—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of Nolcha Fox
FRENEMIES
They tussle, play.
They growl, show teeth.
I never know which side I’ll see.
I come close apprehensively.
They growl, show teeth.
Dominance, or take a bite.
I come close apprehensively.
I open doors, they take their fight outside.
Dominance, or take a bite.
I never know how they will act.
I open doors, they take their fight outside.
Instead they tussle, play.
They tussle, play.
They growl, show teeth.
I never know which side I’ll see.
I come close apprehensively.
They growl, show teeth.
Dominance, or take a bite.
I come close apprehensively.
I open doors, they take their fight outside.
Dominance, or take a bite.
I never know how they will act.
I open doors, they take their fight outside.
Instead they tussle, play.
A COFFEE-COVERED MESS
I spilled the beans,
and now you know
that I cannot be trusted,
unless you want
the town to know
your innermost
darkest secrets.
We should cancel
coffee until
you make up your
sweet mind. Do you
want a friend or
a publicity agent?
I spilled the beans,
and now you know
that I cannot be trusted,
unless you want
the town to know
your innermost
darkest secrets.
We should cancel
coffee until
you make up your
sweet mind. Do you
want a friend or
a publicity agent?
CONSTIPATION
My brain is stuffed with steel barbs.
My thoughts are stuck together.
Perhaps a squirt of laxative
will move my stools of words.
My brain is stuffed with steel barbs.
My thoughts are stuck together.
Perhaps a squirt of laxative
will move my stools of words.
TOO BIG
His comments are too ponderous.
The floor sinks under his great weight.
His words are too imponderable.
He can’t explain just what he means.
The floor sinks under his great weight.
He leaves imprints in concrete.
He can’t explain just what he ate.
Soon he won’t fit through the door.
He leaves imprints in concrete.
His words are too imponderable.
Soon he won’t fit through the door.
His hugeness is too ponderous.
His comments are too ponderous.
The floor sinks under his great weight.
His words are too imponderable.
He can’t explain just what he means.
The floor sinks under his great weight.
He leaves imprints in concrete.
He can’t explain just what he ate.
Soon he won’t fit through the door.
He leaves imprints in concrete.
His words are too imponderable.
Soon he won’t fit through the door.
His hugeness is too ponderous.
GRIEF IS FATTENING
Grief sits at the table.
Her chair collapses.
Could it be the chocolates
or cheesecakes
or pancakes she
eats at every meal?
My heart is hollow, she cries.
The rest of her bulges,
she might capsize.
Grief sits at the table.
Her chair collapses.
Could it be the chocolates
or cheesecakes
or pancakes she
eats at every meal?
My heart is hollow, she cries.
The rest of her bulges,
she might capsize.
BETTER TO LOSE SOME MORE
Her front is facing toward old age.
Her behind’s stuck in chocolate cake.
She can’t return to what she lost.
A tummy tuck and gym are what
will keep her thin instead of dead.
Her front is facing toward old age.
Her behind’s stuck in chocolate cake.
She can’t return to what she lost.
A tummy tuck and gym are what
will keep her thin instead of dead.
PAIN IS A SKINNY BITCH
Pain refuses all her food.
Nothing tastes right anymore.
Her sunken eyes suggest
she’ll die. She’s looked
this way forever.
Pain refuses all her food.
Nothing tastes right anymore.
Her sunken eyes suggest
she’ll die. She’s looked
this way forever.
HEARTFUL
My heart remembers everything.
Every cell retains remains
of love, of pain, of joy.
No matter if the details dim,
or distractions cloud my hours,
each beat of heart,
each rush of blood
is full of life I’ve lived.
My heart remembers everything.
Every cell retains remains
of love, of pain, of joy.
No matter if the details dim,
or distractions cloud my hours,
each beat of heart,
each rush of blood
is full of life I’ve lived.
Am I the only one
who sees that grass
is green for rolling downhill,
lakes reflect the cloudscape
so we can jump
into the sky?
who sees that grass
is green for rolling downhill,
lakes reflect the cloudscape
so we can jump
into the sky?
THE BEST EVER
The best that could happen
would be no aches or pains,
gloriously good health,
and to never die.
And to find a Mercedes Benz
in the driveway.
I might eventually
decide against eternity,
but I’ll keep the Mercedes Benz.
The best that could happen
would be no aches or pains,
gloriously good health,
and to never die.
And to find a Mercedes Benz
in the driveway.
I might eventually
decide against eternity,
but I’ll keep the Mercedes Benz.
Today’s LittleNip:
A CHILLY AFFAIR
—Nolcha Fox
King Penguins live in frigid climes.
Pairs love each other for a season.
They share their egg, and then their chick,
And toast joy with some snogging.
______________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Nolcha Fox for today’s heartful poetry, and for finding the photos to go with it!
A CHILLY AFFAIR
—Nolcha Fox
King Penguins live in frigid climes.
Pairs love each other for a season.
They share their egg, and then their chick,
And toast joy with some snogging.
______________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Nolcha Fox for today’s heartful poetry, and for finding the photos to go with it!
Fox in the afternoon sun~
—Public Domain Photo Courtesy of Medusa
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Los Escritores Del Nuevo Sol
will present featured readers
tonight in Sacramento, 7:30pm.
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.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
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