Snatch

Woah Jim, you can’t say that, as people might think that you are talking about a nickname for the human female genital body part.
Got it, as I never want to hurt anyone, make them upset, or get them angry, I just want to write a poem, but I am not sure how to start.
Where is the latch?
I need a patch.
Cookies by the batch.
What a catch.
Wearing shades to match.
It should hatch.
What the hell is a thatch?

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Rhyme Time hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she has come up with 6 rhyming words that she would like us to use, batch, catch, hatch, match, patch, and thatch.

Losers and Suckers

Brave men who fought for their country
We should honor their bravery
Who were these guys in this war?
What did these men all ask for?
Normal men who asked for squat
They should never be forgot
Brave men who fought for their country
We should honor their bravery

Losers and suckers he emits
He is the bottom of the pits
He’s a despicable man
Supporting the Ku Klux Klan
Not fit to be a leader
He is just an impeder
Losers and suckers he emits
He is the bottom of the pits

He thinks he is superior
He is the one inferior
He is the only loser
He is a Putin chooser
He denies all the reports
Plays golf in Bermuda shorts
He thinks he is superior
He is the one inferior

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Lucky Dip hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she has come up with an Octelle today.  This poem uses personification and symbolism in a telling manner and each verse has 8 lines with a syllable count of 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 and the last two lines are a repeat of lines 1 and 2.  It is a rhyming poem with a scheme of a, a, b, b, c, c, a, a.

Sleepy Time

I usually get my best ideas when I am sleeping, but it is quite possible that I am going through hypnagogia at this point, a transitional state somewhere in the middle of being asleep and awake at the same time.  Every night as I lay my head on my pillow and put my sleep mask on, my conscious thoughts start to dissolve into memories of what happened during the day, what things I need to prepare for in the future and I often start dreaming of my past.  I think about places that I have gone to, both distant and near, the hearts that I have broken and the dragons that I slayed.  That time with the three men in the tub, perchance to dream, there’s the rub.  All of these images, stories, emotions and feelings make sleeping my favorite time of the day.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #29 where the prompt is your favorite time of the day and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Opposing Forces hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she asks us to use the contrasting words asleep and awake along with distant and near.

Pun Fun

When life gives you melons, you are dyslexic.

Marriage is a matter of wife and death.

The melon farmer encountered strife, because he cantaloupe.

The knife cut to the chase and got to the point.

The double entendre is rife with humor.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Rhyme Time hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she asks us to use the following rhyming words, life, wife, strife, knife and rife.

Try to Love Again

Joyce called her brother Elliott on her cell and said, “I need your help to get rid of a body and you must keep this between us.  You said that you would do anything for me and now I am taking you up on your offer.”  Elliott said, “You mean a dead body, who is it and how did it happen?”  Joyce said, “I will explain everything when you get here, but please hurry.”

Elliott went right over and he saw his brother-in-law and Joyce’s husband laying on the floor in a pool of blood with a knife stuck in his chest and it looked like his throat was cut.  Elliott looked at Joyce and said, “Please explain what happened.”  Joyce replied, “He made me mad when he told me that he was unfaithful and he said that he was leaving me for his new secretary and I guess my anger got out of control and I reacted badly.  I was cooking chicken thighs for him, as I knew that was his favorite and I don’t even eat them.  He told me that I was his best friend for twenty years, but that the romance had disappeared from our relationship a while ago and it was time for him to move on.  His words cut deeper than a knife.  I was wounded and I struck back.  I grabbed the butcher knife that I had used to cut up the chicken and I used it to slit his throat.  It was very pleasing for me to watch him bleeding on the floor holding his throat and gasping for breath.  I kept saying in my mind, ‘Die you bastard’ and then I stabbed him in the chest.”

Elliott said, “I guess we could load him in the boat and toss him overboard, as there are a lot of sharks out there now and he will probably get eaten.  Pack up some of his belongings that he would take for a fishing trip and I will load the boat up with beer, so it looks like he got drunk and fell off the boat.  He was probably going to die from you cutting his throat and sticking that knife in his chest was probably a bit extreme.”  Joyce said, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Mad About Metaphor hosted by weejars aka Sarah where we are supposed to use the metaphor “His words cut deeper than a knife.”

Chrome Dome

I wish I could find my way back home
I never carry a comb
On land or sea, or foam
I just roam
Lost

I just wrote a poem about a gnome
In a catacomb in Rome
On land or sea, or foam
I just roam
Frost

Jerome was not made of Styrofoam
Hello, goodbye and shalom
On land or sea, or foam
I just roam
Cost

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Lucky Dip hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she reached into her mystery bag and pulled out a Triquint Poem.  The triquint poem consists of 3 verses each having 5 lines with a syllable count of 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and lines 3 and 4 must repeat in verses 2 and 3.  It is a rhyming poem with a scheme of a, a, a, a, b.

Save the Bales

The Save the Whales movement, occurred right around the time when bales of marijuana started washing up on shore in the Florida Keys.  The floating “square grouper” packages of marijuana bobbed up and down in the ocean off Key West dumped by smugglers, if they were under pursuit by authorities, or if they got paranoid and just thought the man was chasing them.  They actually still turn up from time to time offshore down here, as some things never change!

We have had some stormy weather here in Florida lately, although I have been staying inside not willing to brave the elements.  My power went out yesterday, only for a few minutes, but I had to reset all of the clocks and wait for the TV to come back on.  My computer was really slow today, but when I restarted it, it came back to its normal speed, thank God.  I got all of my shopping done for this week, so I won’t need to go out and have to face any unfavorable conditions for a while.  The summer here in Florida can become ungodly hot as it has been well up into the nighties all week, so I will be staying inside in the air conditioning, instead trying to brave these poor weather conditions.

Bales I save
Storms I brave
Sitting in my cave
Riding a wave
Two hoots I gave
While digging my grave

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Rhyme Time hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she asks us to use the following rhyming words, save, brave, cave, wave, gave and grave.

Enola Gay Dropped the Bomb

On August Sixth 1945
Little Boy was dropped and many died
No one in Hiroshima recalled hearing any noise
All the buildings started falling down
This atomic bomb saved the lives of many GI’s

160,000 people did survive
The blast travelled far and wide
Nuclear weapons are not toys
Temperatures reached several million ℃ in the town
A mushroom cloud rose into the skies

Before the blast 300,000 people were alive
The bomb exploded there was no place to hide
Skin started melting wrecking the delicate poise
The smell of burning flesh is enough to make anyone frown
Radiation in their eyes, cries of the wise no surprise

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Lucky Dip hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she reached into her mystery bag and pulled out a Rimas Dissolutas Poem.

Love and Marriage

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.  A force is a push or pull acting upon an object and this could result in an interaction of forces between a pair of objects if they are acting in different directions.  When two equal and opposite forces act on the same system, they will cancel each other out, so even though forces are present, it will seem like they are absent.  In order to understand forces, you have to be able to recognize their presence or absence along with their relative magnitude and direction.  Life is full of moments where two equally opposing forces are vying for your attention; the good will be very good at piquing your interest and the not so good will be convincing enough for you to notice them.

Physics has a paradox, which asks, “What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?”  We must assume that both the immovable object along with the unstoppable force are equally indestructible, and that they are two separate entities and that both things can actually exist in the universe.  These are contradictory premises, because they involve an argument or should I say a fallacy that draws a conclusion by asserting and denying the same thing.  The construct of an unstoppable force means that it would contain enough energy so that it would not decrease in any way throughout its course as it encounters any one object or another, thus it would need to possess infinite energy.  An immovable object would need to have infinite mass thus giving it infinite inertia.  These two things can exist simultaneously and you cannot construct one without causing the other to destruct.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Opposing Forces hosted by weejars aka Sarah where she asks us to deal with absence and presence – construct and destruct.