Beat Feet

NaPoWriMo Day 30

Zoom, zoom big ole’ honkin’ feet
I could care less what you ain’t

Saving water not at night
Getting what you want with a fight

Staying down on the flats so fast
You do desire me to last

Zoom, Zoom……….

From: Tinkle, Tinkle little car

Tinkle, Tinkle little car
How I wonder what you are.

Leaking oil every day
Having it your own way.

Going up hills real slow
I don’t want you any mo’.

Tinkle, Tinkle ……….


Language Games

NaPoWriMo Day 29

“Guten Tag Louise” from Jr. High School
Memories still remembered today
“Kumosta” I learned in the Philppines
during a wonderful six month stay.

Another trip to Okinawa
“sichi-sichi” is the order of the day
that’s just ordering a 7 and 7
said in a better sounding way.

With drink comes food from many tables
In Phoenix I had my favorite dish
“por favor” a “chimichanga”
so filling and… so delish.

A bus ride in a Korean city
didn’t care where it would go
이 버스는 어디로 향하고 있는가?
I was headed to the Demilitarized Zone!

(Korean = Where is this bus heading?)

Purple is the One for Me

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Purple shirts and purple ice cream
pomegranate in a passion fruit bowl
shades of purple in the ocean’s painting
sun’s reflections make purples more.

Slateblue shows with green abundant
framed with grasses greening hues
dog’s chew bone upon the driveway
his collar of a violet blue.

Cranberry frozen for bread making
eggplant nowhere to be seen
purples coming, purples going
while I watch the TV screen.

Energy in life’s endeavors
enhanced with one’s stability
reflective of ambitious goals
a favorite of nobility.

Purple people pursuing power
this is not a mystery
independent and creative
purple is the one for me!

Change is Man-Made

NaPoWriMo Day 27

From “Man with broken flashlight is… delighted!” My Confucius Saying at age 12.

Throughout their entire life
unemployment, divorce, and life situations
lost, tossed and turned life adrift
beaten into submission.

Life’s adversities constantly accumulated
with a soiled reputation
who has fallen from grace
trying to overcome obstacles.

From mother and father’s relationship
living in poverty, the look on his face
his longing is palpable
coming out of his pores, his walk, his voice.

immersed in a curious realm where compassion
their displays of unselfish kindness
completely unlike those he is accustomed to
experiencing on a day-to-day basis.

Why am I afraid to dance
I who love music and rhythme
why am I afraid to live
man is born broken, he lives by mending.

Oh Lenore

NaPoWriMo Day 26

From Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”

A midnight curious I nodded napping
some visitor tapping
only this and nothing more.

It was in December
each dying ember wrought
the radiant maiden Lenore.

Silken rustling
thrilled me – filled me
this it is and nothing more.

Hesitating I implore;
darkness there and nothing more.

Deep that darkness
I dream Lenore
merely this and nothing more.

My soul burning; soon again
this mystery explore,
my heart be still, ’tis nothing more.

With flirt and flutter
of days of yore
lady perched and nothing more.

This beguiling countenance
much I marvelled
though little meaning; little relevancy bore.

Sitting lonely nothing farther uttered
I scarcely muttered
my hopes have flown before.

Startled at the stillness broken
doubtless caught unhappy burden
dirges of hope melancholy
beguiling my sad fancy.

The velvet sinking ominous
grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt
engaged in guessing
eyes burned into my core.

Head on cushion’s velvet lining
but velvet lining
shall press nevermore.

Then air perfumed from an unseen censer
foot falls on the tufted floor
wretch I cried respite and nepenthe
from memories of Lenore.

Oh quaff this nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore
tempest tossed all undaunted
tell me, tell me, I implore…

Be that word our sign of parting.

Some People Just Don’t Know When to Quit

NaPoWriMo Day 25

To the tune of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”

Went hiking one day down old Grand Canyon way
I must have been suicidal
the boulders and brush proved to be way too much
wished I had my butt in a saddle.

The pathway was steep and the river was deep
took three hours to reach the bottom
three toenails were lost, only part of the cost
my feet felt like rigor mortem.

My boots were brand new, my feet felt like goo
my legs, they just quit a workin’
cramps wrapped me in pain as the clock ticked away
nine more miles uphill I was facin’.

The water we’d brought was gone every drop
three miles to get to a spigot
my back was so sore from the backpacking chore
thought they’d carry me out in a casket.

It was nine hours more ‘for I saw the front door
where food and drink was awaitin’
it was all I could do to untie my boots
due to cramps and all of the bleedin’.

The drive back home was a miracle I know
my clutch was a seventy-five pounder
a five hour drive and I was barely alive
as we rolled to the hacienda.

For three days and three nights I was a terrible fright
couldn’t walk or negotiate stairways
my frame of mind must be one-of-a-kind
I’m thinkin’ of doing a replay.