What Does the Fox Say? (PG13)

Mama Zen is asking the burning question, "What does the Fox Say?"

I think I found something that can shed some light on this.

Foxy 71 year-old Kelly Fox 

A Foxy Lady walks the walk

and when she talks she talks

the way a Foxy Lady talks.

If you don't like it 

It sucks to be you.

When she says what Foxes say

she says it all with class.

You can watch her walk away

and kiss her rock hard ass.

Spiders

I've been told certain female spiders will eat their mates after sex.

Seems a little extreme ..

but logical.

I'll just take a sandwich,
or a nap,
or more sex.

I wonder what would happen
if a male spider tried that?

Lucky for me I'm scared of spiders.
Probably because I dated so many.

(and I have the chunks out of my ass
to prove it)

On our first date my wife took me
to see Spiderman the Movie.

Hmmmm...

So far she hasn't eaten me
but she's bitten me
and beaten me
in every single game of crib we ever played...

.... and Old Maid

… but I can still beat her in an arm wrestle.

Sometime she hides behind a door 

and then jumps out with a roar.
She tries to make me scream like a little girl.

She's a nerd 

not a spider.

So am I.

I NEVER scream like a little girl.

I scream like a man ... 

a very effeminate man.

Spiders make me scream like a man too.

She laughs at me with my daughters ...
and I can live with that.

(But I'd rather be a Toad - they eat spiders)

Over at the Imaginary Garden, Fireblosom has us revisiting one of our favourites from our own poetry. It didn't take me long to figure out which one I wanted to share. I was just reading this one today. It is the first Poem I posted when I started sharing with the Real Toads in June this year. (I get the feeling that there may be a few spiders in the garden.)

Hero to Most

A Hero to most 

A Villain to some

The poems he wrote 

The songs that he sung

Some things he did

can't be undone

He broke a few rules

but man he had fun

Mexican Radio

and a pirated signal

singing for pesos

and dancing flamenco. 

Will they remember

the bad or the good?

Oh Lord don't let him
be misunderstood.

A Hero to most 

A Villain to some

The poems he wrote 

The songs that he sung

The Friday Challenge is to write a poem about beloved Toad "Hero-to-most" (aka Corey Rowley). 

I  am not a Read Toad myself. I'm more of a fly on the wall. I have gotten to know his work over the nine months I have been posting in the Garden and I have visited his blog "Mexican Radio" many times. From what I can gather he likes classic rock, mexico, drinking and he roots for the underdog. My Poem reflects this - I threw in a a cool version of a classic Eric Burden song for good measure.

the Edge

the Edge
             is about having less

the Edge
             is a fickle hellcat
the Edge
             is in the house

the Edge
             is everywhere

the Edge
             is hi-ring

the Edge
             is there
the Edge
            is here

the Edge
             is now

the Edge
            is not
the Edge
            is

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D'Verse is all about list poetry today.

Footprints In the Snow

Following footprints and pawprints

convinced they must know where to go.

Tracks getting deeper and wetter

No need to think when we follow.

Convinced they must know where to go

we showed no respect, forgetting ourselves

we didn't think we just followed

young and dumb having fun.

We showed no respect, forgetting ourselves

we're bulletproof and beyond concern

young and dumb having fun

our heads were too hollow to listen and learn.

We followed those footprint and pawprints

over and under and onto the lake

the snow sinking deeper and wetter

no tracks going back was our final mistake.

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Toads are inspired by Maria Wolf of "Full Moon Fiber Art" a fiber artist who lives on Bedlam Farm with her husband, writer John Katz.  

A Wise Old Owl

Old Poem From My Grandpa

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A wise old owl 

lived in an oak

the more he saw 

the less he spoke

the less he spoke

the more he heard

so let's be like

that wise old bird.

You never get in trouble 

for what you didn't say

If you listen long enough

the answers come your way.

The argument I always win

Is the one I never had

Being wrong and happy

beats being right and mad

If somebody disagrees

its just their point of view

they have the right to theirs

just like we all do

Don't tell people they are wrong

maybe it's just a different right

but no one can put hands on you

thats when it's time to fight

Sometimes its not easy

to figure out what's right 

always ask someone you trust

and say your prayers at night.

D'verse are writing Children's Poems

No Escape

I feel the sound bump
bump it goes in the night
night so bleak and black
black as my dark heart beats
beats me as I retreat run
run away from the one
the one that only I can see
see it lick its black lips
lips peeling back reveal
reveal a cold steel smile
smile as it pierces skin
skin ripping clean from bone
bones break I am consumed
consumed by the one who knows
knows secret debts are owed.

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Toads are writing Loop Poetry today. This turned out a little dark but ....

In Memoriam - Betty (Grandma) Edge

Time tick tocks away each day
until the clock just stops tick tocking.
Every tick that passes is a grain of sand
that trickles through the hourglass of life.

One grain at a time life slowly passes
Each grain is a stunning story or a
bit of gory detail that we only dare
to giggle about when we are at home alone.

When a grain causes some pain
you were there to tell us it will be okay.
We all made our own mistakes
but you stood by and loved us anyways.

Now the clock has stopped for good
and that final grain has tumbled through.
We've said all we can say
We've done all we can do.

I will always remember you for
the good you've said and done.
The Memory of your life lives on
in the happy heartbeats of my children.

Love You Grandma ...

*****

August 2013

The Great Pumpkin

The Most Sincere Pumpkin Patch! (1966 Peanuts)

My persistent therapist insists that I listen

to my wide eyed innocent innermost child

who still believes that wishes and magic exist.

The tissues pile up as I work through issues

I almost forgot I had - now I am truly sad.

So I stop going - there's peace in not knowing

a happy pig really isn't that bad.

Until one frozen cold, sober October 

I take the kids out hunting for pumpkins.

Then I remember the magic's still out there

I just forgot where to look.

*****

Shared with D'verse Poetics

Just Another Johnny Walker Day

Just another Johnny Walker day 

Middle sister finger lingers 

as I passed through the Barrio 

I'm as paddy Irish as a triple shot of Jameson's 

A little extra courage 

from a scary apothecary selling smiles

Now I'm El Presidente 

with a Captain Morgan plan

Just one tick away from a Corazon explosion

Green flash streak of olives

fly from a Rang Tang martini

sipped by lips of pompous pricks.

and an arrogant bastard behind the bar - 

Oh shit - it's me!!!  

Take me home Belvedere

There's tragedy in my strategy - I need to reconvene. 

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Toads are taking a Booze cruize.