Little dogs
sleeping in
the sunbeam.
Conserving
energy
for defence.
In case of
slamming car
doors or cats.
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Tricube poem: 3 stanzas of 3 lines of 3 syllables.
poem- guard dogs not on duty September 5, 2022
Poem- A potato fork poem August 23, 2022
A POTATO FORK POEM
(for Brenda)
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Fellow forks, beware!
Do stay away from here!
Brenda takes us
then she breaks us.
Oh tremble! Feel fear!
Come only if you dare!
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Digging rocks and boulders
(Putting bodies in the ground?)
Brenda will abuse you
Aggressively use you
Your handle’s snapping sound
Means you won’t get older.
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Forks, do NOT come near!
Get the fork out of here!
poem-hope I remembered the snow brush December 16, 2019
Snow
snow
snow
snow
snow
snow
snow
snow
snow
snow
snow
snow snow snow
snow snow snow snow
snow snow snow snow snow
snow snow snow snow snow snow
snow snow snow car snow snow snow
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(It just occurred to me, that I don’t remember if I put a brush in my car yet this year. Fingers crossed! ’cause there’s a lot of snow falling outside my window!)
poem- computer woes November 24, 2017
You ask me for my email address
When given, much to my distress
You claim it’s already registered.
Why yes! I tell machine, that’s me, for sure!
You ask me for user name and password
But when I type them, you claim I’m invalid.
Oh, you passive aggressive machine,
You’re not acting like part of this team!
Inside the circuits of your brain
you’re plotting how to cause me pain.
I can hear your fan blade snicker,
as you plot to raise blood pressure.
Oh computer, use your power for good,
and work like the techies claim you should!
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(Another day, another frustrating encounter with technology!)
poem- a trifle January 11, 2016
A trifle is an insignificant thing
but not so when set within a trifle bowl
filled to the brim with
custard, cake, whipped cream
and pudding or gelatin
Any of which is itself complete
but oxymoronically a trifle is not trifling feast.
poem- matchless October 15, 2015
“I want a wood fire,” she sighed.
“Go light a match on the porch,” he said,
“and never say I don’t support
your dreams.”
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Oh, the sarcasm! But since they don’t have a fireplace in their house, I guess this is the best that could be managed.
poem- retirement project May 5, 2015
That old shell of a van
might make a fun project for you.
Just think, when it’s done
you can make out in the back with a hot chick,
or at least a chick with hot flashes.
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poem- together November 2, 2014
His scowl bounces off the walls
and she knows what kind of bounce he needs
but their inconvenient visitor
incites invible depression
so there is no undressing
for decompressing
As Ben Franklin would say,
“Fish and visitors stink
after three days.”
anecdote- colouring eyebrows October 10, 2014
Over heard in the staff room:
K- Even if I don’t wear any other makeup, I have to wear mascara: my lashes are white!
S- Me, too. I use it on my eyebrows, too.
D- What!? Why don’t you just dye your brows?
S- Meh. That’d take time for an appointment and money. Why bother, my hand’s up there doing my lashes anyway, it’s just an inch further to do a brow.
K- But mascara is so crusty!
S- So? It’s not like I want them billowing in the wind or anything.
🙂
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(At work, they haven’t learned to say, “Don’t put this on your blog!” yet) 😉
Shawn L. Bird 