pre a paco lip's

yoo foo's...

yoo foo's...

yoo skroo's...

and skroo's...

yoo bloz baloons...

yoo kiz the moon's...

yoo potty potty...

potty notty...

till the sun...

cumz up...

yoo hurtins cuz...

no reel luvs...

yoo luv's and luv's...

yo boodi rubz...

yoo lookinz for...

sum reel hugz...

I no...

I no...

I am too...

sho lookin...

yoo no...

yoo no...

I luv's...

yoo so...

the hip...

the prep...

the foo...

the ho...

dare izn't eny...

ware to...

go...

we eder luv's...

and pix it...

up...

or down de...

hill it go....


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Mosterpiece

Such separation...

turned of tongue...

quite cleverly...

to isolate...

the banquet...

meant for all...

to shine and hide...

the filthy plate...

of filigree...

from the rabble...

in the hall.

Pretensions...

rife with class...

set beyond...

one's grasp...

These...

tasteless tricks...

of shameless...

segregation.

Union...

checked...

and mated...

for the rich...

to sway...

division is...

the wall.

Why lesser men...

look up to them's...

no way...

of knowing...

perhaps...

of hope...

one day.

But they...

their cordial tables...

wiped...

with all disdain...

look down...

the nose...

through centuries...

of breeding.

It's all...

right well...

we live in hell...

while waiting...

to them...

this mis'ry...

doesn't mean...

a thing...

these creatures...

calling...

themselves...

lord's and ladies.

If god's they are...

or think they be...

selecting here...

or there...

among the pretty...

or the rare.

Scarcely...

would the god's...

set table...

for these prick's...

to kick the others...

down a notch...

or...

three.

You see...

we are not...

lesser than...

but higher far...

for many better...

rank among the poor...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Quality of beauty

Poetry...

speaks truth...

if...

it's truly...

poetry...


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2015

Art: Erato, Muse of Lyric Poetry, by Charles Meynier

heaven's garden

Sweet pea...

Wall flower...

fragrances...

reminding me...

of heaven's garden...

one...

a covey...

of rioting flutter...

one...

shade's friend...

of subtle grace...

one...

climb...

to satisfy...

the sun...

one...

most happy...

under cover...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Photo: credit to Mel Turin of Estes Park Blog

The Overview

If you have...

no place...

in history...

you...

will have...

no interest...

in it...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015


Art: The Wanderer Above the Mists, by Caspar David Friedrich 1817-18

Old Merlin

Old Merlin...

cook'n something...

up...

full cup of...

wild rasb'res...

pluck't...

and tender squab...

all spitted for...

the eve'n squint...

that other wise...

that wizard's got...

that seem to say...

but...

never...

what...

as peer'n through...

a key hole slot...

ya never mind...

ya wutn't understand it...

anywise.

This is too true...

some merriment...

of Rowan twig...

and mistletoe...

some fricas'ey...

of druidry...

that only Merlin know.

For...

sate of sage...

soul...

by the fire...

mashing up...

some rose'd...

and honey'd...

brew.

Now...

lilting him...

a soulful tune...

some canny diddy...

o' the moon or star...

doth trickle down...

his wizened neck...

some private liquor.

By now he's jolly...

ev'ry whit...

whisper's somethin'...

never writ and...

Whoosh!

Back in a Flash!

wi' steaming pi...

of ras'bry solve...

to steal to his...

garden slumber...

So...

spy as you might...

try as you may...

he know's...

yer there...

bout a bucket...

o' brain cells shy...

but...

come ahead...

and try.

Oh...

by the bye...

there's noth'n...

writ down...

any where...



Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

The fisherman

T'were no fish...

not a single bite...

nor...

the faintest tug...

nor...

the tiniest ding...

from...

the fish'n rod...

but...

that's ok...

tis a little hike...

to another spot...

on a snoozey day...

me pole...

stretched hard...

in me willow crotch...

didn't want...

to eat you...

anyway...

just had a thing...

or two...

to say...

catch you later...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Art: The Lazy Fisherman, by William Tylee Ranney 1813-1857