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Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
He was found floating sideways on an early April morning..
Was buried in the backyard with no eulogy at all.
An alley cat did notice when the goldfish was interred.
He licked his claws and purred real soft, saliva on his jaws.

When the owner of the fish was finished undertaking,
his dear consoling mother called him in for lemonade.
That's when the feline, now quite hungry, sprang up into action.
He quickly jumped the six foot fence to hurriedly invade.

Lightning-fast claws dug the dirt that covered up the fish.
Dead and dry, delectable, the cat could not resist.
The orange tabby proceeded to scarf it down at last.
But something went horribly wrong and he began to gasp.

For air his lungs could not intake as he choked on his snack,
which once he'd proudly coveted, now wished he could retract.
In his mark to not be seen by any human eyes,
he forgot one basic rule to always dining fine.
Chew before you swallow food of any Earthly form.
Before collapsing fatally, he knew he'd not be mourned.
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
You are succulent and round
you're the hare and I'm the hound
rumors have been circling 'round
that you've put on extra pounds

And my table now is set
there's a place reserved for one
you've got room to roam and run
I'm the one who holds the gun

Napkins, forks, and knives are out
I'll scoop some bites right on in
to my watering mouth a treat
soon well done you'll be indeed

Shiny utensils I own
separate the meat from bones
you're a veritable feast
thank you for the grub, bunny
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
Someday I may just trade
my mind in for a *****
a fool's crusade I'll undertake,
a dragon shall I slay

And with it's scaly hide,
I'll fashion boots so fine
the nobles shall tremble with fear
whenever I walk by

Outside the city gates
my enemies shall quake
their ranks I'll decimate
their heads shall sit on pikes

Of women, gold, and ale
I will then take my pick
the choicest and the best
to hell with all the rest

My years shall be so kind
with scores of concubines
my darling wife and queen
shall bear me children five

George, Ringo,, John, and Paul
I will give names to all
the last one I'll detest
him Elton shall I call

And when my kingdom's crumbling
and minstrels sing sad tales
I'll slay some other stupid beast
then gladly drink my ale
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
Hatchling...
breaks through the shell
watching...
sun bathe his world
in bright yellow hues he is unaccustomed to
hatchling...
lost in the blue

Catching...
cold morning rain
scratching...
his head to gain
a clue as to what this phenomena means
hatchling...
new on the scene

Leaving...
nest far behind
weaving...
broken he finds
sweet mother slain by the jaws of the night
grieving...
caught up in fright

Hiding...
in the underbrush
trying...
to be still and hushed
so he won't fall victim to foxes who'd munch
on his poor bones if he became their lunch
hatchlings...
endangered bunch
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
Last night I had a dream
that a signal was beamed
from a satellite hovering in space
and the news was received
with joy and it was deemed
to be profitable to our race
the transmission relayed
altered everyone's brains
by suppressing all angry emotions
so the wars finally ceased
now mankind was at peace
free to offer their love and devotion
to their god in the sky
that had saved all their lives
technological wonderful master
but like miracle cures
that are not really pure
it soon met with such utter disaster
'*** the signal did crash
when an asteroid smashed,
the satellite obliterated
the great helper at last
was dethroned and outclassed
and the hope of the nations all faded
all the feelings of hatred,
the turmoil, and spite
that had been pushed down quickly resurfaced
with such terrible force
that the next day of course
every nuclear bomb served it's purpose
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
I met Suzanna by the well
she tried to crack my spine
it was her greed's desire thus
to take me on a ride
down into that same-said well
where water turns to wine
after we had drawn it up
and after we'd imbibed

She had her hair all covered up
beneath a prayer shawl
given to her by her mother
in the early fall
on a year of jubilee
where debts are not at all
forgiven by the old rabbis
who kiss the wailing wall

She was unrelenting
as we passionately kissed
her mother saw us in our throes,
she ran outside and hissed
on an abacus she counted
up to number six
before she reached the seventh bead
Suzanna broke my wrists

Then things all went from bad to worse
she threw me down the well
my sweetheart who was sweet no more
said, "You can go to hell!
Mother's right. All men are ****,
liars, theives, and bums.
You desired not to wed me
yet still ******* plum."

I blushed and remained hushed,
trying hard not to despair
I thought perhaps if I feigned death
those two monsters up there
would not wake up the elders
who would speedily declare
my guilt to everyone in town
and stone me with no care

I shivered in the cold water
it came up to my neck
I prayed that God would forgive Suz
and help me to forget
every instance of her falsehood
and betrayal's debt
a long time certainly would pass
before I loved again

I heard the footsteps of these witches
as they went away
how much time I spent inside the well
I cannot say
I heard Suzanna's voice trail off,
"I got that poor fool's ring.
It'll fetch a hefty price.
We'll sell it in the Spring."

Thin laughter echoed off the walls
of where they thought me dead
I felt only regret inside
for all I did expect
from this girl robber I so loved
in all sincerity
who will sell our engagement ring
next spring in jubilee.
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
Pardon me sir, may I have a drink
from the well where the honest man's thirst's quenched?

Pardon me ma'm, may I have some bread?
I sure hate to beg but I ain't been fed.

I'm only going places I ain't been before
and it's fine if I don't return anymore.
I am on a mission to contend with fate
till she yields her riches and loads my plate.

Pardon me boy, could you spare one gold?
Can't you see I'm shivering? The night is cold.

Pardon me girl, here's a little silver.
Could you warm me up and in my ear whisper?

I am only circling these same old miles.
How can you expect that I'd still smile?
A cynic when he hears that guilt is transferable,
grins ear to ear, all nice and culpable.

But love is the medicine of the sick.
It's beyond those hills about thirty clicks.
If it's taken in it will start to rid
your cells of the cancer your passions hid.

So let' us start walking till we drink from that fountain.
We yet desire mercy but our campfire's going out.
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