‘Something Unread(y)?’
‘Sad and amusing’
an e-book sequel to ‘Musing Unsaid’
and prequel to ‘Assuming Unmade’ by John
(SHERITRA’s PoetryLOG)
EMALE: SHERITRA@THE-SHERI-TREE.NET
My night thoughts strayed, what shall I do?
He answers “Gather, morning’s due.”
My petals fade what can I do?
He answers “Gather mornings’ dew.”
My leaves are dead what will I do?
His answer “Gather; mourning’s due.”
WED IN THE DOCK
TICK TOCK WENT THE CLOCK
CLICK CLACK WENT THE LOCK
ROCK THE COT AND STIR THE POT
COOK THE STOCK AND RID THE SCOT
TURN THE COIL THE STEW WILL BOIL
AS THE DOG HAS WET THE SOIL
THE LESS YOU TRY THE MORE YOU TOIL
SLATE THE CAT THE DISH TO SPOIL
SENSATIONS OF ADMISSION
A sensation of ascension sent scents of a tense scene;
Questions asked of a queer and a queen,
The Gold king answers: “Where’ve you been?”
Then close was her attention...
“Your majesty I’ve been away,
Your majesty I need to say,
Your majesty I had to play,
Your majesty I’m here today.”
He turned to look upon her and he gathered her reply
“Would it be too rude of me to ask the reasons why?”
“Your majesty I went away,
Your majesty I cannot say,
Your majesty I thought I may,
Your majesty, he was a gay.”
The king then turned to look away,
Not knowing neither showing much relief nor much dismay,
The queen was looking nervous and knew not if she should
stay,
The king then picking-up from her sensations of
admission.
GOD GAVE ME
God gave me eyes that I may see,
God gave me ears that I may hear,
God gave a heart that I might feel the beat that brings a
tear.
God gave me strength should my hand tremble in the fight
I fear,
A seed to plant, a fruit to peel, a cup of rain and a
daily meal
Should chance you need me here.
Come alive the merry month of June to bring a heartfelt
friend to me,*
In summer’s glory never should alone I have to be.
Company this mood to lift lest I become God’s still
unopened gift.
In two score years three did refuse me, love was much
denied.
I felt rejection pain and sad, was cold and terrified,
God’s gift helped me overcome as I was on my side.
Give me a hand
The Lord asked of Tom “Will ye give me a hand?
I’ve got troubles with curses and Vipers...”
Tom replied to the Lord “God me snake makes me bored,
and I’ve only had
one since in diapers.
Lord give me a hand, I can’t come I want two,
For a pair, I bet you would be Able,
And bugger the ring and the gui-tar
don’t sing
And I’m pissed with the mag on
the table.”
As the one hand he’d got, were better than not...
And ‘twas certainly better than gazin’
With his palm when he could, made a fit round his hood
And the feelin’ it gave were amazin’
So the Lord gave two women to Tommy the gun
To make up for the hand he was missin’,
They entered his room and they lifted the gloom
As they got on their knees to start kissin’.
Tommy sat proud as he spake up
out loud
To the twins that were eyin’
him up,
One angel were blonde and of her he were fond
But the brunette had signed the pre-nup,
So she stepped out her knickers and lifted her leg
So’s that Tommy
could give it a rub
But instead of him using his usual hand
He decided to probe with his stub.
Tom lifted his eyes, said “I’ve got a surprise
...It’s a very unusual toy,
Although I can’t feel it, it gives me a rise
And it’s something I think you’ll enjoy.
It spins and inflates, it’s
right bloomin’ great
And it’s something you’ve not felt before,
It pumps and rotates, it’s you’re best buddy mate
And the feelin’ you’re bound to
adore.”
Not that she knew when she’d entered the deal
The full nature of legal encatchment,
Her smile fell away to a serious look
As Tom took out
his robot attachment !
The pout on her face as It
clicked into place
Was enough to get Tommy excited,
Tom looked around, said “You next-” to the blonde
“-when it’s up you’ll be more than delighted.”
Facing the moments
What’s in a watch, the time or a clock?
Either could measure the truth.
How true is a ruler without a straight face?
Which movement can offer the proof?
Wait for a while for the hours on the dial
And the seconds will make up our days.
The minutes we tell of an accurate fact
May be told in two differing ways.
This was me back in 1966.
“Holy infants lift their eyes and take notice when good
angels weep.”
“You read now of your witness of the baby Christ that is
John and in this message love is delivered to you.”
Jigsaw
The picture invites
The image delights
A need to solve, where many pieces fit to resolve
A puzzle constructed where chance progresses that which
luck did.
Corners found and edges bound to fill the broken concept
on the lid.
You would
...And here are we as babes in the wood
So let our broken hearts and dreams connect,
As do the calls of woodland fair among a dusky morning.
I beckon ye -Save merriness
should Oakland nectar not be tasted,
Sorrow would be such in bluish shade a dainty flower had ne’r been seen,
As if in haste I turned away and missed to view his
beautiful eyes,
In retrospect my hope a yellow butterfly would flutter to
his distant charm,
Guided only by a rumored breeze and a jealous Cuckoo’s
false alarm,
Per chance to rest on petal so to drink a love divine,
In the knowing like the quiet cool glade he only would be
mine.
Tether then those hearts sublime and cosset them in
Chamomile,
Such stuff is this that we are now our everlasting smile.
Fascination Annit wears as
moonlight does her shroud,
If sleeping Ishtar heard her glowing orb his pride would shineth loud,
And thunder in the night would wake a young man to feel
proud,
That he’d asked her when he did and that he’d known her
for a while.
Flowers come and flowers go in thicket and by lane,
Giving scents and breaking hearts of lovers without pain,
Roots in earth and heads in air and nurtured by the rain,
Two blooms enough to make a simple Daisy chain,
Coupled as her need to be with him in love again,
And sorry he now closes up to brace the night insane,
The lonely Bee follows the leafy trail a weekly sting to
gain,
Bread the Robins left with leaves they cover over
So in Hazel’s dell our bodies will no more be found.
Incompatible
Incompatible is incomputable
Irreplaceable or irrefutable
Macs and PCs both are bootable
Yet she told him that he just weren’t suitable.
So to put self right he learned the craft of software and
computing
He studied hard and programmed well through many hours of
routing
At last he got the box to talk confusing though it was,
He made it that when she asks why it tells her all
because
Regardless why the lady loves or who with wants to be
The Internet that he did win is size infinity!
Late Wait
Pinch Punch first of the month
Why don’t we meet up for lunch,
I am into friendly munches
Should I wear my hair in bunches?
Sure he likes a pretty tart
Better not do smelly fart,
Chance to wear that sexy skirt
Chance to be a total flirt,
Sandwiches with Cucumber
Okay, what is Sheri’s number?
The Elusive Brunette
What with can you do the elusive brunette?
She’s never around when you need her.
The fact she’s not there fills your heart with despair
And the times that she is you can’t read her,
A mystical air that with her you must plead
Yet she leads you on so you don’t lead her,
You know the type and you’ve seen her I guess
For what did the Goddesses breed her?
What should you do when a chick’s captured you
With her perfectly suitable nose?
..When you see her adopting a devilish pout
And you marvel her striking a pose..?
Forget your first love that was sent from above,
Forget Thai girls lined up in rows,
And bind her-if-Loose, keep in charge of the noose
And remember: Do cause it to close.
The American Englishman
He wouldn’t want to limit her.
His pronoun isn’t Him-It-Her.
He flies his flags although just rags
To mark out his perimeter.
His Stripes and Stars would fly to Mars
If only he could take her,
His Internet as vast as life
Itself could not create her.
St. George trains on even tracks.
His Union’s not appeased.
Drive a Loco through his heart
Then maybe she’ll be pleased,
He knows that she prefers to ride,
His ‘cost’- to charge his engine,
He needs to mount his trusty Steed
His rail line’s never-ending.
Yellow yearning
...the lamb sheathed in rays of penetrating light
To you itself now shows by
shining bright
Burning straight he’ll give his lover for a saint
A yellow shape one longs to yearn, majestic love in
triplicate I am yours,
Say you will be, I want me to, and inside our hearts we
surely do take thee.
Her White Nurture
Here I am with myself as now
There you are the lovely Cow
Pretty brown eyes how your lashes tease me
Kind milk and kisses best I will allow
Udder pulling oft’ goes on behind the hillock’s brow
Drink me up should Mother’s milk endow
Straight from fridge or in my tea to please me.
Stinging rings and stolen things
Nettle chains and Daisy stings may form a spike through
Saturn’s rings
And if the mirror cracks my face old Lucifer may make his
fall from grace.
Stolen are our jagged leaves, our souls with petals white
and centers yellow,
Let us go the otic thief to
wallow in God’s meadow,
Leaving little boys the spoils to glean from scratching
in the hollow,
Hiding out ‘till evening’s fade returns them clutching
stashes to the fireside bellows.
ALES SALE
Lend me a dollar; I’ll buy you a beer,
Lend me your ear and I will help you hear,
Lend me your heart and I won’t think it queer,
Lend me your shoulder and I’ll hold you dear.
Lend me your courage so I need not fear,
Lend me a hand; make a friend of your peer.
Career choice
Instead of him staying a strummer,
He’d make it by being a plumber,
But only in months of the summer,
In winter he’d still be a bummer.
The cash that you make is much better,
When flush I could pay if I met her,
If rich she might post me a letter,
Although still I bet I’d not get her.
Protection
Harshness be banished should
hurtful words dare to scar her gentle mind.
Never I’ll allow for her an
influence that would be felt to be unkind.
Turmoil plagues my bothered and troubled mind to think of
her with even problems vague.
With overall authority I protect thee now, as clouds of
Lavender’s calming cure soothe thee in thine gentle
slumber with a solemn vow.
Words of love
All these caring words, should a kiss be so complex?
I could show you with a mention from my loving lips.
Love letters and perfumed skin lend a soft tone with warm
hands on hips.
An embrace might be a sentence shared who’s meaning we
now feel,
Caresses through chapters long we so read a feeling that
is real.
Come gallant Lord
Come- Gallant Lord, to be now by my side,
Come now, remove thy daggers’ garter and rest thy bloody
sword
While I sooth thine tempers’
tempest as does the rain a dusty summer flower.
Lowly blooms in number move to wage a wider war where
sands are soil and water plenty.
Feel then instead -the touch of peace with I your
temptress
So indian
summer brings your ride to my soft embrace between its’ sunny showers.
A storm to come?
A spooky air this Chiltern night.
Does an eerie quiet with early raindrops signal a storm
to come?
So gently falls the early rain,
barely a drop to notice on the pane
Then some more that I alighten
should it worsen and I need shelter,
wetter now it cometh more.
Yet quiet is still the air,
Should standing her much more she’d soon be sodden-
Dripping heavy from the trees, a shower now becomes a
rain.
Sympathy if not concern for rat in hole or moth might
feel a droplet cause it pain.
Think then I now of my dry feather bed. I’d pull up the
cozy covers to my chin,
And close my eyes to shut out the drenching wetness now
that moveth here in droves.
Deity’s diary
Does God keep a record of his own work,
Manuscripts detailing each of our moments,
Not just heroes’ triumphs, but each and every insects
fall?
If he does then he will know his playwright lines of my
life’s show,
Of every twist and turn in plot, of which is true and
what is not.
I wonder too then does he know –why his cruel pen made me
his foe.
I play the part he wrote for me and how he set the stage
we see,
Does he dare to share my scenes,
are the pages just forgotten leaves?
And do they stretch to many reams,
a woodlands’ worth to write my life?
With regards, John.
Regardless, Jo
With’hn
RER
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