Vacation

Gentle breezes softly push the bougainvilleas from side to side
Cane rattles as we pass; the trail is steep and narrow
So many colors below, blue’s, the ocean shines below
Laughter from behind as three small children try to pass
Finally we reach the sand, muffled surf seems to sizzle
Shouts greet us from the waters edge
Cold beer and old stories
The midday sun heats up the beach
But the thought of the clime keeps us here
The sun slowly settles in the west
We walk to the road and hail a cab
To the top road please
We eat and sleep
Gentle breezes softly push the bougainvilleas from side to side
Cane rattles as we pass; the trail is steep and narrow

M.E.T.

peaches

Panic

The darkness wraps around me
A cold blanket against the night’s uncertainties
Scents of woods and vegetation
Caress my nostrils
Rustlings in the fallen leaves, twigs that snap
Small whispers in the dark
That softly tell me, I am the intruder here
Branches break, my heart races
Fear! Yet nothing is there?
I run, darkness all around me
Whack, I fall to the ground
My head pounding with pain
I scream into the night
All fear forgotten
friggin tree
M.E.T.

fun poems

I Went to the DoctorI went to the doctor
all covered in bumps.
He said "you've got chicken pox,
measles and mumps."
He said "you've got whooping cough,
tetanus, rubella,
digestive dysfunction
from green salmonella.
"You've got halitosis
and elephantitis.
You've also got athletes foot
and laryngitis.
"You're covered with head lice,
mosquitoes and fleas.
You've even got pink-eye
and mad cow disease.
"What's more you've got cooties,
a cold and the flu,
but don't be upset;
I know just what to do."
He told me "I promise
this won't hurt a bit,"
then grabbed a syringe
like a barbeque spit.
He made me bend over
the seat of my chair
then plunged that big needle
in my you-know-where.
So now I'm all cured
of my cooties and fleas,
my whooping cough, measles
and mad cow disease.
He cured me of every last
sniffle and bump,
and now I'm all better
except for my rump.
--Kenn Nesbitt

My brother built a potent antigravity machine.
It runs on electricity and hi-test gasoline.
He sat in it and and turned it on and shot up to the ceiling.
Which took him by surprise and has him clamoring and squealing.
He's yelling like a maniac and pounding his device.
He's calling it some epithets I'm certain aren't nice.
I guess he should have given just a little more attention
to all the knobs and switches that he put on his invention.
Without a switch to turn it off, he's stuck up there, alas,
until the batteries are dead and he runs out of gas.
--Kenn Nesbitt

How Not to Play With Your FoodDon't play baseball with your Brussels sprouts
or tennis with tomatoes.
Don't play soccer with your succotash
or ping-pong with potatoes.
Don't play hockey with your hot dogs.
Don't go bowling with your beans.
Don't play racquetball with rump roast.
Don't play tag with tangerines.
When you're sitting at the table
just enjoy your mother's cooking,
and refrain from playing with your food,
except when no one's looking.
--Kenn Nesbitt