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neurons misfire
embarrassment fills the air
strangers speculate
From my books Ephemera and Riverthink
Humor
All posts tagged Humor
“Old Couple” by James Coates
mornings come early
and often
when bladder
resolves to rebel
dawn irrelevant
body clock wobbles
and creaks through
bent gears
while the calendar
chortles with ridicule
hourglass sands
leak from
stress cracks
slip into
dry cartilage
joints complain pain
eyesight droops
and demurs
veiled by cataracts
hairs flee the scalp
for a circular spree
round the drain
golden years
a phrase
cruelly coined
I’m convinced
by some wise ass
too young
to appreciate
old father time
has no sense of
remorse or for that
matter humor
From my book Ephemera
“Mark Twain” by Steve Penley
humor with an admix of salt
floats down cynical rivers
through heartlands where
whitewash and mud paint
colloquial idioms raucous
with satire of innocent foibles
and deeper cut flaws of a
galloping history peccant
with self-indulged characters
countrified mise-en-scene
dreamscapes of Camelot
paupers and shot-laden frogs
here is America rendered
with mastery argot so deftly
employed to amuse the most
pompous of old Europe ears
From my book Pieces of Wine
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my mirror
lacks sense of humor
sees nothing
amusing
about being a goad for
the mischief of time
“Portrait of Pierre Broodcoorens” by Rene Magritte
I wonder sometimes
about damned silly things
like how in the hell
can violets be blue
or shrimp be colossal
what in the world is
a rate of slow speed
or a pile of clean dirt
how exactly does one
write a lengthy brief
or lay even odds
who could possibly ever
be called a real phony
when I look in the mirror
why is the first phrase
that comes into mind
pretty ugly
(originally posted May 2013)
“Quad Cities” by Fidostudio
Black Humor
dance among stones
marking politicians’ graves
morbid amusement
* * *
Chronicle
pain written in years
tragic unending story
psychic wreckage
* * *
Wildfire
capricious violence
compelled by exhorting winds
fueled by complacency
* * *
Night
innocence slumbers
unaware how creatures of night
threaten tomorrow
(originally published separately in November 2013)
Image by pauklein
on a catamaran
where the waters are green
I acquired a tan
that attracted a queen
she so loved my shade
that she gave me a crown
then I started to fade
till I lost all my brown
and the last thing she said
as I knelt at the log
was “Remove his pale head!”
and the axe cut the fog
(originally posted November 2013)
“Machine Abstract” by Mi9
my dandy green engine
just sputtered and coughed
till I gave it a kick and
it licked into stride with
a great cosmic thrum as
it sucked in the carbon
emissions that hung from
the atmosphere cleansing
the blue like an art
restoration recaptures the
painter’s own light but
the off-switch just wouldn’t
respond and it sucked
down the sky with a whoosh
and then gurgled while
pulling the sea from its beds
next the cities went clattering
into its maw and I kicked
it and whacked it to no
real avail as I watched every
landscape and mountain
get swallowed an instant
ahead of the sun moon
and stars so with no love
of loneliness I had no choice
but to tuck in my chin and
dive into my beast leaving
then and forever an old
planet newly made clean and
pristine cold and dark with
one dandy machine that again
seized with sputter and cough
(originally posted December 2013)
“Hornets” by Elke Daemmrich
(Originally posted June 2013)
hornets hover
like menacing hummingbirds
nosing intently
the mailbox out by the road
or maybe they’re wasps
never knew how to tell
they wait there
darting in quick fits and starts
tracing odd jumpy orbits
circling the unanchored post
that plows always topple
they wait there
as if they are watching for mail
but the postman
has left me a warning
no further deliveries
till all the buggers are gone
I’ll give it some thought
but meantime I’m smiling
and dreaming of whiling my days
free from anymore piles
of food for the shredder
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(Originally posted February 2014)
a cordial is a fine neat drink
it sweetens thoughts that I would think
pure essence of distiller’s art
alas I’m told it strains the heart
but moderation should protect
me from an adverse health effect
so I’ll just sip a smallish cup
and see what verse I might dream up
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