Arrggh, she blows abreast,
she flows... arouse... arouse.
Captain`s distress, upon thy quest,
eerie o' yer pendin' death.
Whenereshe sings, her sweet voice brings
shortness o' th' breath.
Arrrggh, she sways amidst,
she stays... arrouse... arrouse.
Have yersef a whisky swig,
dances o' yer splendid jig.
A tirin' view, refreshed anew,
gazes o' her green an' blue.
Arrrrggh, she yells across
she swells... arrrose... arrrose.
Ye heart `t sighs, as her mist flies,
echo o' her squallin' cries.
Oh so fierce, her beauty lies
underneath o' gentle skies.
Aaaayyyye, her freedom 't bestow
yearnin' o' lonngglast ... furlough.
Arrrrrgggh... to ride-to rawhhiiiide,
ARRRRRRGGGH!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Polite?
At times thoughout the day,
hoards of zombies come to say,
of what, they do not know,
pure avoidance makes this so.
Without meaning, without care,
language betrayed in lazy fare.
Real thoughts solely introverted,
friendship utterly perverted.
Shriveled vestige all but left,
authentic reasoning bereft.
Perhaps liking to be a sport,
incapable of genuine retort!?
hoards of zombies come to say,
of what, they do not know,
pure avoidance makes this so.
Without meaning, without care,
language betrayed in lazy fare.
Real thoughts solely introverted,
friendship utterly perverted.
Shriveled vestige all but left,
authentic reasoning bereft.
Perhaps liking to be a sport,
incapable of genuine retort!?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Floater
I am the floater,
the plump-bellied,
hairy-chested, floater.
Stretch my wings,
with long drawn sigh,
stare up into the sky.
With short breast-stoke,
float on over,
wading as a plover.
A point of chin,
Engage chit-chat,
Pitty-pat, pitty-pat.
Will you eat my succulent meat?
Will you drink wine from my bota?
the plump-bellied,
hairy-chested, floater.
Stretch my wings,
with long drawn sigh,
stare up into the sky.
With short breast-stoke,
float on over,
wading as a plover.
A point of chin,
Engage chit-chat,
Pitty-pat, pitty-pat.
Will you eat my succulent meat?
Will you drink wine from my bota?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Precious Practice
Pondering her propensity to pick perfect peppers for pickling,
she perused the practicality of protecting her plants from pestulance.
Pinpointing the perilous problems with propietary pesticides,
she prepared for a positive part by patiently pandering to paradise.
Proclaiming a plan to promote predators to pursue prying pests,
she pragmatically produced persistence prior to prominent plucking.
Pausing to position her posse,
she proposed a party at her place.
she perused the practicality of protecting her plants from pestulance.
Pinpointing the perilous problems with propietary pesticides,
she prepared for a positive part by patiently pandering to paradise.
Proclaiming a plan to promote predators to pursue prying pests,
she pragmatically produced persistence prior to prominent plucking.
Pausing to position her posse,
she proposed a party at her place.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A Desert Epiphany
The unabashed,
rabbit on disgusting lawn.
Domesticated habits,
queerly spawn.
Sunbeams seen,
heat suckling water.
Dry desert stream,
insanity to dream.
Andes' hair,
wind whistles sweep.
Electrons dance the night,
organic acids keep.
Eyes meet,
landscape befallen.
Compounded strings retreat,
the old man eludes defeat.
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