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  1. Elvis was Right

    by , September 16th, 2015 at 08:50 PM (The Green Lady)

    I had wanted to be the wolf;
    elusive, wily and mysterious;
    with an edge of danger about meó
    howling at midnight moons.

    But Iíve come to accept my true nature;
    jealous, suspicious and tenacious;
    with a nose for sniffing out verminó
    prone to sounding off
    and always on the trail.

    Updated January 29th, 2020 at 02:43 PM by Gumby

    Poetry , Poetry
  2. Man on a Stick

    A Limerick, inspired by SoNickSays' avatar:

    For a snack, Satan nibbled on Judas
    then ate Cassius, followed by Brutus
    he had ordered to go
    from Dante's Inferno
    while on holiday in the Bermudas

    Updated January 29th, 2020 at 02:42 PM by Gumby

    Poetry , Poetry
  3. Driver's Ed 101

    She was well into her fifties,
    when daddy ran her down
    on the road to enlightenment.
    Eighteen wheels of ignorance
    never leaves a pretty roadkill.

    There had been signs along the way
    of course, but they were hidden
    by the forest of family trees.

    Sounds of daddy, raging at the televison
    as Dr. King marched into history,
    blended with the aroma
    of mama's fried chicken in the kitchen.

    Every Sunday, the ...

    Updated January 29th, 2020 at 02:45 PM by Gumby

    Poetry , Poetry
  4. A Good Fight's Just Like an Air Freshener

    So we argued.
    And you were transported
    on high,
    by a cloud
    of seething testosterone.

    The Lord and Master days
    are gone.
    So climb down
    from your throne-
    it's a much shorter trip
    than you think.

    I promise you,
    the sight of your ex- servant
    on her knees
    before you,
    will be much better
    from down here.

    Updated January 29th, 2020 at 02:44 PM by Gumby

    Poetry , Poetry
  5. Pine Tree Lucidity

    For my dad, who just turned 83. Happy Birthday Dad!

    Pine Tree Lucidity

    Dad says his favorite dream place
    is beneath his old pine tree.
    While leaning back against the bark,
    he hears wind symphonies.

    I watch him from the window-
    his eyes closed, his face serene.
    His life-worn shoulders rounded,
    rough hands resting near his knees.

    There's a secret in his stillness,
    a something, I can't see; ...

    Updated January 29th, 2020 at 02:41 PM by Gumby

    Poetry , Poetry
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