Thursday, June 25, 2009

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.

Monday, June 22, 2009

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.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

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.

Monday, June 15, 2009

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.

Friday, June 12, 2009

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.

Friday, June 5, 2009

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.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

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.