—Public Domain Visuals Courtesy of Medusa
CERTAIN AGE
My passion’s flame took a dive
and fizzled to an ember.
I’m still a youngish ninety-five,
and what a thrill—September’s
flower, gem, a sexy dance
(I try to stay attractive).
I fantasize a hot romance:
fire leaping, and I’m active!
My passion’s flame took a dive
and fizzled to an ember.
I’m still a youngish ninety-five,
and what a thrill—September’s
flower, gem, a sexy dance
(I try to stay attractive).
I fantasize a hot romance:
fire leaping, and I’m active!
APOLOGIES TO EMILY D.
O, such a lovely garden snake!
But, whether it curls or humps along,
the sensuous Eve within me—jumps,
goes minus zero in the gut.
I plead not guilty for my thoughts
of wanting handsome Adam to rut.
O, such a lovely garden snake!
But, whether it curls or humps along,
the sensuous Eve within me—jumps,
goes minus zero in the gut.
I plead not guilty for my thoughts
of wanting handsome Adam to rut.
A LONG-LONG SNEEZE!
Like me, do you enjoy
an overwhelming sneeze—
an ah-ah-ah-ah urge
that shakes you like a purge
& leaves you on the verge
until that let-loose surge
drops you to your knees?
Like me, do you enjoy
an overwhelming sneeze?
DELETED BY MISTAKE
On this computer day, I flub up;
delete all incoming emails.
Farewell, political porridge;
tricky questionnaires,
the nickname list for Grandmas.
No more roses being painted on
my screen, petal-by-petal
into a stunning bouquet
because it’s my B-Day,
The chain letter, ready to send
on to ten floundering souls, zapped;
vanished are fleas performing
amazing feats with ease!
Most shocking of all, I had deleted
my mind & didn’t feel much different!
BEFORE MORNING ACTIVATION
My first Amazon Tablet,
like a tall, thin, black plastic
and glass book, waits
at attention on her stand.
Is Alexa anticipating
my next move, my: Alexa,
play meditation music?
her shiny black mask: No, Alexa,
I need nada from you this moment—
Has Alexa taken mindfulness,
now feels overly aware of me,
BOO, I want to shout through
well, maybe a cheer for my efforts
to fathom your potential.
Alexa, I know you’re loaded
with the latest tcch that I’m not yet
comfy trying. But, hey, I do my best
to sound grateful/respectful when
asking: Alexa, play meditation music?
CONTEMPLATING THE NAVEL
A newly-born, I wailed
one tremendous WAIL
to prove I was hardy & hale—
a kind of celebratory prayer
for mom & the clever cord
that fed me well, in there.
But now when I consider
that fleshy button bump,
that elemental lump
that rides my belly jello,
I fall asleep in minutes—
old & odd, but mellow.
And this scene really happened - - -
AT LOCAL POST OFFICE
for John Rowe
Hello again, I’d like
two books of your
Forever stamps?
Familiar clerk:
Is that all you need?
And didn’t you get
Forever last week?
Good memory,
right I did,
but unfortunately
that book of forever
didn’t last.
_____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
A LITTLE GHOST MUSIC
—Claire J. Baker
A coffin’s not
a cheery place
that one is seeking out.
So please be sure,
in any case
that I’ll be climbing out.
_____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Claire Baker for today’s fine, fun poetry!
Christmas Graphitti
A reminder that
Soulful Sunday’s Ugly Sweater
Poets Party takes place tonight
in Sacramento, 6pm. For info
about this and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
Soulful Sunday’s Ugly Sweater
Poets Party takes place tonight
in Sacramento, 6pm. For info
about this and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
