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   THE PLEASURES OF FALL                                            

     The wind wafted  the neighbors smell

    Of autumn leaves and rival hell

     They do not make the slightest sound

    They slowly drift toward the ground

    The author’s mums are in its path

    To rest in eternal aftermath

 

   BEN AND ALICE

   Gabe looked down at the hounds on the floor                                       

   Now retired and resting indoor

   When they chased the hare on the slippery track

   They carried a number on their steaming back

   Jay saved them from certain demise

   Because Hannah gave him her caring advise

 

 

  AFTER DEATH                                                                        

  A coffin is a disgusting place 

  But a flame of gas is an embracing   space

  The disgusting place reeks of primal technique

  But the embracing space has a smell that's unique

 

 

AUTHOR’S NOTES

A spark of light caught my eye at night

It dealt with earthlings technical might                                      

I rose to fetch a blue writing tablet                                          

And a pencil from the plastic goblet                                        

I started with a list of deeds

Which I got from a file of leads

Starting with the common wheel

And ending with the space mobile

It wasn’t easy to find a solution

But I did arrive at a finite conclusion

I named this novel ‘Messengers from the Past’

With the main character being a snake-like outcast

 

   The Slum Lord

   The house is leaning at an angle                                              

    It’s not the time to take a gamble

   Support the structure with flagpoles and ties

   And put off a later major surprise

 

  The side of the house is washing away

   It’s time to act without delay

  Backfill the slope with sink, toilet and crumb

  To create the most perfect slum

 

  Say grace in the maze during your lonely supper

   While you feed your dog a crispy cracker

  God will forgive those who cheat and steel

  And enjoy the short time during your rotten meal

 

HOARDING

When does it begin?

When you were just a young fool

Or when you stole a neighbor’s tool

Where does it start?

With the tick tock of a clock

With a shapeless rock

Or with a large and glittery lock

How does it progress?

With the living room full of boxes

With a kitchen of melting waxes

With the bedroom filled with useless junk

And with the bath room sink covered with gunk

Who is in charge of this horrible mess?

That could be anybody’s guess

The dogs roaming around in the house

The rats feeding off a reeking dead mouse

The owner looking for hamburger meat

While the wife stepped in it with her clubfeet

What room is there left to scrutinize?

A ghost that is chasing giant house flies

The man of the house spilling his bottle of juice

The loudmouth woman, screaming abuse

Perhaps it’s only in the hoarder’s mind

When he is looking for something that he can’t find

Why is the hardest question to answer?

Because it’s a psychological craze

It could be a hammer to fill in a space

It could be a hose to hang on a hook

Or it could be a digger that the hoarder took

They may not have planned on it, but here it is

A psychological sickness that may never cease

They try to fight it but without avail

Let’s just go and get another pail

Or go to Ollie’s to get something on sale

That would be better than going to jail

 

CHRISTMAS 2012

Five days before Christmas in 2012

Santa was looking at toys on his shelf

The world will end on the 21 of December

But there was one thing that he couldn’t remember

Should he fly to Lapland to finish his work

Or should he drink whisky and ask his clerk

Perhaps he should travel to Indiana               

To avoid an unavoidable drama

He could work in town with a city dweller

Or he could hide on a farm in a country cellar

 

Santa looked at Donner then at Rudolf’s red nose

But their advice was a pathetic repose

They never heard of earthquakes and asteroids

But they noticed when Santa was blowing a noise

They nodded their heads and walked to the sleigh

To take the short trip to lovely Norway

Santa knows now that he is all obsolete

And he pulled up his latest spreadsheet

He stared at it in an unfamiliar gaze

Should he travel in the vastness of cyberspace

 

It’s a place with no chimneys and very few men

Where electrons float in columns of ten

The work would be easy in this atmosphere

But it would be painful for his nine reindeer

These are the thoughts that Kris Cringle has

As he seeks an answer in his obsolete space

At last, Santa came up with a splendid resolve

An idea that only fits into 2012

Sell the sleigh - keep the reindeer - rent a UFO

Stay above earth and shout Ho  Ho  Ho

 

 

Body Denied

 An old man sat on a rock by the by the beach

He tried but was unable to reach

The sock on a leg that he lost in a battle

While he sat on his horse on a western saddle

 

Dusk was taking over the sun                                           

While the man took another run

Trying to find the missing leg

But all he could see was a worn down peg

 

He tried to lean back on a missing support

While the angel of death signaled abort

It is time to meet your original maker

On the sacred grounds of about one acre

 

He moved from the rock to the sandy soil

Conforming to the angel according to Hoyle

Placing his life into the angel’s grip

Closing his eyes to take the long trip

 

But to the angel’s utter surprise

The old man’s soul was beginning to rise

It drifted toward the angel’s shape

Allowing the soul of the man to escape

 

The old man’s body disappeared in the sand

As the angel of death reached out with his hand

He had never before seen such a dramatic display

Denying the death angel his ultimate pray