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Poetic T Feb 2016
Years had past since PTD's cases, all was now
Play and fun. But the little man missed
The chase of what could be found
Mysteries,
Riddles,
Enigmas
Of what was hidden from view. He was
A bright young fellow now
Six years old.
Words are longer as gurgles faded into
Memories past thoughts. He had come
Home to mummy,

"How's my little man,

"I have a loose toothy peg Mummy,

"Well no playing,
"As we don't want it lost for the tooth fairy,

So little man played with his cars
"Brummmm,
Brrruuumm,
Screecchhhh,
"That was close the baddies nearly caught us,

He played till it started to get dark, then heard
His mummy calling from down stairs.

"Little man time to get ready for bed sweet heart,

"Ok mummy I'm changing now,

A jumper did fly socks also too,
Trousers flew in the air landing waist
Side up on his head too.
Jester
Clown
Fun
Times of an imagination as he runs around.
But in to jimjams he must now do,
his favourite ones were
Captain Carrot Space Ranger.
He has all the books reading them to sleep
His favourite story before he slumbers in to dreams.

~Captain Carrots Space Race~

Trix sat in his comfy seat, his friends
All waiting for his words of as the race was
Set in the dust nebula
 Atria
Its dark in space only stars glitter.
But in the dust cloud it was like rainbows blossomed
A light show of the universal beauty.


Right my fluffiest friends its time to launch.
       3
  2
1
Rockets ignited and away they went,
Captain Trix was nibbling on a cucumber stick.
Then from no where the naughty
  Cat Captain Frost
Bashed and knocked at their ship, and off the
Race course they fell. They tumbled into a pocket of

Darkest space. Captain its  dark  in here, the lights
Faded and all was dark.
  Trix  could hear teeth chattering.

Be calm my friends, there is nothing scary in the shadows.
Take out your carrot coins, and nibble, chew,
And with that, once finger licked and all was chomped
All that was heard was trix voice, right can we all
See? yes captain carrot vison is a go.


They set a course out of this darkest place and
Out they popped into normal space, colours gleamed
As they saw they were in last place.
Rockets burst into action and they flew in
And out, weaving through the clouds
One pasted, two pasted, three pasted
Now they were in second place.


Who should be in first place naughty  Captain Frost
He had a coat as white as snow. but that was
As far as his niceness did go. He was a naughty
Kitty and everyone did know.
Sir he is blocking our path, we cant get through
Ok secret decoy time fluffy friends.

           3
     2
1
Cats attention set adrift sir, and into space it wondered,
In sight of Captain Frosts view. Out came the holding
Claws, and the space wool did bobble and excitement
Was the pleasure of kitties day. While they entertained
Themselves, Captain Trix did glide on past.
Full speed ahead as they race past the finish line.


Yawns were the calling of the night as the story
Ended as eyes blinked soon to be shut

"Mummy Captain Carrot [Trix] won the race,

"Yes he did darling and that's why meanies are always last,
"Sweet dreams my baby now off to sleep,

The night drew on as eyes slept through, and little
Mans dreams were of carrots and rabbits
That whizzed through the night sky, ZOOM.
Morning broke through his curtains and
Yawns did come and go. Slippers were
On as cold it felt, and downstairs
He wondered dressing gown and all.

"Mummy what's for breakfast?
"Was that me Mummy?

"Open wide little man, goodness me....,
"There is a gap where there should be a tooth?

"O' no I have a missing toothy peg,
"***** trained detective is on the case,
"I think I may need a new name?
"Junior Trained Detective,
"No that's not right does ring true?
"Buddy The Trained Detective.

"That's the nickname you gave me mummy,

"That's excellent little man, I love your choice,

His mummy smiles and gives him a hug and
Kisses his forehead, they search under his pillow
"Nope? Mmmm... may have to get out the cap
And magnifying glass -o

"Mummy this is too small for me?

"Don't worry little man I thought this day may come,

Out of a box she pulls his new hat out, he tries it
On, perfectly it fits on his head and his detective
Days have started again. Fist my bedroom under
The pillow I will seek my tooth be it here or there.
But pillow case removed quilt removed o' so slowly
For a tooth we don't want to lose it, but nothing appeared.

"One place now searched with a keen eye,
"Now so many other places for it to hide,

He thought of where a tooth would place hide and
Seek from its home in the mouth, under the
Bed he thought.Torch in hand he wiggled under
The wooden from and what we he see but his
Car that vanished quite a while ago, I wondered
Where that went? a sweet, a pen, a coin for the piggybank.

"Mummy its not under or over the bed,
"I looked hard, but no where can it be found,

Little man was frustrated at the thought that the
Tooth fairy would not be rewarded with a tooth.
Right let me think? he thought of that night, it
Was their in bed, when story time was read.
It was their when mummy give him a kiss goodnight.
In the morning it was gone

"Captain Carrot,
"Trix where are you,
This is no time for hide and seek,

He found him tucked in his quilt, sleeping soundly.
"There you are sorry to wake you,
He looked in his hair "Nope not there,
Looked in his tail it was white and fluffy
"Nope not there,
He thought once again? if he were
Captain Carrot where would he keep his
Best friends tooth safe if it feel out in dreamy sleep.

A smile etched across Buddies face at the thought of
Where he would keep it safe for him.
In his little fingers did search around, and then
A little white rock, no a tooth was found.
Captain Trix had kept it safe in his uniform pocket.

"Mummy, mummy,
"The case Is solved I found my tooth,
"Detective work solves a puzzling case again,

"Where was it my little man?

"Captain Carrot had it snuggly warm in his space rucksack,

"That's fantastic,
"Now where does a tooth now found go,

She smiles rubbing his hair, off to his bedroom
He runs tooth proudly in hand.
Lifting his pillow he gently places it with pride
In the place where the tooth fairy could easily
Reach and find. Leaving a special present for this
Little boy who had found his missing toothy peg.

"I think I may keep this cap,
*"Let Buddy the trained detective solve cases again soon,
Arthur Habsburg Apr 2019
I woke up *****
And went to the shop,
I got corn, peas, chopped gherkins,
All canned,
I raided the reduced section like mad,
Got some cheese
And some ham
That I won't allow to go bad,
cause I'll make a ton of salad
Out of this myriad,
For breakfast, munch and evening feast,
It'll last a fortnight at the very least,
I can top it up with this
Foul smelling liquor I brought from the east,
Among the other mementos in my cellarette,
I could have a party in my ******
In my kitchenette,
My flat is so hot I could sign post it
'sauna to let',
But the swingers here don't speak a word of
English,
One time they took their ya-yas out
And called ME a delinquent,
As if I've got a funny kind of pigment
They can't live with,
I've tried to put my finger on it
But I don't want it to get stinky,
I think they simply haven't got an inkling
As to what and why they're thinking,
But never mind those pinkies,
Let us go back to my shopping
Just as it was getting *****:
Before my skimpy trolley glided to the checkout,
I got a ticket for my pfand,
Which measured fairly to my pleasure
Of having my alcoholism,
Which is confess is merely leisured,
Redeemed into a form of solid ******* treasure.
Throughout the years my drinking
Let me celebrate the fear
Of lack of meaning,
It made friends out of strangers,
Lovers out of friends,
Ex lovers out of lovers,
Clowns out of boring people,
It made a clown out of me too,
My drinking took my money
And gave me a suspicious act
To cling to,
It made me a legless athlete
In a race against the future,
It excited me with waterfalls of chaos
Bursting through cracked normality,
It pretended to bring Arcadia
Into the ruling technology,
It invaded Scandinavia  
With lawless Somalia,
It put peaks and crannies
Into the dull landscape of
Nord Rhein Westphalia,
I have a whole worthless encyclopaedia
Of what my drinking did to me,
Page after page of random numbers
Makes for a baffling read,
I don't know if I should frame it,
Burn it,
Or get some ****,
My drinking always gave me an excuse to smoke,
I puffed my hours into nothingness,
Laughter & loneliness,
A condition of no ambition
Made life itself seem like a superstition,
But I don't want the repetition anymore,
Boredom is but a bed sheet of a sore old *****,
A stifling breath of a handicapped mind;
But
Being now so temporarily poor
I find it easy to smile
As the cashier counts my pennies
Making the citizens in line
In their Jack Wolfskins and denims
Very uneasy,
Men & women of the Rhein get seriously queasy
When they see a foreigner like me
Simply taking it easy,
You know I had to break my piggybank just to get here,
I crossed a red light when it was all clear,
I have no bike lights - I just disappear,
Who knows what is it that I do inside the night?..
Could be something good,
Might be something bright..
Anyway,
I got my receipt,
Said my 'schön Tag' alright,
I should have said 'schön Abend'
But I guess I'm not polite,
Then I rode in the street,
My bags dangling left & right,
Balancing my act
Under the waning Eurodollar moon,
Some react badly
when they're given **** to spoon,
But my lack of money
In fact makes me feel immune
To superficial cravings like
iPhones, clothes, perfume,
shavings, shoes, tattoos;
I'd rather spend a fortnight
In the arms of David Hume,
Than stopping by at Rügen
On my way to Cameroon,
On a beastly ocean liner,
With pommes and Pauliner
Supplied ad infinitum!
I don't know my own mind,
I's time to take a trip down the ol' cerebrum,
While tickets are at a minimum
And the season is at a premium,
I'll tame my tantrums without ******,
I'll let my maelstroms guide me to a podium
Of perfect equilibrium,
I'll get a glimpse of wisdom
By watching my own delirium,
I'm serious about this.
I don't reminisce about the years
I dismissed by watching television series,
Dumbing down with the Big Bang Theory.
I feel so blessed to be weary
And out of breath
From the long hand of entertainment
That wants to tickle everyone to death,
It's an epidemic worse than crystal ****,
But it's not hard to shake the fever.
Only a ****** was born to be a ******,
Man was cursed to be a dubious believer.
So kiss my feet
Or chop me with a cleaver,
Nothing will stop me from becoming an achiever,
Nothing but the habit pattern of my own demeanour.
(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown,

   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following precendent all ways.

deux daughter desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry to in vite
a tasty morsel to get chewed,

   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after treatures for the tooth fairy

   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight
but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,

   or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite
   would be a picket fence with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse (who to be honest
   create scratching sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satelline application)
   to find their way without turning on the light

soundless and still as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step ahead of her/his insight
expecting to disover a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end, rather sizable in height

and essentially necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan, or hope flight
   of fancy wish to win the lottery, which would exite
   self or spouse, but reality in league  
   with fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight
son or daughter boasting to classmates,

   how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry,
   whose coutenance (visible after break of day)
   reflects that of one who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.
(***** dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod
   assent if offspring  grown,
   or ponder new found challenge
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny
   take the following
   precendent all ways.

Deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
   a miraculous bite size bit
   of jaw dropping wizardry in vite
tasty morsel to get chewed,
   until at some arbitrary time
   (incumbent on each

   individual biological clock),
   the second set thwart aside
   (or sometime literally override)
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after
   treasures for the tooth fairy
   (oft time disguised as part  
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight,

but fascinating as
   each replicated, punctuated,
   lacteal dentition adorned
   with a pulp,
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,
   or a more apropos
   metaphor fielding sprite

   would be a picket fence
   with important slats,
   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child
   shows their mother or father
   gapped smile, and understands
   to place tooth
   under pillow at night

when quiet as a mouse,
   (who to be honest
   create scratching
   sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy,
   doth descend (nowadays
   resort to global positioning
   satellite application)

   to find their way
   without turning on the light
soundless and still
   as a dust mote
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
   one baby step
   ahead of her/his insight

expecting to disover
   a modest *** of cash,
   if stood on end,
   rather sizable in height
and essentially
   necessitating po' papa
   to take out a loan,
   or hope flight

   of fancy wish to win lottery,
   which would excite
   self or spouse, but
   reality in league  
   with the fickle finger
   of fate doth
   disappoint and delight

son or daughter
   boasting to classmates,
   how the rich tooth fairy
   (iz actually a faux pas
   sham shaman, dirt
   poor father, bled dry,

   whose coutenance
   (visible after break of day)  
reflects that of one,
   who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
   one money hungry
   toothless fairy took a bite.
Cedric McClester Mar 2018
By: Cedric McClester

The only one who
Wants a border wall is him
Though the chances
Of it ever being built are slim
Taking money from the military
Is just a Fox driven whim
Because his worst ideas
Have lately come from them

He once touted that
Mexico would have to pay
But that false notion
Is just so yesterday
Why does anyone believe
A word he has to say
Because don’t cha know
His feet are made of clay

See we only have
His lying *** to thank
That now he want to rob
Our military’s piggybank
As Commander and chief
I guess he’s pulling rank
Though Congress will have
The last word to be frank

His supporters still believe
The wall’s gonna be built
And he promotes that notion
Completely free of guilt
In fact you see him  
Doing it to the hilt
Like some kind of
Crazy patchwork quilt














Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.

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