Fire Escape

When fire comes
I'm sure to be ready
I'll leap out my window
And scramble right down.
The fire escape
Is wrought iron steady,
A marvel of science,
The jewel in the crown
Of any good building.
I'm sure you'll agree,
A beautiful thing
When you're trying to flee.

Ride On, Elmo!

Ride on, Elmo!
You're the man.
Member of
The Muppet clan.
Riding high
On dinosaurs.
Heading off
For distant shores.
Ride on, Elmo!
On your steed.
Wrecking havoc
Is your creed.

Libertarian Poem About Toys (or) Jumping the Shark With This One

In the city you see things you'd never expect
Like authorized dealers of Legos.
What does that mean? Does the city inspect
The toy stores and suspicious preggos?
"Ma'am, were you trying to buy half a bag?
I'm sorry, but that's 'gainst the law."
"No sir, well, maybe, but just for my son."
Good heavens, but isn't that flawed!?
Free up the market and let Legos loose!
Vive Laissez-Faire and all that.
Seize regulation and give it the noose,
Why live as a slave to a prat?

Wicked Dusk

The clock in the tower is ticking.
The hands on its face turn the screw.
Inexorable time's on the prowl again
And it's coming to feast upon you.
The last of the sunlight is fleeing
And darkness is brooding nearby.
You're doomed without doubt
So don't bother to shout,
No, don't bother to whimper nor cry.
The gloaming's run short of all patience
And pleads with its master to reap
"Hand over their souls
For to make them all ghouls,
For to drag them all down to the deep."
The dusk is a destitute maiden
Shriveled from hatred of light.
Hold on to the flame if you care to live on
If you dare 'gainst the darkness give fight.

Hard America

Down on the tracks I remember,
If only in my mind's eye,
A time when there was a future,
Chances for men to fly.
Grittier days, no denying,
And some got caught in the gears,
While others toiled and sweated
Losing the last of their years.
But they had the chance to endeavor
And many of them did succeed
To build up a country worth having;
They weren't fickle folks always in need.
Down on the tracks I remember
And mourn the loss of that day
While digging in heels to seek greatness again
And keep the soft sirens at bay.

Pool Playing Ladies

There are ladies who play poker
And ladies who play pool
And ladies down in Iowa
Who sometimes spit and drool.
But few and far between, I bet,
Are ladies in nice dress
Who shoot a shot behind their backs;
At least that's what I'd guess.
So count me happy to have seen
These fine ladies shooting.
I wonder if the ball went in?
For that I'm surely rooting!

Phooey

 The Congress gives us crap to eat
Or is it just pate?
Either way, it's rather rude
And makes me want to say,
"Fiddle 'round with your own lives
And leave us folks in peace.
You're just corrupt old hypocrites.
So stop it.  End it.  Cease!"

Best in Show

Wildflower
You are lovely
Growing on a
Hillside meadow

Blue and purple
Leaflets shining
Soft and gorgeous
Best in show

The Seaside

I want to go to the seaside
To feel the sand 'tween my toes.
I want to lay in the sunshine
And gather some hours of repose.
I want a chance to be lazy
And let my cares drift away.
I want to go to the seaside
Not next month, nor next week,
But today!

Rock Breaker (a truly awful poem!)

Rock is hard.
Rock is tough.
Trees are made
From softer stuff.
Roots from trees
Will find gap,
Grow therein,
Then thunderclap!
Trees bust rock
When given time,
Even rocks
In their prime.
Mess with tree?
You'll be sad,
Sadder than
A hangin tchad.

Crossed Eyes

1.When faced with almost pure white

2.Eyes will play curious tricks.

3.Crystals will come out pixels.

4.Depth becomes abstract only.

5.Closely watched, snow blinds a guy

6.A mere photograph of it

7.Sows confusion, crosses eyes.

Conversation with a Statue

Lo,

Last May,
In   twilight,
Walking along
On the boulevard,
Stood a spooky statue.
He
Brooded.
And he stared
Piercing and cold
Hatred of mankind.
"Wrong side of the bed, eh?"
"No,"
He said.
"I'm plain bored.
You would be too,
Bored to tears that is,
If  you  were  a  statue."

Gomez

I went to a concert on Saturday night.

The music was loud and the lights they were bright.

The drums were a-thumping and so was the bass

And three guitars screaming and filling the place.

I took out my camera to capture the vibe

Rollicking! Festive! A clamoring tribe.

Three cheers for Gomez, the band members all,

Ben and Tom, Ollie and Ian and Paul.

St. Martin Would Be Proud of this Limerick

There once was a church named St. Martin.

Its congregants always were fartin'.

The rector said "Lord,

This smell has me floored.

Send me away to Kiltartan!"

My Baby of the Citroen

 

My baby owns a Citroen;

She drives it 'round Pa-ree.

She honks her horn at cute old men

Not least the likes of me.

That car and she are cute as "Oui!"

Yes!  Easy on the eyes.

Push off my brothers, she's with me

My lifelong, dearest prize.

Bird in the Harbor

Some days it's enough
To just stand and gaze
As mist envelops
The known world.

Some days it's enough
To breath and wonder,
To wait and ponder
What's beyond.

Bird in the harbor
Just what do you know?
Or do you sit there
Blank?

Forgotten

In St. John's Wood the bodies hide,
Not far from where the people play,
'Neath leafy green and mottled sun
A world so close, yet far away.
They lay forgotten off the path
And one is pressed to wonder why
The memories of human kin
Are left in shadow, there to die.

Marshmallow Moon

Slender tendrils

Reach to the sky

To pierce the moon.

Or is it just

A marshmallow?