Black dog and the slide. (the flying springboard)

He stands at the bottom,
Head cocked in concentration,
Listening to his small master's voice.
"Black, tsk tsk tsk, black, um ear."
He doesn't understand how, or why.
With a mighty effort the black and white body
Scrambles up and reaches the top.
"Goog Boy. Goog Black goggy."
Is the best sound a puppy can hear.
Now standing at the top he watches in concern
As his friend goes down the slide.
Not one to miss out on the fun he tries it himself.
And realizes if he doesn't jump he'll knock over the boy and be a bad goggy.
With an even mightier effort than before,
He gets his feet under himself and performs a marvelous last minute leap.
He stands at the bottom of the slide, smiling as only a goog boy can, and receives his loves.

Housework

Like the toxic sludge a sink collects
When left to its own devices
When left alone my mind reflects
In a mire of petty vices.
It takes more work than you would think
To keep a clean, healthy mind.
More important work than the kitchen sink
Putting your mind to the daily grind.

Our yard

On the property of our new house there is:
Pink roses, and others that haven't started blooming yet,
White and Ivory columbines,
Purple irises,
Lilies of the valley,
Red tulips in the front,
Pink and yellow in the back,
White and dark purple Lilacs,
Crocuses,
Violets in blue, purple, white, light rose, mauve, and pink,
Daffodils in many shapes, colors and sizes,
Allium,
Big pink hyacinths and little muscari,
Star of Bethlehem,
Coral bells,
Pale pinkish purple phlox,
Blue flax,
Pink dogwoods,
Pale pink rhodedendron,
Hens and chicks,
Flowering sedums,
Candytuft,
Primroses in a variety of colors,
Yellow pansies,
And a few more things that I haven't identified yet.
It is clear to me that whoever lived here before us loved flowers.
We are grateful for the legacy and the ability to keep cut flowers in a vase on the table.

Ode to a dead fish.

You are a very big fish.
You would have made an impressive dish.
But sadly you are dead.
I am sure you would wish
That you weren't such a dead fish,
But your eyes are shriveled in your head.
You were a rainbow trout.
That's a fact I can tout
And not be considered wrong.
It's nothing to cry about,
Although if I stepped on you I'd shout
Because of the dreadful pong.

Adjectively Alliterating Animals

Angry, addled Alligators
Belching, burping Bushbabies
Crazy, clockwork Crocodiles
Daring, dancing Dodobirds
Effusive, elegant Elephants
Fizzy, frolicking Flamingos
Gargantuan Galloping Gazelles!
Happily hicupping Hippopotomus' (mi?)
Irritated, irked, irate Iguanas
Jealous, jiggling Jaguars
Kaftaned, knickerbockered Kangaroos
Loopy, lazy Lemurs
Mousy, mumbling Mongooses
Napping, natal Nudibranchs
Onerous, oblong Orangutans
Plinking, petulant Platypus' (pi?)
Quizzical, queerish Quahogs
Righteous, rankled Reindeer
Slippery, socialized Sables
Tripping, tantalizing Turtles
Undulating, uppity Uakari
Vituperous, vanquishing Vervets
Worried, winsome Wildebeestes
Xenophobic, xanthocarpous Xemes
Yearning, yiddish Yorkies
Zygodactyl, zymogenic Zenaidas

Yesterday's post for the Birthday Boy.

I remember when you were so little
I could hold you asleep and lying down
With only one of my arms.
I remember when you would take my glasses
And slobber all over them.
I remember when you would stick your hands into my face,
Into my mouth, my nose, my ears,
The way you do to the dog now.
I remember when you had a little bald head,
With the soft spot I was afraid for.
Now you're growing so big.
You're kind, sharing your fruit snacks or M&M's.
Your hair is getting so long.
It's yellow and curly, and makes me think of the story you like,
Goldilocks and the three bears.
You love throwing rocks into the water.
Whenever we take Black to the beach,
or walk down to the bridge by the river,
You throw rock, after rock, after rock,
Watching the splashes get carried away by the swift current.
Your favorite thing ever though is Cars.
Lightning McQueen and Mater,
Mister The King.
Even Frank.
Anything that has wheels.
You want to go fast.
You run as fast as you can down the sidewalk,
And it scares me, because sometimes you trip.
But you're always so stoic.
You stand up and say, "Yup, I'm okay."
Brushing off my concern and getting back to the serious business of running.

It's that special time of year

Alright my Darling Dearests!! It's every day in May again! Look forward to the only time of the year where you get a post every day! And today's poem is....


Somewhere over the Rainbow.

Take me over the rainbow she says,
Over the rainbow with you.
Take me over the rainbow she says,
Into the sky so blue.
Oh I'm weary of earth and troubles I see
I'm tired of working and thinking, Take me!
Over the rainbow to somewhere new
Take me, oh take me! Take me with you.