"tisket" poems
The dream came into my life like a hot summer day-
the sand I had my feet in held me in place
beach volleyball and hot **** skin
makes me feel like I ought to go for a swim
The dream came into my heart like a red hot silver dart-
the pistol cocked it's hammer
after the shot I started to stammer
so much for beauty and all that glamor
The dream came into my mind like a buried treasure-
golden birds gathered like birds of the feather
the giant blue hand held fast to the tether
sounds came crashing in and for this I never felt better
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 6:37 AM UTC
of chocolate moons,
dried, well-preserved seascapes,
A-Tisket, A-Tasket
none of which he had ever seen,
understood,
but nonsense alliteration garners
fast and vast attention of the interned masses,
for somehow easier to comprehend
the silly notions of what does not exist,
chocolate moons, dried, well preserved,
museum-quality wet seascapes and word-plays
that require no Hail Mary passes or penitence
so let us rose compose of frosted flaked flowers
of folklorish hobgoblins,
ice cream coated,
of Crunch 'n Munch Sweet Gourmet Popcorn,
a ConAgra "Food" grown only on
Arizona highway-crossed landscapes,
where babies, snatched from above, into moving cars,
taken from, then to, the lost and found
of kidnapped earthlings
are awaiting your reading pleasure
if nonsense pleases,
nonsense scrip'd and delivered,
all we aim for is temple offerings
of what crowd-pleases,
around the tepee fire
we peyote ancestor tales
mostly glorified white men's defeats, legitimized,
ignoring the concentration camp existence and
USDA excess garbage food,
a god, with love, delivers
the components of sewing needles,
a hole and a little sliver of silvered steel,
stitch word worshipping poets into frenzies
of imagined images that cake bake the crowds
with football arena'd pleasures,
their brains all the while,
being measured for a casket,
A-Tisket, A-Tasket,
this poem making
perfect sense to those
who sleep no more
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
A tisket, a tasket, tinker with the aforementioned
I can see I have missed an engagement.
Expect to establish a celestial tuber, reflecting only
the light of a dark white inference.
AMPERSAND, bitchez
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
So MARY loved a little lamb—
Especially on her plate.
But watch out, Mary: too much lamb
Can make you overweight.
HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on the wall.
Learn from his mistake.
If you are not mindful, you
Could also fall and break.
A TISKET, a TASKET,
Forget about a basket.
Do what you are told
Or your folks will blow a gasket!
JACK SPRAT could eat no fat.
Too much fat could **** him.
But mounds of veggies on his plate
Certainly don't thrill him.
If MRS. SPRAT could eat no lean
And just the fatty parts,
Wasn’t her cholesterol level
Jumping off the charts?
MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,
Brags about her garden,
Which, she adds, is quite unique.
**** Oops, beg your pardon.
Are silver bells and cockle shells
Much to brag about?
I guess they are more practical
When there is a drought.
JACK B. NIMBLE was pretty slick,
Although he was a nut.
Don’t play around with candlesticks,
Or you could burn your ****
EENY MEENY MINY MOE...
Invest your money and watch it grow.
It’s good to save and not to owe,
EENY MEENY MINY MOE...
GEORGIE PORGIE made the girls cry
Every time he kissed ‘em.
They didn’t like that chauvinist
And the way he dissed ‘em.
Did JACK AND JILL go up the hill
Really to get water?
What kind of H2O
Would make him swerve and totter?
If these days PETER put his wife
In a pumpkin shell,
He'd never hear the end of it;
Boy, she’d give him hell!
- by Bob B
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
Yea im frustrated my minded jaded
Faded
From this atmosphere here me clear
They dont care about us
Even wont shed a tear
The lords presence is here
Along with Satan killing around the world
Are blatant
All hail here we go again innocent see the jail cell 0 well
We try to unite as a people
But its too many sheeps
Followin' a ecumenical cathedral
Lies spread through the congregation
Segregation puts us in elimination
Of the system listen
Lets break the spell before its toolate
Im tryna hit yo pate til ya retaliate
For Gods sake
We loosin' rich mans war
N the only people who suffer are the poor
Closed caskets of soldiers tisket a tasket
Lifes drastic
I once see me in a plastic
Wish i could free yo pain
All ya have to do isopen yo brain!!!!!
Now that collected war metals
I still keep my hands of the metal pistol
Quick to bust
Cant put any trust
In anyone son so ill be reigning
Til the break of dawn
Son of a lost assassins
Prophecy was led to be a phony
N the new century
Its a true conspiracy
But peeps despiseme say im crazy
Its dismissive
Buts once the trigger gos
It another dead person in the studio
Or news show
6 o clock early news or late news
People dying every second every hour
Im seeing growing power
The worlds going sour
As a stale chip check the government clip
Ammunition from.the commission
Police state yea the demons are in celebration its a evil coliation
But i move pass the madness
Through meditation no medication
For my mind cant corrupt my soul
Every day im growing old bold
Whites hair appearing on my beard
Wisdom is near prudent eyes
Look in the skies open my mind
To sunshine and rain
Feedin' knowledge to my brain
Soul food nigguh!!!
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who told the biggest lies of all
A tisket a tasket
He just flipped a gasket
Red Rover Red Rover
Let warheads come over
One, two skip to my Lou
Three, four, you’ll start a war
Five, six, you’re in a fix
Skip to my Lou, my darling.
Seven, eight, it’s just too late
Nine, ten, you'll never win
Skip to my Lou, my darling.
Here we go Lupti Lou
Here we go Lupti Lie
Here we go Lupti Lou
Why don’t you lay down and die
Ring around the Rosey
A pocket full of posers
Bashes, Crashes
The World falls down
Mary, Scary, quite contrary
How does your evil grow
With fire drill bells and armored shells
And dead bodies all in a row.
ljm
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
A-tisket and a wicked uber fella
I lost my jazz fest umbrella
And though I texted many times
He would not give it back
Was it yellow NONoNoNo
It was a black one for conservatives
And watermelony for insiders
And so it ***** and I'm upset
So I ordered a new one instead
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
A tisket, a tasket
a green and yellow basket
filled with things for a mind of bliss
just reach in and start your trip
a sugar cube just so sweet
laced with Mr Leary's magic feat
It will take you on a trip that is so cool
**** will happen that will make you a fool
You will laugh so hard you'll bend your knees
You'll see every color to the fullest extrem
**** will happen beyond you dreams
things will melt and things will grow
It is a trip like you will never know
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
A tisket, a tasket
A petal and a basket
A pretty little who couldn’t hold her past in
A tisket, a tasket
A petal and a basket
A million little worries starting to sow a garden
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
Ain’t that a kick in the head?
Ain’t got nobody to ‘love you lots.’
So what?
Ain’t got nobody to call.
That’s cool.
Ain’t got nobody to call me good.
Good.
Ain’t got enough time to tell you the truth.
Whether I am good or bad is not up to you.
I decide to be real or lie.
So what if I don’t care if you begin to cry.
As they set you a task;
It’s all a-tisket, a-tasket, a-yakety-yak.
It’s all the same to me; don’t play your game.
You have to work or laugh.
Complete the level;
Move onto another.
One courageous deed needed indeed,
To find a perfect lover.
Stale-mates.
Just you wait.
Set your head free of need,
Or bite me.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC