On Her Ocean’s Shore

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bright shells fat with pearl

Yemanya sends forth bounty

give praise lest she go

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Creepy Caper Served Cold

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Slinky sliding, floor warm sticky.  Straight to my goal, aimed   Sounds of rocks on gravel almost deafening.  Room is dark, shadowy like Scooby Doo, when crew enters a place they have no business.  Fan on High, ’cause it’s way too hot.  Crawl sliding, middle of  bedroom behind fan; I stop.  Noise really is loud.  Prepare weapons.  Study victims.  Migdalia, her side, snoring like she’s fighting to breathe, but losing.  Next bed, Mary, mouth open like she’s yelling at ‘Dalia.  Toss my weapons into air.  About a thousand tiny pieces of paper land on them from overhead.  Watch them wake screaming, swatting.  They think insects.  I smile.  Every time they break something  in my room, I feel like swatting them.  Big sister revenge takes planning, maybe losing a night’s sleep; totally worth it.  We are way better at appropriate punishment than parents.  

Sugar That’s Way Too Spicy!

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Double dipped an index into the bowl

The taste pulled back is familiar

Once its possession was a heartfelt goal

But now it is only peculiar?

Hot sauce on grilled meat spicy

Your heat brought out my juicy

Aphrodite strutting feeling feisty

Only ours just wasn’t destiny

Crave ice water to wash it down

Dilute you from sense memory

Spicy turned bitter showdown

Don’t need to commit to a felony

Snatch up girdle, realign breasts

Hop down off high bar stool

Follow just what mind suggests

Sugar,  you’re now too old to play fool!

Tanka: A Sense of Summer

©2017 E. R. Smith

beasts abound landscapes

stretch tendons showcase trained brawn

animals sensing

recess, leisure, no cabins

sunshine hoist mood scads higher

 

Look Backward, Move Forward

gif from geocaching

©2017 E. R. Smith

Hopped up on the unicycle

cause there can only be one

Solo stunts hint, where you come from

Back and foreword trace a path around the mound

Hands in the air, eyes on the crowd

Revving up the speed, get ready for a flip

Run away skateboard had another trick

Coasted across one wheel, brought it to a halt

Threw that one right in the air, triple somersault

 

Catapult Platitudes

©2017 E. R. Smith

No time like the present was said to me

Ok you mean now, you mean..?

Time waits for no man was said to me

So I’m late you mean?

Seize the time was yelled at me

Held my lil ears, “Don’t know what you mean?”

These are dangerous times, was whispered

Perked up, “Hope I don’t get injured?”

Hard to talk about time to a child

Young minds catapult meaning so wild

Lose those platitudes remember their style