Indentations
Composing a little more bad poetry
Sloshin’ down some so-so wine
No, no, no, really sweetie,
I’m doing just fine
But
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh my goodness: honey, sweetie, baby
Has blown out her dancing shoe!
Each of us finds our own true path
To find ourselves on the far safe shore
Some will take just a little bit
Others have to forsake a whole lot more
Yet
Rugs are shag
Couches are velour
I most sincerely hope
She’ll dance with me some more
Though
Lots of skin are brown
Some skins are pink
What matters is what’s inside—
Wouldn’t you say that’s what you think?
Then
Inks are black
Pages are sorta off gray
Truth is in the bias of the beholder—
What else should one say?
Maybe
Skies are blue
Grasses are green
Y’all the sweetest cher
I ever have seen!
Wanna dance?
Franklin Fenerdy Fitzpatrick
Franklin Fenerdy Fitzpatrick
Always has a lot on his mind
Franklin Fenerdy Fitzpatrick
Is often sweet and frightfully kind
Franklin Fenerdy Fitzpatrick
Comes from good Southern family stock
Franklin Fenerdy Fitzpatrick
Daily chases that dammed mouse up grandfather’s clock
Franklin Fenerdy Fitzpatrick
Isn’t the best judge of Momma’s cuisine
But Franklin Fenerdy Fitzpatrick
Is the best huntingest dog ya ever seen
Time Tells
Four o’clock
Can’t make up my mind
Was it a real invitation
Or was she merely being kind
Shower and shave
Try to sort out some decent clothes
Then a little quick hour drive
Only to find a webbed heart truly closed
Beans kick off the show
Grab the nearest wag without her broom
Oh we poor dancers at the Hideaway
Especially the spinners without nearly enough room
Margharita or five
The night ends and all head for the door
Met a new krewe from down Maurice way
Maybe next week Wayne might come out and hit the floor
Twelve o’clock
Midnight finds me home safe again
Again the night’s music has been very grand
But those darlin’ ladies’ smiles made the best refrain
T’isn’t A Wise Way
The diaphanous dress glanced
And took to the dance floor,
So our sad lad took up her hands:
As joy flooded his heart once more.
Another faulty spin led to distress—
Trying to impress, he upskirted her dress!
T’isn’t a wise way to woo.
Then to counter the horror
Our lad went to handish moves,
But his attention was not as one behooves:
And an errant elbow caught her flat in her nose!
T’isn’t a wise way to woo,
As one would suppose.
Calamity!
Distress!
Unblinking awfulness!
Even after that waylaid dress!
Which t’isn’t a wise way to woo:
Man, I’m telling you….
Two Oh Two Four
The long year waddles
To the very last day
Affording the chance
For last things to say.
Forgive this poor observer
His bias and error
As he opines away
Without favor or terror.
The political ilk loom forth
Without offer of joy or riches
{if you ask me they’re
All nasty tons of itches}.
Health is still passable
We can see, hear, and do math;
And toilet with the best
Without resorting to a cath.
Monies in the bank,
All bills paid on time,
Even some left over
To pay those that aren’t mine.
Love life on pause—
Ain’t that the way—
Chasing hearts of gold
Was for a younger man’s day.
But Mardi Gras looms
Along with saints Valentine and Patrick,
But I again fail at church
Being a committed lapsed catlik.
And Spring will slide into Summer
As birthdays will resurface
With presents, drink, and cakes
As the pounds adhere as surplus.
But now comes year Two Oh Two Four:
Hope for life you’re ready for more!
So lift up your glass: rum, champagne, or beer;
Let’s all be awesome this latest new year!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
A veces mis vacas
A veces mis vacas
les gusta bailar contigo
A veces mis vacas
les gusta estar conmigo
A veces mis vacas
les gusta andar a su casa
A veces mis vacas
les gusta la tabula rasa
A veces mis vacas
les gusta la feliz navidad
A veces mis vacas
les gusta <opposable thumbs>
too bad
A veces mis vacas
les gusta cantar con la senora gaga
A veces mis vacas
les gusta una abundancia de nada
Mis amigos y mis vacas
donde estan mis maracas?
Mis vacas y mis amigos
Buenas noches y adios!
–with humble salute to La Senora Mann and La Senora Mooney who tried to teach me Spanish at Isadore Newman School. Any and all failure was mine; they were great!
Dance Floor Moves
This loving you from a distance
Really is working out for me;
We can dance our little dance
Then I get home to ice down my knee.
Trading trembling glances
Sizzling across the dance floor—
May be my pet fantasy
While your sweet smile makes me crave more.
Yet, happily ever after
Tis another’s joy to be,
But these little moments of you
Will be quite just enough for me.
Misspent
This one’s different. You’ll have to work out the words and the rhyme. Enjoy with a friend!
I hven’t the rords to rhme
in theis bucket of misspent time
hoping for coquetry
i’be resoted to poetry
not so messy this night
anyway she left inspite
of promises for forever
crushed under the sublime and the clever
words spoke in jest
why is evething a test
cacoggrafie isw such fun
so is staring at the sun
but wouldn’t recommend
with dar glasses and cane to contend
twood rather dance til dawn
but the glass is full drawn
and we ought sleep
nite [bleep!]
Falling
The words hung, then slid from the page
Joining the others crumpled on the floor;
It just no use, might be a factor of age,
But the grey beard couldn’t poet anymore
Seems True Love had laughed yet again—
Engineering a new broken heart.
Wishing, hoping for a different fate,
He now rued that he bothered to start
Never her fault, but of course seldom his,
Lovers’ dark lies ever held so tight;
Would, could he ever trust a true miss
And finally to see in a Real Light?
Love comes silent, daring to be seen,
Some say it’s takes raw nerve;
His fail, all saw coming, new and keen,
Chortling around the yawing curve
Blue crabs pirouetted, singular,
With a balcony view for our repeat loser;
Patty cake patty cake three bags full,
He fell for a pretty face and chose her.
Pen to page, heart to full open;
It was all his own foolish fault,
But far away over heartbreak lake
True Love flitter flies to a better vault
Crumpled pages find the bottom of the old barrel—
Patty cake patty cake: a fourth bag in which to dare well
Kitt
pueriles 