Category: Poem Bits

The old piano’s in the car
The carnival’s not very far
Life is fun — don’t you agree?
Won’t you come and follow me?

Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
What’s up, Doc?
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Where’s the clock? 

Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Pet my head
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
In my bed 

Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Living low
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Overgrow 

Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Missing teeth
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
What’s up, Keith? 

Down in front, beneath the shade
Were all the problems I had made
If I lived a life of take and give
I’d have more life to love and live

The life I live is mostly dark
I spend my summers in the park
Surviving mostly on my own
Without friends, I live alone

As the tide was rushing in
We hurried toward the Langdon tree
We didn’t know that water was
Just what we needed to be free
(Of sand and leaves between our toes
And random items up our nose)

I live within the gates of hell
But just inside the boundary doors
The environment is not that bad
It’s warm, but doesn’t make me sad
Though I often hear the Devil’s roars

How I got here? — hard to say
A year ago I woke up here
My life was mostly pretty good
I made a living chopping wood
And sometime ended with a beer

I’m guessing that the main cause was
The day I killed a random guy

The butter never spreads
    how it’s supposed to spread for days
I’m living in a cabin
     viewing through the muddy haze
Laverna said ‘my arms
     are trying hard to learn to breathe’
I looked at them quite closely
     there was nothing to believe

When the sky comes down to kiss the earth
Some are touched but unaware
It’s as if the devil were at hand
And angels occupied elsewhere

I’m living on a random road
Outside of town, but not that far
I can walk to several nearby shops
Or if I need to — drive a car

As I traveled down the rabbit hole, I saw three things that caught my eye 
The first was jewelry on the floor 
The second, locked and fastened doors 
The third, a burly woman busy guarding those who live inside 

I asked her “What’s the purpose of the jewelry and the doors I passed?
She said “The jewelry’s to distract”
“The doors are where we store our snacks”
“Plus some doors hold intruders that invade, but don’t retreat that fast”

“It all depends on why you’re here. To steal our wine, or drink our beer?”
“Or just to visit briefly, and go back to where you started from.”

More silly rhyming nonsense from maybe 15 years ago.

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Never-ending ever green
gentle silence nimble cream
moment lurking but a dream.

Comes from waters far below
where the deep beneath the flow
setting passage letting go.