Rock in the palm of my hand
The voice of the pounding
surf against the sand
What is heard is the inside
of what we understand
swirls in the palm of my hand
26 Monday Mar 2012
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inRock in the palm of my hand
The voice of the pounding
surf against the sand
What is heard is the inside
of what we understand
swirls in the palm of my hand
22 Thursday Mar 2012
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inI am a little birdie
perched on a shelf
sleeping
keeping
one eye open to the
cat that wants to put me in
himself
19 Monday Mar 2012
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inSpring leaves
green edges of
moss
rocks of the
grotto
tucked in
cove by the sea
beckoning
the hot sun of summer
fade the green
to brown tans
of swimmers
in the sea
12 Monday Mar 2012
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inRemember the poem that I wrote
you
The one about the half naked man
barbequing in the yard
Well he’s back with a half dead alive chicken
in a shopping cart
so when the dog came and snarffed the
chicken with legs and feathers flying about
(the man was surprised that it happened)
making this stuff would require alot more
imagination than is worth the effort
so you will just have to believe that
this really did happen
01 Thursday Mar 2012
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init’s because that we love you
that we bop you in the nose
It’s because that we love you
that we step on your toes
It’s because that we love you
that we bite you on the butt
We just want to to get close to you
and find out whassup.
29 Wednesday Feb 2012
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inA creatively playful misuse of the English language
perpetuated by Irish offspring
13 Monday Feb 2012
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inI have a poem
No, just a few words
Ummm…..oh crap
I just lost it
flew away
13 Monday Feb 2012
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inI shoulda written a poem about mold
and the long rainy days
but I didn’t
I shoulda written a poem about
the man downstairs barbequeing
in the early spring with the neighbour
screaming at him to put his shirt on
but I didn’t
I shoulda written a poem about
waiting in the bank for 2 hours
starting at 212 and getting to 272
and then the computer going down
(my number being what is was 303)
but I didn’t
Why?
Becuz…..no one woulda read it.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
but I didn’t
08 Wednesday Feb 2012
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inElectric blue ions
Blowing in from the sea
Wrapping their energy
In and around me
Feeling theĀ surge and then break away
Positive electric ions
flying in from the Mediterranean (blue) Sea
07 Tuesday Feb 2012
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inWhere’d I put the you know what
The thing that can’t be found…..
I know I had it
It is somewhere here
around
(wander,wander,wander)