The Dish Twas Fish

Hook, line and swimmer

Said the sailor seated ashore

For the bait out flung deep

Did pull like fate’s damned tour

Twas a free floater

Twas a clam unchained

Twas health and hale

Twas–now, never the same


Yet while it was

So valiant it flopped

Though beyond the mare

Its strives ner did stop

Yet Fisher hearty did

with heave and hoe

Reeled the line stiff

Yankin the piscine foe


So to shore sent

Flew the fry to be gutted

Suspended as flame lent

Savory succulence encrusted

Hook, line and dinner

Remarked Fisher belly rotund

Twas ere a tasty delight

Twas–now, barely a burp resound

By All That is Holey and Swiss

Vir et arma mihi cantanda erunt, sed o musae, caseum hoc est bonum!

–Marciel Atopodmas,  Quid Caseus Desiderium Tuum Est?

By all that is holey and swiss

 

Oh have we lost our whey

censured as cheddar charged

cheese blued into the fray

string ascended, feta barged


Deranged thoughts fired fly

as chutes provolone puffs drift  

yet thoughts interjected vie

thus poofs err down swift


With this cerebral hall assailed

Neurons electric rage with ire

against tyrant tyros derision veiled

velveeta bathing the ivory spire


Yet the bulbous light doth shine

defying mozzarella balled forth

for within its glow eurekas opine

thus cheese falls rendered dwarf


baybels ascend walls grappled

katanas bared they snack in

but  the waxed ninja are mangled

as the mind’s shifting gears spin


as white sticks glide over

thoughts brave arise

interjections opposing

cogitating the whys


We wanted to speak

letting ideas lofty contend

But the Limburger’s out

now souls tormented wend


But even held in the brie

thoughts aspire, affirming

for hope is only delayed

as the mice, the mice are coming! 

Sleepy Music

With a rhythmic ruse

Doth my gentle muse

my set focus skews

as a poem she cues

 

thus stanzas here ooze

as verses she doth fuse

shaping shiftly the hues

shadows glistening she brews

 

thus when I wish to snooze

with thoughts flowing doth she abuse

her poet dear, sleep she doth excuse

but with discordant verses she imbues

 

So with coffee, ideas will amuse

as a shy vimful lyric accrues

Sleep feints, as rhythms perfuse

thus nightly the fight continues . . .

So Poet Wonder

 

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A fire burned, cauldron fright

A world yearned, raging might

A mind turned, thinking bright

Yet a law spurned, destroying light

 

For it was night, the poet amused

In the darkness, ideas livid enthused

They screamed lunacy, such laws accused

Disconcerted, ideas vivid slept unused

 

Poet lies bemused, haltered arts stay

Vibrant in darkness yet dim during day

Stary, the muse sings , a nightly fay

Guiding her poet, in her lunar sway

 

Thus poet stray, these laws not hold thee

Dive, stroke hard against that strifeful sea

Moon above, create, let worlds witted be

Sleep is for the mourning, so dry that coffee

See, These Ships Sink

These ships are sinking, we must find a shore secure

Sure, these boats have carried us as is known in lore

Yet these husks are rotten, brim ragged of holes

Sending these sculls to depths, drowning all clinging souls

 

So save our souls, in a meaning clear

Amend our ardor, truth without smear

Rescue our reason, rend rectitude right

Salvage our spirit, redeem us from the trite

 

On these waters, we words once meant something

Yet these swells of culture were sadly perverting

So on these oceans of life, new words must sail anew

For under these depths, we must sleep dead, there accrue

Busy by a Bee

Arrested by imbued grandeur’s glands 

As by a buzz I was stung you see

Nerved to rave, weaving strands

worths verbose, all this by a bee


For that fury desired for me

To write in a wry array

That pollen packer set free

That which would stay


Dear Apis aptly, stare 

See melius melior be

Yet for chap’s sake fair

Leave me instigation free