If I had one wishI'd be a fishI'd swim the seaand make a splishIf I had one otherI'd make a brotherWe'd splish aroundWith one anotherIf a third would comeI'd make a mumTo make us smileWhen we were glumIf a fourth were hadI'd make a dadTo keep us safeFrom all that's badThen out we'd set, and swim all fourSkimming above the ocean floorFrom coast to kelp to shell to shoreAnd skip and play forevermore  

A wang-wang-pede rose from 'neath the seaAnd sclobbered towards the beachOn seven and twenty tenticlawsWith a retching craw-craw screechHe flared his squinty nostrilsThen snapped his clack-clack beakHis tenticlaws grabbed man and childAnd he slapped his glob-glob cheeksSoldiers came with their woof-woof gunsFired shots to schlump him deadBut they should have shot his flub-flub gutNot his hardy thick-boned headBescreeching...

Masterful Tony rode a masterful ponyThrough the streets of the small village fayreIt neighed and it brayedAnd clip-cloppity swayedWithout worry, nor hurry, nor care.Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onionsAnd threw it on Tony's young backThe pony cried and it triedto maintain its fair strideBut collapsed down to earth with a smack.Said Masterful Tony, “You stupid old crony”Your sack is too weighty and fullSo with...

I owe, I owe, I owe yes this I know How do I catch up?I don't know, know, know Can't you give me a break?not today, today, today But I don't understand why my bill is so highIt's because you haven't paid, paid, paid I fell on hard times, can't you helpI lost my job, job, job I just made a payment you shut me off anywayI'm sorry sir it just wasn't enough, enough, enough How can my fifty dollars not be enough it's all I hav...

Each second in passing my mind conveys A shroud of shadows, a dreary haze To spry minds a distinction so stark A harbinger of an inevitable dark Though murkiness approaches, ever so near My vantage remains, abiding and clear Primordial clouds configuring from naught Contour into storms of renegade thought This ubiquitous flurry envelopes me so Chiding the worries calling below Hushed by lullaby, content at ease Unable to...

The subdued yellow glow of lampposts served as my makeshift milestones as I trudged down the road. Humidity choked the post-storm air. The storm had raged for hours; there had been reports of widespread flooding and destruction. Revealed in the now cloudless sky, though, were the vermiculite wisps of nebulae, a rare sight so close to the city. It was late, and I could not sleep, as my insomnia had become an all too common...

This poem is the work of myself and a fellow poet, who is the most random friend I have in many ways. Thanks for helping to write this one, B! #Respect Our world is filledwith plans and schedulesWe are all-consumedwith that inexplicable restlessness,longing and sadness.Hectic paces keep ustired and stressed,pulling us awayfrom everything that really matters Everyone has a calendarthat religiously they follow.But no one ha...

The purple pansies peer quixotically at me from their flower bedAn earthworm attempts to ignore my churning trowelToo close, a shudder with a side order of shriekDigging in my lovely little sunny gardenA bumble bee flits and flirts buzzily near my headWith a 'Huzzah huzzey, begone' I wield my garden fork ferociouslyI decimate the encroaching weed hordeFrom my lovely little sunny gardenThe conifers quiver curiously at my g...