~Poetry

The elephant is on the fence

He keeps us in suspense.

The animals, the fox and hens

That quibbled over quills or pens

Have put aside their difference

To talk some sense but he’s too dense

To see things through another lens.

 

Compared to apples, oranges rhyme

With nothing. But when paired with lime.

Get some yellow lemons, too.

(With what life gives, you must make do.)

Halve a grapefruit, save the rest.

Cuz grape’s not citrus I protest,

But Mandarins and tangelos

Kumquats and the pomelos

Are present and accounted for

It’s citrus plus some metaphor.

Pasty faced and eyes are glazed.
Making haste and making waves.
Waking makes for wasteful days.
Provided you’ve awakened late.

Neutral Colors

Add some brown, instead of blood

It’s sure to be drug through the mud.

You let it touch the ground, you see

Instead of flying high and free.

If, in life, you take this tack

Of always being in the black.

Then what you show off to the world

Won’t be worth being unfurled.

A flag of  boring, neutral grey

Will live to fight some other day.

 

Although I don’t believe in Zeus,

And I hate to play this fast and loose,

But in things of creativity

In spite of innate proclivity

You must know how to be your own muse.

 

TO PURLOIN A SIRLOIN IS TO TAKE A STEAK

 

Waiting at the gustation

Knife and fork, spoon and cork.

Collander and hollandaise

Cauliflower, mayonnaise.

Grab a bottle from the cellar,

Pair the oysters rockefeller.

Someone said the sky was falling.
Now I know they’re right.

The stars that burned so brightly hot,
Have now turned cold and white.

They make their way, each one unique
And on the ground alight,

Accumulate and call to me “let’s have a snowball fight!”

The Poetree
Leafing through the pages strewn
Throughout the Autumn afternoon.
They’re rounded up and bound together.
With covers sewn for Wintry weather.
A brainstorm-front, a silver cloud.
The sounds of Spring are read aloud.
And Summer’s sun will play its part
To grow His words up from our heart.

Hearing the click of leaves that pass
Down through the branches to land on the grass.

Water off a duck’s back.

Echo of a duck’s quack.

Neither wave has much effect,

And neither cause what you’d expect.

As
Bees
Come
Dancing,
Entwined
Flowers
Grow
High
Into
Juxtaposition.
Knowing
Light,
Mixing
Nectar
On
Petals.
Quickly
Receiving
Sustenance.
Tell
Us
Verily,
Why
eXactly
You’re
Zealous?

DO you ever wonder how melodies are?

REcalling the time that we danced neath the stars.

MIx it with laughter, are you feeling the spirit?

FAr from the noise of the crowd. Can you hear it?

SOrrow is gone and the fear disappears.

LAst but not least, take the muse by the ears.

TIming yourself, step out onto the floor.

DOn’t you realize that’s what music is for?

Saw the universe.
Swirling around in my cup…
I stirred, it was gone.

as my thoughts turn dreams

I realize a world awaits

that’s all in my head…

Consider Jesus:
His salvation free, priceless,
Yet costs everything.

The word f*** has a ring
That I think I should mention
Is real good at getting
A person’s attention.

But when using this word,
Use caution, you should.
Because often when heard,
It’s misunderstood.

They talk of the elephant here in the room,
When they say I’ve had too much to drink.
They flatly insist that it’s something I’ve missed.

But I see it right there and it’s pink!

Elide the “i”, would Apple die?
With all the Pads and Pods bereft,
And to its own devices left,
Ive would have to lend his letter,
To make it better.

A parakeet and a marmoset
Stood atop a parapet.
A pair of pets, they made a bet
To see how far from their cage they’d get.

Elide the “L”, the “I”, the “D”.
Now kern the “3″ and make a “B”.
This is how the first typesetters
Pared the words that made the letters.

Better than ‘bollocks’, better than ‘blast’: better say “ballast” and hurry up fast!

Cresting the cusp of a former horizon. All you can do is strabismus your eyes, then.

Maggie danced to bring the rain. Grew old in May and hid the pain. Bought the farm quite literally and treated Bob with much disdain.

Secret Santa dons his shades and shrugs into his trenchcoat gray. Loads his bag and hitches eight white elephants to spirit away his sleigh.

From supercollider to super colder:

Freeze this word, you know you should. Elide the “L”, the “I”, that’s good. Now put a space between, don’t doubt. And even Kelvin would be proud.

Pencil in the “L”, the “I”/Do no harm in saving lives/Growing mold and writing scripts/Requires better penmanship.

An artificial edifice.
A hollow mountain’s face.
A surreptitious precipice
That hides a secret place.

Absolutely the
Best.
Carefully
Deciding
Everything
For
Good.
Heaven
Is
Jesus:
Kind,
Loving,
Merciful.
No
One
Possesses
Qualities
Remotely
Similar.
Tell
Us
Verily,
Why
eXactly
You’re
Zealous.

Owed to the Sea of Ingenuity

There is a crater on the moon,

(The one affecting all the tide)

Whose shores are ripe with bright ideas,

No H2O at all inside.

A Sea of Ingenuity,

On the dark side of the lunar face.

Of cleverness and imagination.

Staring longingly to space.

See, darkness isn’t all that bad,

When anchored as a satellite.

The sun at your back each and every day.

The earth, your audience by night.

Allwowed

I turn to shout it to the crowd.

But fear my voice will be too loud.

And fear that they will be too wowed.

To see the things that God’s allowed

As things that must be said aloud.

Fear not. Say it anyway.

“Soon” says the moon
As it crests on the rise.
It looks at the Valley
Through milky-white eyes.
With one on the sun
And one cast below,
Reflecting the light
Like a pallid pillow.

THIRTY DAYS HAVE SEPTEMBER

APRIL, JUNE, AND NOVEMBER.

ALL THE REST HAVE THIRTY-ONE

EXCEPT IN LEAPYEAR THAT’S THE TIME

WHEN THE REST OF THE POEM DOESN’T RHYME.

Tragic flaws, foibles, tells.

Things that make us grimace, wince.

Chinks that we perceive in others, 

Shed light on what’s inside ourselves.

And like a root, its stem is severed/Springs to life, it seems it’s tethered/To the Sun for which it yearns/Hope, intangible, it burns.

Put the “s” back in inanity

But not so much you plead insanity.

Your equanimity’s here to stay

So long as you’re spelling things the right way.

6 comments

  1. Your poetry is wonderful! Thanks for stopping by my blog.

    Blessings,
    Delana
    http://delanasworld.wordpress.com
    http://nineyearpregnancy.wordpress.com

    1. You’re very welcome. Thanks for the praise. I haven’t written any poetry for a long time. What you see here is from upwards of 5-10 years ago. As I remember more, or come across any in old journals, etc., I’ll post it. So check back!

  2. dianenichols · · Reply

    Please post more poetry. It is original and lovely. I write poetry, too. Sometimes the muse whispers into my ear at 4:00 a.m. and poof! Out pops a poem. Many blessings to you.

    1. Okay! I’ll look for some more to post. I remember one time, I was half-asleep and I got the most amazing and perfect haiku poem. Alas, I lacked the discipline of getting up to write it down, thinking I’d remember it. Guess what? It vanished. I hope I learned my lesson.

      Thanks for the comment. Check back soon!

  3. Hi Josh,

    Your poems show a certain predilection for cleverness and fun as well as adept control and arrangement of words. Thank you for sharing and well done!

    SoundEagle also wrote a fair number of poems, though they are not all gathered in one place like yours. Rather, they are strewn across SoundEagle’s blog, and are always accompanied by art, science, music, video, graphics, cartoons, animations, games and/or puzzles.

    1. Thank you very much for your kind words. Yes, I do seek to be as succinct and precise with my poetry as possible (and alliterative, sometimes).

      I look forward to looking around your site when I get some time. Blessings to you and thanks again for the comment.

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