Typo | Cattail Jester
Set of words and letters
that don’t add up, simply
an unfortunate misspelling
when I could have added
up so something more.
They will say, “If only his
A had been in a better place
or for the love of B.”
humor poems
Eating for Two | Ryan Quinn Flanagan
They made a video
on the computer
so it was official
where he broke the seal
in perfect Freudian fashion
and drank down both flasks
of champagne
and she pronounced that she
was eating for
two
and it was the best way to find out
that a few of the good ones
were making
it.
Predicted | Malcolm Gould
They predicted the end of our civilisation
giving the date for an ancient prophecy
Nibiru would collide with earth foretold
but this did not happen society goes on
they were not deterred they got it wrong
so another date was rapidly to us given
no doubt that moment may well arrive
as it gets harder in this society to survive.
A large planet said to be in the solar system
all the stars in thousands of years aligned
an expert said our time was really ended
yet here we are into another perilous week
as tornadoes earthquakes and volcanos erupt
at an increasing and unprecedented ferocity
unrest and violence unfolds before mankind
many apocalyptic scenarios are defined.
A catastrophic event will overwhelm us eventually.
More at http://www.malctg.wordpress.com.
Counting Stipples in the Stucco | G. Louis Heath
I recline all the way back on my levered
Lounger to do what I do best: count stipples
In the stucco overhead. When I enumerate
Those raised dots thronging toward infinity,
I feel empowered on my leatherette seat of
Sovereignty. Turn off your TV, slam shut
That book, throw away that sugary treat, and
Lean back. Try to clear your cluttered mind of
All your daily woes and cares. Take a census
Of all the Lilliputian denizens of the stucco on
Your ceiling. Free your soul of all the dark angst
That blights your spirit like a stopper in a drain.
Nibble | Edgar Law
What started as a bite
has become a full meal.
What began as a light
pricking sensation has
become entirely pins.
A slow chew has become
furious movement, grinding
teeth, the fervent work
of grandmother’s teeth
chewing a plug of tobacco.
Lost an Ocean | JD DeHart
Oh, dear. It seems I have lost
an ocean.
While coloring. There is an entire
expanse here I have rendered in a rustic
green and burning orange-brown.
I believe there is a body of water there.
But what is it?
My lack of traveling feet has led me
to create a super-continent today.
More at https://jddehartpoetry.blogspot.com.
Mission of Resetting | Cattail Jester
Once again I wake
into another time
with movements
of the clock missing
so I find myself asking
why I buy so many
clocks in the first place.
A Poem | Ananya S. Guha
Poems in cheese
burgers grease
my poem is in the
making
of a big cake baking
Chinese noodles
and all that is doodles
poems of spinach and farms
and long long yarns
poems that appear in custard
and dry mustard
have you heard of poems
served on platter
as mad as a hatter
I found a poem oily
like raw raw jelly
a poem in a basket of orange
in a golden red melange
this is a poem witty
and I’m not nutty.
Rome in a Day | Edgar Law
They say Rome wasn’t
built in a day, which may
explain some of the cracks
in my foundation.
Please be patient while I’m
under this construction.
Wedding Song | Stan Morrison
Open up that bottle of Barola
for the wedding of Mike and Lola
I should just stick to Coca-Cola
is this stuff butter or is it Mazola
Grandma spent her own mazoola
cookin her famous pasta fazoola
at the reception let’s all dance a hula
the couple plan to move to Missouila
Val-der-ree, val-der-ra
chechanee, chechnee’ya
check-nee-aha-ha-ha-ha-ha
my nap snack’s going back