Donald knew
If he waited
It would be
Too late
His limericks
Fated to a drawer
Waiting for the day
When pigs flew
Impossible things happened
If he was persistent
He could conjure up
Something, that had
previously never existed?
His mind wandered backward
To when, knights
Rescued distressed
Damsels in castles
And performed
Other feats of derring-do
Then, Donald paused
To ponder the science
Behind everyday appliances
Tag: fantasies
Time Perceptions
Low hanging clouds
Muted red, white, blue bunting
Thunderstorm laundered freshness
Parallel rails gleamed, bright, shiny
The church modernized
To multi-storied multipurpose
Urban decay apparent
Businesses, closed, boarded
For lease, available, in perpetuity
Buildings, once revered
Despised eyesores
Didn’t matter anymore
Yesterday’s classics, abandoned
With cracked windows
For who knew, how long?
Cryptic messages mocked
Sensationalism skipped town
And, the world hadn’t ended
Junque Extraordinaire
I know, four years later, this picture was of Mr. Sherman’s collection of curiosities. It’s a head-turner, every time I pass by.
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It takes a
Sense of humor
Some craziness
More, than a
Smidgen, of
Zaniness
Marching, to
A different
Drummer, to
See hidden
Beauty, treasure
Mementos, under
The surface
Among
The whatnots
Thing-a-ma-jigs
Bric-a-brac
Beneath, the
Ordinary
Lies, the
Extraordinary
From the Clutter Of a Disheveled Mind
I missed the era when euphemisms, metaphors, and, even, mixed metaphors proliferated. It took creativity to come up with some of them–blind hogs, acorns; horses led to water; the art of catching flies with honey, instead of vinegar. People talked around things instead of going straight for the jugular.
It was a dreamlike state–watching silent movies with captions. For some odd reason–I knew when it would rain. What to do when people ran out of crutches to lean on? What would bowling on the moon be like?
You would be surprised to learn–as I was. Prognosis, everyone was waiting for payday–it was only Wednesday. The diagnosis was hypnosis. What was that out the window? It was a fog bow. And, you didn’t know? Open another box of “try not to act surprised.”
Night Whispers
The last
Nonconformists
To be seen
In the skies
Clouds
Whispered
Good Night
With reflected
Light
Grime of the Century
The Grime Minister
Grime doesn’t pay
Don’t do the grime
if you can’t do the time
Griminetly sakes
Grime time TV
Grime dramas
Grime statistics
High grime areas
Pursuing lives of grime
Your grime–ain’t
No better, than mine
Eastbound, Down and Out
His reign was over
Everybody else knew
Poor whippoorwill would do
What nobody else would do
What others thought
Whippoorwill said out loud
Whippoorwill was a good boy
Made his mama real proud
Whippoorwill fell, got back up
Scoffed–it was just bad luck
If there wasn’t a God
Why was whippoorwill still here?
From One Obsession To the Next
It was fun, hanging out with sleazy puns
Until the euphemisms and acronyms arrived
Got into scuffles with exclamation points
All the other punctuation marks joined in
Disgusted by the pugilistic spectacle
Nouns booked passages out of town
Conjunctions became dysfunctional
Abbreviations lost all their brevity
Puns, absolved of responsibilities
Went on gargantuan spending sprees
Prepositions copped nasty dispositions
Adjectives objected to all suggestions
Articles scattered like dust particles
Participles dangled–tripped in the aisles
To the accompaniment of awkward smiles
While verbs hung out with Pokémon nerds
Adverbs sucked up all remaining words
All hope for today, faded away
Spam–What Spam?
The hero
Galloped away
In these nightmares
Where was Wadlow?
Who was Wadlow?
Horizon’s clouds distracted
From overhead cloudbursts
Hurry up–make choices
Spam, Vienna sausages?
Nice website–easy to follow
China import sourcing
Animal porn?–surely you jest
Good article–very useful
Untapped free entertainment
From Sir-Who-Gets-Spammed-a-Lot
As Only Time Would Tell
Generic horoscopes
Given every day
To plenty of takers
Gemini’s-this was a bad day
Except, for the next day
Which could prove disastrous
Anything said, to curry favor
With a growing fan base
I promised to run faster
Downhill–with a tail wind
Back to where I was before
As only time would tell