when wondering where the time went
it’s just a word you've heard before.
I praise the Lord once more.
Pink and Blue lighting
highlights my writing
when what I’ve to say
dawns, like each new day.
It dawns on me now
what you read may allow
you to see pink and blue
light the wonders you do too.
She used to have hair. People stared at her mane.
Now she has not. She smokes pot for the pain.
A byproduct of all the cannabinoids sent
to her brain for the pain is enjoyment.
a moment, a man naked will run through ‘Our Garden’.
Okay, so the truth is he won’t be quite nude.
He’ll bear boxers, briefly, to not appear rude.
‘Our Garden’ is properly private, in a sense,
but of course it’s quite easy to see through the fence.
If you look past the plum tree, through timbered split rails
you’ll see little dogs playing, just chasing their tails
or won't he? The question remains
regarding his guarding. ‘The Garden’ pertains
to all the odd things a man can't compromise.
This much is certain. You needn't surmise
that there are things without which a man can’t do.
Kept unto myself as I give mine to you
in a word, just a whisper, this quieting sound:
For those hard of hearing, it’s hardly profound.
to show how we know to dispose them as such.
We might not mind them, except for how much
they can damage good stuff like our veggies and fruit.
Were it only a few, we might not give a hoot,
but it isn't that simple. Excuse this brief rant.
Each hog and masked bandit can eat a whole plant.
So, rather than complain, or get all intense,
but that wasn’t enough to keep all varmints out.
To find resolution, again, there's no doubt
that is why I'm writing, so you'll understand.
Protecting ‘Our Garden’, I’m only one man
with one clear solution to problems in the yard.
If you've followed along, then you know just how hard
we’ve worked to keep critters out from back there.
Mustard Seeds, brown, black and white,
grow wildly when exposed to light.
In each word you read
is a very small seed.
Can you hear me? I think I’ve gone
completely, sweetly, out of my mind. Did
I say that right? I’ve just been blinded
by these bright shining lights. I see
you blankly staring back at me,
glaring at these words I'm writing,
when saying things like this, inciting
riots in the minds of those who
hear this message. I propose you
might be someone who’s suspected
that this gift of interjected,
perverse verse dispersion,
is a left to right conversion
table. Able minds will tell
whether or not this was done well.
‘Retard’ is a verb, and it means ‘to delay’.
Slow down! I have found that the sound of the word
“Retard” has been guarded against, but that’s absurd.
You’re going too fast, and this is your last warning!
So, before I go, please let me say, Good morning
to you who may heed what you read here. In fact,
once you’ve been retarded a while, please come back.
caustic when social faucets pour
streaming data. So beaming faces
space out here. Of all the places
we could be, here we see clearly.
As I write, you might well hear me
say hooray! I'm so glad you're listening!
It’s as if your beams were glistening
here where nearly no one comes,
because I paused to sound this dumb.
because ... [a pause] ... of how it feels
upon my bum, like some big hand.
When paused, I’ve cause for a kick stand.
So, paused here, kicking not;
So, since I have something to say;
to pass along in such a way
as to be rendered understood
as passing on a bit of good,
old-fashioned written wit in rhyme,
revealed, at present, in the time,
and place this space permit allows;
permitting wits ever were endowed,
then but for your intellect
mine would be lost, I do suspect.
Perhaps it’s here, or somewhere close.
I've not been far, but that's the most
that I can say regarding smarts.
This prose poetry presents ‘Hi Arts’
consisting of such stuff as this wit
so passers’ by might see, or miss it.
Thus seen, ‘between words’ also are wrought.
In this dimwit doggerel, ‘sans mots’
conveys that thought quite simply, minded
such between words are thus defined. Did
I forget, or fail to mention
between words, disbelief suspension
reveals vast fields of recollections?
Viewed between words, verse selections
put such thoughts properly in places,
between words, causing smiles on faces
such as the one you may share
with careful wearing. People stare,
and wonder at its cause, the ‘Why’
What Reason between words like ‘Hi’
and ‘Art’ can start the impetus within
those most disposed to bare a grin?
As you surmise, or could have guessed,
this is the one thing I do best -
put purpose between each word
one might presume is seen and heard
in terms specifically defined
by following along these lines.
By that, I mean herein applied.
Your comprehension is relied
upon to get the gist of it,
to make it fit the sense of it,
the thing that rings out loud and clear,
beneath each sound, beyond your fear
of little things, like bugs and such;
the fact that we don't hug that much;
and that all we have is all we’ve got.
It’s not as if we say a lot
about the things we understand,
the things that must go hand-in-hand
as compliments to fair use. Terms
like bugs, an insect, a Bunny, or some germs
we share because we're just that close.
Isn’t that funny? It's the most
delightful way that I can say
I hope that you enjoy your day,
despite the fact that I myself
must spend it off in someplace else
without you, though that doesn't mean
either of us should quit the scene.
That is, until we’ve learned to cope.
We live in ever present Hope
that ‘something ventured, something gained’
will mean that someday we'll obtain
a better sense of presence, since
in present tense, you appear dense!
If I must repeat, again,
with a Hi! I'm five feet ten,
and weighted now to give the hunch
that rarely will I miss my lunch!
Regarding my present density,
and also my propensity
for texture, taste, and intonation,
concept, craft and conflagration
so intense, and burning bright
the chances are that you just might
soon feel my heat, a light injection
so subtle and close to perfection
that you'll find it most fascinating
in that it's all about vaccinating!
It's a hoot! A laugh! A lark!
A well thought out SHOT (in the dark).
It's a plan I had that I'm having still.
So, begging your pardon, if you will,
just step right up, and get a thrill
from what must mostly fit the bill
as a ‘Madrigal Sum Perspicil’.