They call you leviathan, drinker of the ocean, ruler of the deep, eater of countless fish, belching out your satisfaction in tsunamis and earthquakes, yet your majesty remains questionable ridiculous, for he who must rule should rule in entirety the oceans still swirl…
Category: Miscellaneous
21. Picnic
Almonds and cashews, lemons and limes, with berries of sorts, off they went, for a picnic. A bright sunny day it was, Until it wasn’t. Little mushroom with her big fat hat became the umbrella and saved the day.
Poem 8 – The Move
As I prepare for the move Too many emotions all at once I ask “What should I get?” “Get an umbrella, Oh, don’t you forget” Said a friend “Get an umbrella, Better don’t forget” Said the other So I got two umbrellas As I prepare…
Hour 20 First time on a Florida Beach
Seagulls overhead waves crash in the distance umbrellas as colorful as striped beach balls bikinis speedos kites soar in the distance looking further I see a barge ship, wonder its cargo. Sunny Isles has the bluest water I’ve ever seen, now New York beaches look…
Soggy Shoes, poem twenty-one
Yellow umbrella tugged from my hands suddenly, soars on storming wind.
I won’t -Hour 21
No, I won’t do it I refuse to place an almond and an umbrella in any poem just randomly. It isn’t raining. I have cashews. Why would I do that? Why should I advertise almonds like that? Especially in hour 21. Next thing I know…
War for Ukraine
“Planes flying overhead, Bombs exploding in the air, Sirens blaring through the city. Fear gripping your body, Knowing what’s to come, You run and hide, But no matter where you hide, Or where you run, These experiences haunt you for life. Escaping out of your…
#20- Books for Beginners
People always say ‘Classics are a good place to start’ Are they? I think not
My Moustache May Be Mistaken (Hour 15, A Nonet Poem)
My Moustache Must Be Mistaken It was not me, I swear! I did not eat up all your cookies, full of ooey gooey goodness, smooth sweetness melting in my mouth. My moustache of milk chocolate just gave my secret up. ****A nonet…
No Place Like Home, Hour Twenty
No Place Like Home The concierge was made aware in advance that this was to be a second honeymoon, no expense spared for the middle aged lovebirds reigniting their romance with tired, damp matches. A nest was made near the water, whose lapping made the…