The Lippity Dip

Just there! Look fast!

Don't think and don't blink,

or else this one chance may just slip,

To catch a brief and fleeting glance

of the rare Lippity Dip.

What is that, you ask?

Why, do you not know?

My good friend, where have you been?

The Lippity Dip is a small clipper ship

that sales atop a small bean.

Oh, don't fret, my dear friend,

you heard right now just then.

Your ears, they are working just fine.

A ship, full and true, with ten sails well rigged,

On a bean in this garden of mine.

Alas, now it's gone.

The moment has passed.

The ship's sailed on beyond view.

I hope you could see it, the pride of bean ocean

(As I like to call my bean stew).

First in 9 months...I'm a bit rusty.

I have a friend called Tape Measure,

He's twenty-six feet long.

Not twenty-five, for some reason,

but whatever. On with the song.

My Tape Measure and I are bugs.

...Um...Buds. I meant. My bad.

And where I go he go there too.

And neither us be sa.d

This thing is getting out of hand,

my ode to Tape Measure...

'is what I get for starting late.

I go look for treasure. Now. I. Um...Yeah.

(Thank goodness this is a nonsensical poetry blog...)

Inconvenient Cheese

Oh, pickled cheese,

you aim to please,

but if you could,

don't make me sneeze.

Oh, peppered chips

in queso dips,

right down my shirt

your cheese just drips.

Oh, mustard swiss,

you are not bliss.

You make lunch break

a time to miss.

Oh, old bar joke,

you moldy bloke,

my humor sense

you just now broke......(because the joke is cheese....get it?....)

The Wild Hamster

Somewhere across the Western Sea,

beneath wet tufts of moss,

a wild hamster lies in wait,

his prey: an albatross.

Now you might think that bird too big

for such a little guy,

but wild hamsters know no bounds.

Some even learn to fly.

But albatross, for him, will not

be dinner on this night.

For now comes near a zebra goat

who's looking for a fight.

And oh, such battle would they wage,

that hamster and the goat,

if only they were not divided

by a four-foot moat.

The branch where once the bird did sit

is without bird once more.

The wild hamster sighs then walks

out to the grocery store.

Childhood: A Brief Look Back.

Oh little blade of grass,

you sound like a kazoo.

I've never owned a domino

That was the color blue.

I sometimes miss the simple bliss

Of Velcro on my shoe.

I nearly hurled in kindergarten

The day they made beef stew.

A Jumping Bean

A jumping bean:

It has no spleen,

Nor heart, nor lungs, nor throat.

But jump it does.

Why? Just because.

Don't let it get your goat.

A simple thing

Within the fling

Of life that's so amusing.

And so it goes,

Amongst the throes

Of this world, so confusing.

Little Jackie Finnigan

Little Jackie Finnigan loved to run and play,

up and down the mansion halls, just always in the way

of heads of state, of honored guests; and never did she halt

to say hello as room by room across the halls she'd vault.

Little Jackie Finnigan loved her family:

Her father, last great governor of such a fine city;

Her brother, the explorer, venturing beyond each bend;

And lastly, Adii Quinntoughin, her best and closest friend.

Little Jackie Finnigan, blessed, yet still so sweet,

Spent her summers walking through the city in bare feet,

Spreading laughs to young and old, while at her father's side,

Always keen to keep ahead, despite her meager stride.

And little Jackie Finnigan grew and grew until

the day she turned thirteen, when time, itself, for her, stood still...

She cried over her father's form, his blood caked in his beard,

And there before two hundred eyes, Little Jackie disappeared...

Jello with Fruit Haiku

Floating, stuck in time,

Immersed in a grave of sorts.

Its flavors not right.

A Serious Poem, #1: Is there a Heaven?

Is there a Heaven, a place in the sky,

A paradise waiting for us when we die?

A someplace far better than where we are now?

Where Good is the who, what, where, when, and the how?

If there is not, then what are we doing?

Trying to forget the days we are rueing?

Living for nothing, then going nowhere.

Just one more small voice getting lost in the air.

I just can't imagine that this here is it,

A place with no reason to live or to quit.

There has to be more, something that explains

Why beauty is wind-blown grassy white plains.

Or thin veil clouds hiding dazzling sky.

Or winds of assurance to wipe my damp eye.

Or freshness in scents that tickle my nose.

Or friendship, constant, though it comes and it goes.

It's beauty in ugly that makes no good sense

In this broken world where we long for past tense.

It's things often looked at but often unseen.

That give us a hint of a world not unclean.

And love. What is that? How came it to be?

That sickness, that goodness that bubbles in me;

That longing to share, that drive to do good;

That need of a touch, the hope that I could.

So I am convinced, there's more than we see.

A Good place of immortal community.

It's somewhere I can't see, but I can perceive.

And all just because I once chose to believe.

New Years Resolution

A difficult decision was my New Years Resolution.

But now I stand, firm in my choice, with solid constitution.

Success is sure, I have no doubt, no fear of retribution.

My goal, my friends, is simply this: to eat but one Fig Newton.