Poetry

Elegance Grace and Silliness

by Tubby

Elegance Grace and silliness

Three of my favorite things.  This painting by  Sherrie smith   hangs on the wall behind where I sit. The Artwork  supplies the Grace and Elegance.  I supply the Silliness

( Poem Below)

The Swan

I read somewhere the Queen owns every British swan

 probably to stop the English eating every one

Swans are graceful elegant, quite tasty it would seem

but if you get caught eating one you will feel the wrath of Queen

For  recipes for cooking  Swan you must refer to Geese.

Don’t do it.   Less  your head gets chopped off   (just above the knees)

Honest Dog

by Tubby

Dogs are  very very honest you never see pretence.
You rarely see Chihuahuas leap a 10 foot fence

You always find Dalmatians that wear a spotty coat
never ever seen one looking like an elephant or goat.

Bulldog, Dog, Animal, Pet, Play, Playful

A poodle never ever dress up to look like a great Dane
For poodle love that poodle look, so poodles look the same.

Dogs are true and faithful and never tell you lies
If they have plans to bite you – they tell you with their eyes

If doggy wants to love you, it tells you with it’s tail
They never care just who you are, or rich, poor, strong or frail.

A Wonderful Surprise

by Tubby

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I still remain quite handsome, although I’ve lost my teeth.
My head remains most elegant, to my personal relief
my hair remains a golden dowdy, though, refreshingly brief.

I’m best described athletic, slim and tall, gyrate
with an agile, bouncy, if not slightly hobbled gait.

With a coloring of eyes that make a blue sky look quite wrong.
I smile just like a sunrise, that lasts the whole day long.

With intelligence and an IQ that double figures match
and Wittiness so lightning fast that few can ever catch

My integrity’s  unquestioned my honesty’s intact
I can’t be bought without hard cash, and that’s a well known fact.

I smell like fresh spring flowers, I’m simply  a wonderful surprise.
You never ever catch me exaggerating, telling fibs, or lies.

That’s life

by Tubby

Life is absorbing time, it does it all the while
It de-radiates confusion then stuffs it in a pile.
And when the pile gets bigger, the birds begin to sing
“we are absolutely positive concerning everything”
But old Owl was not happy, he was not where it’s at.
He was not sure that he might die. Time took care of that.

owl

The Eulogy was spoke  next day, up on a piece of wood
and Crow began the Eulogy “Owl tasted pretty good ”.
“Old Owl was far to clever”. . Then Crow recalled the time
that Owl invented colours quite simply in his mind.
and all the creatures in the world, intelligent, or wise
could never see what Owl had seen, not even with their eyes.

The Kajabbi Raindrop

by Tubby

When clouds build as the day grow long      
and the morning sky of blue is gone,
glass bottom clouds turned darkest gray
top-most silver peaks have fade away
and hiding where the sun can’t play

rain

When the last of silver pinnacles have sheltered from the sun
when breeze moves in and distant groans begun.
It’s time to turn and face the evaporating blow
and tastes the essence of every life and plant that grow
Each and every sense dissolved into a single aromatic show.

Now is time to taste and savor every creature, outcrop, trees and all
embrace the plants and shrubs exploding at the approaching fall
and always room to track and follow as rain clouds weave toward
in space as open as the sky . . The wettest raindrops in the world.

I wrote this poem several years ago  when the earliest forewarning of the incoming storm  cut the power off  .   .   I sat dry under the Veranda of The Kalkadoon Hotel and penciled my thought on some paper.