Short; Nature; Silly; Birds: The Pebble (Boink)
For ten thousand years, on a lofty mountain ledge, the shiny pebble sat,
until this afternoon when a brazen raven.....dropped it squarely on my hat.
I guess I had it coming, as I planned to steal chicks from her nest.
Soooo...I guess I'll now give up my quest, ... and hike back home to rest.
But, ....although I've forgiven the offending bird....[who's croaking now with glee],
I'll tweak her beak unmercifully.....if she drops, again, that pebble on me!
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SHORT; Humor: 2 Poems about: A 'Cultured' Sort of Cow
#1
What sort of cow gives cultured WHOLE milk?
I think Princess and cows of her ilk.
She has nary a crawling tick,
she does NOT her calves lick, (babies that is) ,
and, at our state fair she wins ribbons of silk.
#2
What sort of cow gives cultured fat free milk?
I think Princess and other cows of her ilk.
She buys, for her stall, pieces of art,
listens each evening to her Mozart,
and for the annual Dairy Ball……she dresses in SILK!
(Feb.2006)
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Traces Of Me.....[SHORT; Personal; Humor; Death]
If when I pass I leave few traces,
let me leave at least some smiling faces,
on a chosen few.
I may have been at times a pain in ass
(and I don't mean when I was passing gas)
to a chosen few.
Retired, I wrote poems for myself and to share
(though it seemed most I shared with did not care)
with a chosen few.
I never with my money was wild.
I shared with wives, non-profits, and my child.
That's what I would do.
I've tried to live like a good Boy Scout.
But I gave up religion, and I sometimes shout.
What's a guy to do?
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I Made Her Laugh................[Short; Humor; Community]
As I walked this afternoon downtown (I didn't drive but took my feet) ,
I passed a popular shop where you can obtain a yummy ice cream treat.
And once you've got it......., (in a chair in front of the shop) , you may take a seat.
In a short distance I came abreast of a couple eating from cones their sweet,
and I said "Excuse me, don't you know the law against ice cream eating on the street? "
[a brief pause and then……..]
The man chuckled; the woman followed with a laugh.
MY day was now complete.
(Nov.2012)
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Silly; Cats: I Have A Treat For A Black Cat
Black cat why do you run?
I want to have some fun.
Let me pet you.
Let me get you
some fish on toasted bun.
Fish you don't like you say?
What else would make your day?
Some beef perhaps?
Some chicken scraps?
I'll help you have your way.
When you finish your meal
I'll make with you a deal.
Come visit me
and I will see
next time you'll have some veal.
Then together we'll play;
for some toys I will pay.
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Silly: A Fart Poem #2:
Naked I stepped from the shower tub, bending over SLIGHTLY,
when all of a sudden came a sound to my ears, roaring, not lightly.
It was just gas (I hoped) but it burst from me like lightning from a cloud.
It was NOT one of your gentle lady's farts, but a fart very VERY loud.
And besides the loudness there was a sound that made me worry;
could it be that recently I had eaten too much curry?
I noticed the bathroom window did not shatter,
but I was quite worried that I may have left a splatter
on the dark gray tile floor behind me.
As luck would have it there was no mess,
so I put on my makeup and put on my dress.
(Nov.2012)
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Silly; Gross: Fart Poem #2
Naked I stepped from the shower tub, bending over SLIGHTLY,
when all of a sudden came a sound to my ears, roaring, not lightly.
It was just gas (I hoped) but it burst from me like lightning from a cloud.
It was NOT one of your gentle lady's farts, but a fart very VERY loud.
And besides the loudness there was a sound that made me worry;
could it be that recently I had eaten too much curry?
I noticed the bathroom window did not shatter,
but I was quite worried that I may have left a splatter
on the dark gray tile floor behind me.
As luck would have it there was no mess,
so I put on my makeup and put on my dress.
(Nov.2012)
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Short; Nature: Out Our Window On A Breezy Evening
The sun has finally settled behind the nearby Belmont hills,
but its lingering light, the evening sky, with blue pastel fills.
Our star has warmed another San Carlos April day,
and now westward it recedes, as outside calls a jay.
A few grey clouds were briefly-edged with bright orange for my eye,
but it won't be long before the planet Venus sparkles in the sky.
A fragile birch tree peeks at me through a nearby window,
its limp branches swaying as the wind moves them to and fro.
Beyond the birch, beyond some roofs, a wooded hillside rises,
concealing roosting birds and browsing deer and more nighttime surprises.
(4-23-2012)
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Short; Personal: Wishes For My Future
To bring my marriage to a pleasant, successful end…
To be, for a few, a true and tolerable friend…
To help someone every day of my life…
To see a world (fat chance! !) without any strife…
To not live too long and not live too poorly…
To eat a healthy diet but have some sweets, surely…
To have health care 'as needed', but not too often…
To have those who oppose me, to me their hearts soften…
To 'see' my only child, Shannon, enjoy life and succeed…
To hear of more people sharing, and fewer with greed…
To grow a few veggies and see lots of birds…
To amuse myself and others as I make poems from words
(Nov.2010)
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Why I'm A Stress-causer For My Wife...[Personal; Humor? ; Marriage]
I'm preparing my wife for all those battles with others ahead in her life
by causing her stress now, to develop her coping skills. I love my wife.
Oh no! I'm not the normal husband who will say ' yes dear…whatever you say';
instead I respond: 'what makes you say that? ' or 'it's lots better to do it my way.'
Oh sure. It would be easier for me to always be calm, to be my natural weak self,
but I'm exceptional in my behavior; I'm not a husband off the 'normal' shelf.
So I'll keep on pretending to not understand and not cooperate, and not agree.
It's just and act I do for my dear wife's own good; .......it's really not the 'real' me.
(Dec.2010)
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