Like a fast food joint --
gobble up and go away!
My wife's bird feeder. - Jeff Barnes
Saturday, April 5, 2025
Friday, April 4, 2025
Laughing Buddhas
The big black one
brings memories
of my fat black cat,
the gentlest pet
I ever had.
Four on a pop art poster
smile at me from the wall
as I sit on the couch and read.
One astride an elephant
reminds me not to be
fixed in place,
while the one on the dashboard
bobs his head to the music
as I drive down the highway.
Two sit on shelves
with their walking sticks
and bags of who knows what,
as they guard all my books
and various curios,
while the faux jade one
sits on the dresser
and glows in the dark,
happy to be a lodestar
who sees us through
the night. - Jeff Barnes
Thursday, April 3, 2025
Verse Things Waiting
I couldn't be a psychologist
because I'm the one who's crazy,
nor could I be a manual laborer
for I am weak and lazy.
I wish I had been born
a rich lady's spoiled black cat.
I'd love to be a ghost in a haunted house,
but I'd have to be dead for that.
I've worked at all sorts of jobs
but I never managed to fit in.
It might be nice to be a vampire
but first I'd have go get bitten.
I couldn't be an engineer or accountant,
a teacher, a doctor, or a nurse.
The only thing I am qualified for
is writing silly verse. - Jeff Barnes
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Turkey Buzzard
I thought you would have
noticed my approach but,
so absorbed were you in your meal
you didn't even look up
until I was almost upon you
and honked my horn,
catching an all too brief look
at the sweeping span of your black wings
and the redness of your comically menacing head
as you flew off to the side,
seemingly vexed at the interruption
rather than frightened at the prospect
of becoming roadkill yourself. - Jeff Barnes
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Mr. Costello and Winnifred
Mr. Costello
is completely yellow.
He's quite a mellow fellow
who plays the cello
and loves lemon Jell-O.
He fell in love with Winnifred
who is completely red
and has a level head.
The two of them wed
and eventually bred.
They had a daughter who was not yellow like Mr. Costello,
nor was she red like Winnifred.
She was orange instead,
but since orange has no rhyme
they simply named her Clementine. - Jeff Barnes
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