*[ WSB ].
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven ;
All good children go to heaven.
When you get there, God will say,
“ Where’s that book you stole away ? ”
If you say, “ I don’t know ”
He will send you down below
Where everything is red hot peppers !
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven ;
All good children go to heaven .
When you get there, the angels say,
“ [ SchoolName ] children, right this way . ”
— Anon —
*[ WSB ].
Insurrection from depths how low ?
Consultations of martial law
With the guy from MyPillow® :
“ F, ” the rating of all,
From crack to CEO—
From cracks :
All the assholes you know .
*[ WSB ].
Airflow pipes and
Tom–Tom drums,
The rhythm becomes
Frenzy of cadenza
Between the beats of the bar ;
The tempo from the tactus
On which the accent rests,
Fast and slow the steps
Of metered feet :
Tango disco
Waltzing salsa
Jazzy jig
Bourrée ballet
The spirit testing limits
Almost breaks away .
*[ WSB ].
A Circus
he big tent buffers the empty skies
That remind of uncertainty and solitude .
Without the hijinks of clowns, wonder dies :
An alternate existence full of disguise .
In seats the gathering folk are glued ;
The big tent buffers the immense skies
That swallow the small workaday lives .
Nightly the calliope world is viewed :
Without flaming-hoop tigers, wonder dies,
All the sparkling costumes that mesmerize,
For onlookers thirsty for the magic imbued .
The big tent buffers the empty whys
Of sacred grounding or a roll of the dice .
Idling trucks wait for the show to conclude ;
Without trapeze and high wire, wonder dies .
So the circus goes up for a new town’s eyes ;
The humdrum welcomes a gay interlude—
The big tent suffers the endless skies :
Without a circus, I wonder what dies ?
*[ WSB ].
Microwave mapping,
Fireworks from a sky grenade :
The public clapping .
*[ WSB ].
New Year : New You
This Year,
[ All of the clichés ] :
Handplow, groundear
Nosegrind, mindgear,
Eyesprize, backwall,
Firefeet, shoulderwheel .
Keep thy gaze
On the golden square, not
Upon the devil’s ware .
Fist of Prayer
God’s Plan for Saving Woman . . . and Man
LoveGraceBloodWordFaithRepentance
ConfessionBaptismHopeWorkEndurance .
Church Children
Necessity in church of not peeping—
People are sleeping .
Little boy prays,
“Lord, if you can’t make me a better boy,
Don’t fret,
I’m having a real good time as of yet .”
Harold be thy name.
Life in a Jar
The jar lid barely fits
Due to the brimming contents,
The threads full of grit .
Golf balls, pebbles, sand,
And coffee grounds
Fill the space of life
The glass surrounds
Interstices packed
With objects small,
Tidbits about
The foremost golf balls .
There’s room to sort by import
Otherwise, you’ll come up short,
And, no matter how full
Your life may be,
There’s always room
For friends and coffee .
Pious People
The life strata in
Churches ; no matter
The demographic data .
Common :
Otherly love, gift to above,
Lordly vow, strength when down,
Hope for next, joy of text .
Bible Quiz
Brought to you by the letter “ Q . ”
Do not be partial to partial ;
Sum is better than some .
Not an Angel
In resurrection, death brings
Not a new host soldier with wings .
Paul writes of mystery :
It is not sleep that comes when we die
But change in the twinkling of an eye ;
A trumpet, then immortality .
Angels : not divine or human ;
Jesus | lower | tasted death for everyone .
Stay Hitched
The wedding knot coupling couples
Often binds not, becoming a slip knot,
The rigging loose for the marriage launch,
Half–Sailing into choppy waves and squall .
Seek thee a counselor, not a canceler,
And give the sacred vow a chance .
Valued Sacrifice
Great spirits in the drought :
Everything dying,
Comanche dancing for days .
She–Who–Is–Alone with buckskin doll,
| Features painted with berries,
With leggings beaded
And a belt of polished bone,
The head feathers brilliant blue |
A warrior doll : cherished possession :
The only remnant of ancestor shadows
Cast by the drought .
The shaman returns speaking of selfishness
And valued sacrifice as recompense
The ashes scattered to the four winds .
In the night sounded by the red–winged bird,
The girl sacrifices her beloved doll :
Morning bluebells
Sprang where ashes fell—
Rains came as well .
[ Of course ; superstition is unfounded . ]
*[ WSB ].
Tenuous the
One where your being merges
With another .
Hearts that frequent lofty monorails
Arch from frost to catch fiery comet tails .
*[ WSB ].
— Harry Dacre —
*[ WSB ].
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 