Drunk Monkeys + Keyboard

An ape
Escape:
Baboon
Saloon.

For Dad

You speak of new beginnings and end up shedding tears
As you recall God’s blessings upon us through the years—
That which you’ve heard and witnessed, which your own hands have touched,
The Word of God made human—Immanuel: God with us
And Jesus’ heavenly Father, who is our Father too—
In heaven we’ll see Him clearly; on Earth He gave me you.

Shared with: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2013/06/its-fathers-day-in-poetry-pantry.html

Aang can save the world

The airbender avatar Aang,
Teamed up with the rest of his gang
To bring life and rebirth
And save the whole earth
And if that ain’t enough, well then dang!

Morning Person

Yawwwwwwwwwn.
Fresh sunrise and I’m looking out the window
At the chirping birds all hopping
Like fresh popcorn in a kettle cooker.
I can smell the coffee brewing
And I’m skipping and slipping my feet down the stairs until I
Arrive at the landing,
Eat my toast with a touch of jam and butter
And I drink my coffee bitter
With a little bit of sugar added–
Maybe a cup and a half of sweet creamer
And a spoonful of sugar more,
But the moral of the story is that
I am an adult and I’m trading in my bunny slippers
For my sneakers with the laces;
Check my green and yellow braces
Picked to match the shoes
That I’m walking out the door as
The bus is here to take me for my
First day of school!

No Accident

She said it was an accident, but then
She couldn’t bear to let him take the fall;
They told her that she’d never move again.

Some actions are a consequence of sin:
He’d slammed her body up against the wall
(She said it was an accident but then.)

His eyes were glazed and he’d been drinking gin:
Her body hit each stair, a crumpled doll—
They told her that she’d never move again.

She swore off anything involving men.
But one man came along, so kind and tall—
She said it was an accident, but then…

He helped her find the Strength she held within
And steadily disprove the doctors’ call:
(They told her that she’d never move again.)

Two faithful years he cared for her and when
He asks to marry her she starts to bawl:
She said it was an accident, but then
They told her that she’d never move again.

 

For: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2013/06/verse-first-move.html

Ode to an Old Pole Dancer

She wears fifty stars, though none of them gold
And on a windy day she’s a sight to behold;
Her stripes all ripple like a choppy lake,
The eyelets whistle like a sharp intake–
And her cloth claps a round of applause.

Avant-garde-cado

He played the blues with a dash of cilantro,
He liked his drinks shaken and stirred with a gusto,
He had his way instantly, muy rapido, pronto!
Then he slowed, and stopped.  Lived life larghissimo.

I got the wind knocked into me

Rushing wind
Fills my lungs with life
Breath of God

When is slavery good?

“You’re gonna have to serve somebody.”–Bob Dylan

Join the jolly chain gang, where we jangle our chains;
Do a two step, a tango, or waltz for a change–
These chains aren’t restricting or constricting our feet,
They just hold the place where the heart and soul meet.

All your life you’ve been told that you’re nobody’s slave;
There’s no need to bow down, no need to behave
In an act of contrition or submission to any–
You should never sell freedom for one dollar or many,

Because slavery is wrong—no ifs, ands, or buts;
It’s a practice that’s vulgar and shameful and nuts.
Well, I am a slave and save for one small rebuttal
I’d say do away with this whole slavery muddle!

There’s only one case I know of where slavery is right
And it has nothing to do with being black or white.
IF your master is loyal and royally kind,
If he knows of your talents, your thoughts in your mind,

If he knows your desires better than you do,
If he gives you a hope and a future too,
If he’s perfect in all things, THEN and only then is it true
That slavery is better than freedom for you.

And that’s why I dance even though I’m in shackles:
In this bondage I’m freer than even the jackals–
My Master is gracious and giving and pure,
In His steadfast foundation my hope is secure.

I serve a great Master, actually He’s the best–
I dare you to put Jesus Christ to the test.
I’d love to have stitched on my funeral pall:
“A slave of Christ Jesus, like Timothy and Paul.”

Cherry Pie in the Sky

She liked to pick cherries,
I liked to drive cherry pickers.
Some say life is the pits;
That pit stop was our vicar.