Velvet black roses and snotty wet noses Worn out shoeses and stubby black toeses Alley cats fighting somewhere near a street Thunder and lightning and raining in sheets
Old humans trying to remember predictions Calamities of previous elections Those dusty dead flowers that forever bring Memories of bells that never will ring
When the dark dusk comes and the mists roll in When we're feeling deliriously thin We simply remember those miserable things And then sit smiling at droopy, wet wings
A love unrequited with chicken and noodles Served in weak broth with marinated poodles Cannibals ghosts gnawing bones of the dead Enemy skulls on a four-poster bed
Wangdoodles hopping over bent rail crossings Loud clanging bells and old ropes tossing Fearful winds howling and shutters a banging Broken windshield wipers, rotten fruit hanging
These are a smidgen of things we love not Nor wish them on other miserable sots But we just adore them, amor le bereft How so and why? They're all that we get.
That's such a playful piece, and I like your choice of words. And, it seems original. The rhyme and rhythm mostly work too, and you've managed to send up that old song from the Mary Poppins film too; by a bit of parody. I usually write ✍️ longer reviews, but it's my first read of any of your writing. And, I welcome "read requests"; on this site.
That's such a playful piece, and I like your choice of words. And, it seems original. The rhyme and rhythm mostly work too, and you've managed to send up that old song from the Mary Poppins film too; by a bit of parody. I usually write ✍️ longer reviews, but it's my first read of any of your writing. And, I welcome "read requests"; on this site.
I loved the honest tone in these words.
"Velvet black roses and snotty wet noses
Worn out shoeses and stubby black toeses
Alley cats fighting somewhere near a street
Thunder and lightning and raining in sheets"
The above lines. I liked a lot. You allowed the reader to feel your words and thoughts. I love how you twist the language. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
Haha ... haha ... oh to be deliriously thin and sipping marinated poodles. Cruella de ville would approve. lA lot of great and ironic imagery here:)
Posted 3 Years Ago
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3 Years Ago
After a while, bourbon & Tabasco becomes an acquired taste. Why should ironic imagery be any differ.. read moreAfter a while, bourbon & Tabasco becomes an acquired taste. Why should ironic imagery be any different? Thanks for the kind word, m'Dear.
3 Years Ago
Bourbon and tabasco ... I will have to give that a try:) Haha
Amazing Write - right there with Dr Seuss on Witt -
Loved "Old humans trying to remember predictions
Calamities of previous elections
Those dusty dead flowers that forever bring
Memories of bells that never will ring"
I'd Love to Meet You ... take a few Reads of my writings leave me some thoughts from that wittful mind of yours. Love Gary "Healing Star"
even the broken things can be better than nothing at all...
such a clever, amusing piece this is. Yes, we have a history of calamitous elections, for sure.
and those windshield wipers just never seem to wash away the messes of life that seem to pour down on us.
j.
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
We couldn't agree more, Jacob! Thank's for taking time to read such frivolity. :)
ahahahaha! love the humor .. love the sarcasm .. life sucks some times no doubt! looses the meter in V2 L1&2 ... chorus is off .. would really like this more if I could keep singing it to the tune .. just a wee bit more work would do it .. otherwise ... i am smiling and laughing at me own life's foibles in have read this .. my first read of the morning .. starts with laughter .. thanks for that Ufi! :)
E.
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
Haha! Yes, EN, you're correct. It doesn't follow the song after a bit. I knew I was doing it but .. read moreHaha! Yes, EN, you're correct. It doesn't follow the song after a bit. I knew I was doing it but couldn't help myself. Why? Well, everyone would be expecting it and I guess I was just feeling contrary or something. Thanks for reading, EN. It's been a while since I've posted anything after the spamming tsunami. You've brightened my day and revived a bit of the joy I used to have when coming here. Thank you for that!
4 Years Ago
you rebel you :))))))))) i'm sorry you had trouble with spamming ... so not cool .. glad your giving.. read moreyou rebel you :))))))))) i'm sorry you had trouble with spamming ... so not cool .. glad your giving it another go tho ... the Cafe' is overall a pretty fine place to sit and have coffee ;) keep the faith girl! see ya around i hope
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