled out to say

"We need hamburger soup

And someone with croup."

Poem 55

 

With sunset rolling past the day

With willows whispering something to say

With one hand holding a guide for my way

I turned to the left and fell into the hey

Only to roll to the edge of the creek

Breaking three teeth and gashing my check

So I'll give up walking when future days beckon

And stick to my couch, an established potato.

 

 

Poem 54

 

It fells sometimes

Like stars have started

Falling one by one -

Like I've been walking

On a path

Of calendar pages

Early ones are breaking free

Twirling in wind and shadow -

Disappearing in the dark.

Poem 53

 

From today's weather

I can't tell -

It could be spring

It could be fall;

I know which one -

There's TV football –

Spring is more subtle

Growing shoots

Baby birds

Sports more confused.

 

Poem 52

 

With Henry working Wednesday

And everyone out of town

Zelda had a problem with her ritual green gown.

But after all the dogs got home

And chased the cats till 2

The village settled down a bit

With room for me and you.

Poem 51

 

When ducks and trucks

Collide inside

Your house is sure

A mess.

So close the door

Avoid the store

Don't call for pizza

Or run for office

Or cheer on Notre Dame –

Stay inside with lock'ed door

You'll be much safer

But ever more a bore.

Poem 50

 

I don't remember much

About the weather in Nantucket

Nor easily recall a ceiling drama

Or carefully placed grey bucket -

But when it rains too rapidly

For the roofing to keep us dry

A bucket, waste bin or dumpster

Will help prevent Mr. Bill's shrill cry

"Oh, shit we all will die."

 

Poem 49

 

When salmon sip cider

With wood smoke in the air

They wonder why hamsters

Have so much soft brown hair -

It might be a problem

Swimming upstream

It would be great

For warm winter dreams.

Poem 48

 

Hannibal liked his animal

More than he liked the snow –

But Hannibal drove his animal

As far as he could go.

Poem 47

 

There are ants in the house

In the yard;

In the grass;

In the street;

In the driveway;

Scouting everywhere

For water;

For food;

For friends;

One assumes –

But:

No one ever sees

Ants stopped to chat

Like your aunt or uncle.

Maybe they only deal with basics.

Too small to engage in real conversation

We may never ever know.

Poem 46

 

Frazzled fried fuming frequent

Frustrating slow bewildered pace

As Friday crept upon the calendar

Without expression succession or space.

Monday haunts the view beyond

A weekend fleeting past too fast

Like sand blown off the beach too soon

Back to work

Too soon

Too soon.

Poem 45

 

With ideas solid as Jell-o molds

And actions louder than whispers

Cracks and comments, hints and snickers

Slither forth from dark and secret places

Echoes inside AM's scratchy landscape

Where some slouch and sway

Along an endless, twisting way.

Will we notice what got said

Or fear the echo without thought

With dread.

Poem 44

 

Ham and cheese

Makes Ted sneeze

If he's in the country.

But cheese and pickles

Despite some tickles

Fills his every need.

Poem 43

 

With blooming fruit; roses sweet;

Greening grass; concrete path --

A backyard is so well contained

Within a fence; below a tree

Just the size for you and me.

Poem 42

 

Morning stumbled out of bed;

Stubbed his toe and hit his head;

Afternoon yelled out for help

While evening hid among the kelp;

The day in fragments falls apart

It must begin around the start

And 'tinue forward from the dawn

Till evening surrounds us on the lawn.

Poem 41

So long away

But back today

From cutting knives

And hacking saws

Learned to walk

Could always talk

Happy to return.

Poem 40

 

Grizzened Gary

Guzzled gravy

While chopping up the roast;

Toasted Joann

Drove the sedan

Stressing her mid-western roots;

While addled Albert

Found poor Herbert

Diced up like a sherbet;

And after dinner

No one slept

For fear of wandering Al.

 

Poem 39

Happy hippos

Harvest hamsters

Shining in the sea

While wily bow whale

Whistle to magpies

Charming them out of the sky

To feed to hamsters

Dining with hippos

After the sunset

Down under the sea

Poem 38

 

Once upon a time ago

When sailors sailed

And tailors tailed –

A whale of a tale

Was told by all

About the adventures

Of William J. Hall

Keeper of weapons

And master of none

The ultimate loose cannon

Asleep in his den

With his socks by the door

A hat on his head

Waiting till morning

On the road near the bend

Where enemies furious

Frazzled and wizened

Can claim their used luggage

With bag tags in order

And TSA's blessing.

Poem 37

 

Ham and cheese

Bromide Please

Lunch was in a hurry;

Spam and lamb

And half baked ham –

Dinner wasn't much better.

Breakfast is the bestest meal –

It is hard to screw up eggs

So maybe we should stop at 10

And eat again next day.

Poem 36

 

With trauma fish on the hunt

And bar-b-ques a blazin'

The turtled sun of early night

Kept everyone together;

For winds of cold

And breathe too hot

Could not dissuade the noble;

Who felt their way through dank and dark

When evening sank to morning.

Poem 35

 

Inside out

Harry thought

"I'll look better

In day light";

But found himself

Turned upside down and

Longing for the night;

Pending delivery

Of a massive fright.

Poem 34

 

Crawling creepy weepy wrongs

Slither towards morning

Naked to all –

Meanwhile back at the proverbial ranch

Rights and mights and profound commands

Wait patiently sipping tea and singing songs.

Poem 33

 

Apple covered; peachy keen

Follows dinner in between

A busy day and evening calm

Pie and ice cream -- perfect balm --

Eaten by a fork with help from a spoon

I'm going to make some very soon.

Poem 32

 

Some days are vacant

Others are full –

Tears follow smiles

Laughing later cries;

Inky black lights to blue

Time moves all forward

Carrying me and you.

Poem 31

 

Animal bones,

Ice cream cones,

Things that don't go together;

Red and white,

Green and blue,

Charming ways to think things through –

All things blend together in the brain

Without more pattern than the falling rain -

But get sorted out and stored away

As memories for another day.

Poem 30

 

When grinding wheat

Between his feet

And calling in the hogs -

Haley thought he saw a rabbit

Running with the dogs.

He pulled his mighty arrow back

Avoiding any angry counter attack -

But broke the string

Dropped the thing

And shouted out in pain.

 

Burma Shave.

Poem 29

 

With a ping and a bling

The day will begin

Out of bed

Toes to the floor

Stand in the door

Clothes from the drawer

Brush teeth

Seek coffee

Find food –

It begins.

Poem 28

 

Before you go to sleep this eve

Remember he is away from home

Remember she is facing danger; taking risk

Remember she is keeping us safe

Remember all he does for freedom's sake

Remember they are there for all of us

Remember some will come home wounded

Remember some will not come home at all -

So in some moment in this Memorial Day

Remember; wish fair winds, calm seas;

Godspeed along throughout their day.

Poem 27

 

With hidey how and hidey hee

I think that I will take a pee

And wonder where the stream will go

And who will 'sorb the yellow flow

But then I wonder

'bout a tree

And know that no one cares

'bout pee

So I shall ponder

Bigger quests

And wonder who

Shall be our guest.

Whether rodent small

Or hippo large

Who shall wonder at the stars

Who shall drive our tiny cars

When will critters look at scares

Of eating, dining and hearty harws.

Poem 26

 

When round the curving road

The salmon and the toad

Come running in the spring

Sweet greetings for to bring -

Then hamburgers and fries

Will fall down from the skies;

Rivers will run red and green

With catsup, relish, onions keen

To grace our pallets, touch our lips

And live forever round our hips.

 

Poem 25

With the complexion

Of molded ham and cheese

Jacob Jumpus fell down

Bursting both his knees;

Caught the knife to cut

The bread and sandwich mix -

He asked for change and

Getting none;

Went off upon his way.

Guest Poem #2

Man,

It hit the fan.

I'm in the can.

What a slam.

Wham.

Poem 23

 

With blinking blinkers all aglow -

Red paranormal apples in the dough -

Salmon pies baking in noon-day sun -

Smells so strong all must run -

Reminding all forlorn of fun

What might have been -

When sun and fun and rain and hail

Came together at the county jail.

Poem 22

 

When wanton royals ramble and romp

The rest of the world determined to stomp;

When hamburger and mustard mix in the way

That causes our stomachs to have their say;

Then comes the sunlight full of day

Inviting all to come and play

The same stupid games that elephants learn

When lion and leopard they do spurn.

 

Poem 21

 

I worry much of the time

about

Palm oil

Taking over the world:

Worse than the blob eating New Jersey;

Worse than global warming heating the polar caps;

• I've never met anyone wearing a polar cap
  
• But still I believe they exist;
  

Worse than being buried alive in

Chocolate chip cookies;

    I have seen chocolate and cookies and chips

    Even potato chips and buffalo chips;

Worse than a world without orangutans, delta smelt

Uncolored margarine, three legged stools,

Members of the Bush family;

Better than falling into a volcano.

I promise with all promise power

Said today and good for an hour -

I'll not drink palm oil

Ever again if that makes you happy.

Drinking it generally makes me feel crappy

Anyway.

Guest Poem #1

 

I live by the creed,

to do the deed

take the seed

mellowed by mead

suddenly freed

thus to breed

the mighty steed

pranced through the weed

like wind in a reed

song sung, mead peed

all resolved in the bead.

Poem 20

 

Hey! You! Everyone! Listen!

It could be, yes, that somebody's pissing -

But my concern is greater tales;

Tragic events, flagons of ale;

Tortured words that cannot fail.

I

Salmon colored was the sky

When Rolf da Noft went out to try

Wrong righting for small fry.

His mighty stead of Harley line;

His boots and jacket of leather fine;

His purpose to justify all nine

Gallons in his tank

By capturing the robbers of the bank.

Tying them fast to handle bars

Only to deliver them to prison bars.

 

II

No word of caution would he brook

As he raced to catch this crook -

Whose family waited in get-away

With fire power and desire to pray.

At eighty-five Rolf's sight was clear -

With head unclouded by wine and beer.

Not so the crooks that fled by car -

Their lifestyle betrayed by fat cigar

Dipped in brandy in the back seat

Where fumes prepared the driver for defeat.

 

 

 

 

Poem 19

 

When alligators run upside the stream

Dogs of war howl and roar

Lions catch the tigers by the paw

And Waldo's where he ought to be.

Poem 18

With fresh cooked ham -

Not unconfigured Lamb

Or remediated Clam;

I feel really tame

Not playing the game

Waiting for blame

Without no feeling of shame -

Nicholas is trying to be the same -

A state farm customer waiting for to claim

Dollars for whiplash

Or fenders a-mash.

Poem 17

 

Words too often

Betray

The way we feel

Before

We are able to understand

Ourselves.

Silence is no better

At clocking what we feel.

To be visible

Animate

Vibrant

Moving

Is to be understood.

Poem 17

 

Clay pots hover up above

While glass breaks all around

Smashing crashing bashing sounds

Race across the channels of God's Dolby town.

3-D, 4-D, Every-D imagined

Look across the canyon's rim

Absorb wonder and beauty like bounty towels

Till the apple cobbler snips a nail head off

And sunset wanders in around us

Evening then surrounds us and

Midnight waits ahead

Poem 16

 

When the brain drain causes pain;

Ripe watermelon gushes with the dawn;

Green apples fall like stones;

And green beans harvest themselves –

Beware the salmon swimming towards the tree -

The squirrel flying towards the waves

The bright bird burrowing into the dirt.

All are the savage dark reaching out -

The edge of dark sweeping all in its path.

Chanting, Panting, Granting, Planting

Spring arrives.

 

Poem 15

 

You cannot flirt with the dirt;

Nor ask it out to tea.

If you take it to your Starbucks

They'll sigh and say "Just leave."

It's there for shoveling, raking or hoeing;

A place to put your crop when sowing;

Something to spot you shirt or pants;

A lovely place for raising ants.

 

Poem 15

 

A new word fell upon my ear

Gi-Nor-mus; Gi-Nor-Mus; Gi-Nor-Mus

I hear.

Is it giant; gigantic; enormous; or more?

Ginormus thighs

One lady lamented;

Ginormus value

One pitch man said;

Ginormus dinner

One cook exclaimed.

A new word fell like a leaf from a tree.

Playing with language helps keep us all free.

Poem 14

 

Spam, ham, run with a ram

Life turns over, around and down.

Squirrels scamper,

Laundry hampers

Quickly moving in the day.

Dark of night; lack of light

And allergy season the reason

Football is played in the fall.

Wall-eyed whales beached in Wales

Call upon the new-born dawn.

Poem 13

 

Black cats and flying bats -

With other signs of trouble;

Cough and hack and don't turn back

Tomorrow trip and falls apart

While raging after what's to come

In terms of clever finance.

Crash and burn and bailout weary

Ideas flow into the land.

Poem 12

A Song of Epic Disappointment

 

Lemon apples mixed by hand

Holding promise of sweet beginnings.

Or loud voices shouting silence

With hammers pounding

Lemon mush and apple bash.

To this rattled fest Evan cometh -

Drawn by smells of sounding boards.

Humming William Tell and sleeps

Astride great Silver bereft of

Silver bullet and mask –

Hero yes; hero maybe; hero sandwich no-the-less.

Pounding rounding riding shoots

He eats and leaves.

Poem #11

Dueling dodging dogged dull

Daring doers drawn dignify

Fun and games.

Hollow faces mark visited places

Where bloated budgets

Rest in the sun.

Maxwell ate while Wendy wove

A tale of dentists and drills

Doctors and pills

Till Sarah left for the train.

It is

too nice

a day

to spend it

reading

bad poetry

Poem #10

Rain runs left to right

While snow falls down to the ground –

The whisper of water deep in the ground

Shouts above the raucous cry

And hapless hippos hike uptown

Grinding fields of grain to flour

As thousands of guppies gallop and fly

Hundreds of feet up into the sky

Without the benefit of water

Just sky.

Poem #9

 

Morning, morning, morning, morning

Start each day

Begin new things

Have new hope

Embrace new dreams

Set new goals

Take next steps

Poem #8

Afternoons without often lack

rabbits
rats running riding and song

many things

only waiting for evening

hoping for change

makes a quarter into a big deal

any change at all

brings back the possible

the running the raging the surfing

the all that daytime offers

Poem #7

Mad mockingbirds flit in and out

While horny hogs holler, grunt, sustain -

Straining brains striving ears flaring lips

With sounds of the nightless night by day;

Apples ripening

Cherries explode

Grapes being just as they are -

Something silent in the night

But oh so alive by the windy light of day.

Poem #6

 

Grain gags gargling daily

Salmon sip sweetly serene

Lemon fries and giant flies

Under catsup under stand.

Wind rain hollow sounds

Lightening boomers

Making Zoloft moments

In the quiet corners of my

Mind if I get up and go?

Poem #5

 

Hurried horses happy to hear

Winged missives massed in the sky -

Flapping, flagging, falling, flatted –

Hooves hobble wings with the ground

Talons take samples back up

And away

Breakfast lunch dinner today.

Poem #4

Bad prose arrived by post today.

Horrid dull grammarless grey

It sticks to the eye; no song to sing.

Consultant created; big bucks; still sucks.

Must have been a Santa Monica hit --

Reused; worn out; tedious prose

Making the old look greyer; tired; dull.

No cry from a vivid verb;

Lacks agile adverbs active antics

Fails to offer adequate adjectives; none alive.

Bad prose arrived by post today.

Bad prose bound for recycling's bin.

Poem #3

 

With wide eyed wonder all about

The roaming range runs across the way

Till time, temptation or Vaseline grid and stop

Like gears on a clutch less ride

While rain and wind hold cold loads

Arrive inside to the auto shop

Where the labor of Hercules await

Poem #2

Passionless puppies wrapped round sticks of gold

Call endlessly to fish at sea whose lights shine bright

Waiting for green giants their valley to behold

Where wailing walrus rumpus in the mist

Of day becoming crowded, dark and grey

Lights dim stage left as cats take stage by stage

The world awaiting tap and song and glee.

Poem #1

When rabbit chase the gorilla home

With donging dangles all asunder

Then common is the smithy's voice

Clanging in the valley

Pounding rabbit flesh to ploughshares

Waiting for dinner held up by salmon's flight

Till tomorrow and next Wednesday collide again

Making weak ends of us all.

Proof reading

The day begins with the joy of proof reading three pieces of direct mail - that after a quick trip to the local hospital for a blood test. By lunch, the level of excitement will be hard to deal with. Some days are like this.

Learning Again

After reading background information and playing around with Word, I think I will have some good things to say in the blog section of New Technologies.

A normal morning

Well - after a week of traveling, visiting and meeting, this was the first "normal" morning - up early and off to exercise for an hour watching everyone in the neighborhood drive off to work. Workout felt good - it is remarkable how dark it is at 6 am now that daylight savings time has arrived.

Too many air miles

This has been a good day - all of it spent in my home office with my computers getting work done - too many of the days in this last week were spent completing -- or suffering thru -- air travel. Many have said it before: air travel was once really fun - and an adventure. Now, it is a series of delays, lines, questionable security procedures and uncomfortable seats. Have you ever wondered why no one offers to sell you an airplane seat for your home? Maybe somewhere you can buy them so you can have your butt get sore at home - but, enough of looking back. For the rest of the week, I'm here getting work done - tomorrow we will be able to tell a client that a project I could not imagine was feasible just might work. But more about that as the week progresses.