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CK Baker Mar 2017
fischers rap
on a hot tin roof
bristol creek pools
over rock and seed
english wolfhound (and the barkbuster)
stroll pine lane
vibrant colors
of a cool spring
in cob yellow and
forest green

field mice squander
in cotton wind
goats and ferret
hold seven hour trim
raven and ****
meddle and forage (on a splendid fiaker goulash!)
crickets and frogs
hidden
in swollen grey logs

creepers fill the
cut stone walls
coy wolf high
on a frayed white rope
eagles perched
at trudy’s bend
catamounts laze
on a snow base cedar
(pared arbutus bent  
through a failed ground rock)

brush spider spins
a timely web
brown bears fumble
at the spirit jamboree
quizzical squirrels
crack their nuts
as pillow clouds float
over telegraph trail

12 point dances
on talus and scree
hen hawks float
in a big hard sun
clydesdale and coach
trot copper smith road
(glancing down
on finch and the warbler
whistling through
colander row)

lavender fills
the peat soil box
mountain cats
guard the heavenly gates
black eyed ridge
is wide and open
the country squire hails
this fruitful land
Tommy Randell Jan 2018
If the Calendar was a colander
Would we sieve the future year?
Would we keep the bright and happy days
And let the wet and ****** days
Never touch us with their tears?
Would we look ahead and mark them off
Before they ever got here?
Vanish them with a little cross,
Delete them with a little cheer?

I never thought I actually would
But getting older has made it clear -
If I could choose my future days
See my time through in a happy daze
I would - Make all sad memories disappear,
Pass by all the lost loves and regrets,
All the anxiety they create every year -
Life is for living, keeping it as good as it gets,
No matter how deep past wounds appear.

Tommy Randell 01st January 2018
Tommy Randell Jan 2018
If the Calendar was a colander
All the wet days would get sieved
Life would be dry and sunny
And we'd be tanned and crisp!

But what if the year then had less time
What if days just disappeared
That what remained was all we got
And Life was left with shorter years?

We would have to change our diet
Maybe go on a fibre craze
Eating Dates with every meal
To fill our week with Days

Some of us would get older slower
Some of us not old at all because
If the Calendar was a Colander
We live where Rain used to fall -

Hurray!

Tommy Randell 02nd January 2018
This 2nd version is for my wife Carrie who only liked the first line of the Colander Poem - We husband Poets try to oblige
Skyler M Feb 25
Sudden moves so slow to grow,
Record scratches become music to our ears,
Wreck it and tuck it under basements,
Your bed is a colander to sift bad memories,
Outside of each of us is something you can't trust.

Don't trust the shadow boy,
Break ties with his chants,
Fingers crossed, R tossed behind backs,
Take him on now.
Right now,
n o w.

******* your hands,
Restraining rubber bands,
Freakish offhand to demand,
And now we're ******* up contraband,
It might taste like sand,
But it's actually bland, man,
Oh I hate the way I stand,
Do you understand?
Of course you don't understand,
Cause I'm gonna countermand,
Drive yourself to misbrand, me,
This isn't land,
This isn't land,
Just quicksand

Don't trust the shadow boy,
Break ties with his chants,
Fingers crossed, R tossed behind backs,
Take him on now.
Right now,
n o w.

— The End —