Flip Flops in Verse

T.G. Munford

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 24 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669821199
• Langue: English

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FLIP FLOPS IN VERSE
 
 
 
 
 
 
T.G. Munford
 
Copyright © 2022 by T.G. Munford.
 

Library of Congress Control Number:
2022915037
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-2121-2

Softcover
978-1-6698-2120-5

eBook
978-1-6698-2119-9
 
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
Cover Design by Jan McGee.
 
 
 
 
Rev. date: 08/24/2022
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Preface
Flip Flops
A Hot Diggity Dog Of A Day
Autumn
Bubbles
Beat It
Boilers
Beach Blanket Reading
Cooking with Tears
Chapel Thoughts
Cloud Puddles
Computer Butterfly
Don’t Run
Deep Thinking
East Wind
Easter Sunrise Sunset
Fire, Earth, Air, Water
Fish Screams
Grains of Sand
Git on, Old Blue
Gladiators, Where Are You?
Grounded Angels
Her Daytime Dreams
Harvest Moon
I Am Here
I Heard the Night Owl Hooting
I Am, I Am, I Am
January
Jambalaya
Lingering Summer
Love Hath Not a Mortal Lost
Mr. Waxwing
Moon Drops
Morning Catch
My Last Visit
My Osprey
Morning of ’42
Night Walking on Dock
Osprey Music
Oyster Treats
Of Popsicles and Snakes
Only the Fat Lady Sings
PlanetaryPower.com
Poof!
Remembering Sunnybank Ferry Rides
Shoe Closet
Spring’s Bouquet
Star Gazing
Simple Joys
Solitude No. 9
Talking to the Little Sparrow
The Dogwood Tree
The Lovers, the Bitch, and the Squirrel
The Banks of Ellyson Creek
Too Busy
The What-Ifs
The Moon and I
The Nature God
Thinking about Grapes and Beans
Van Gogh on My Mind
Were You Ever Caught in Rain
Warbler Bird
Were You Ever Caught in Rain
Watch Where You Walk
Where Are They?
You Find a Blue Bird’s Nest
You’re Driftwood Savior
Wren Story
What Shall I Bee?
A.M. News Blues
Acting All High and Mighty
Adriane Missing Dionysus
Andromeda Calling for Perseus
Beauticians Always Give Advice
Bam!
Books
Before the Tan
Beaujolais
Best to Dream While the World Vomits
Ball Game Goodies
Dialogue on Gray
Bisexual Man in the Moon
Dressing Quickly
Detours
Dare to Die
Donuts and God
Dreamy Winks and Blinks
Emergency Room Blues
Endless Hope
Friday Night Fishing
Feb-u-weary
Grains of Sand
Grocery Cart
Gravedigger
Honky-tonk Boy
Homage to the Pine
Halloween Hostess
Her Silent Cry for Help
I’ll Be Born Again
Kaleidoscopes of God
Life’s Music
Magic Wand
Mind Wrapping
Net-Mending Needles
Oh Yes I Dream
Planning for the End
Screen Door
Suds and Joes
Shoe Closet
Sieve
Some Things We Gotta Do
SNL
Sunset Nude with Matisse Odalisque
Shut Up Mind, Let Me Sleep
Saw a Buzzard with a Flute
Time Travel through Her Mind
The Neighbor’s Fence
Thoughts on Life and Death
The Last Goodbyes
The Language of Painted Nails
The Internal War
Women and Plane Rides
PREFACE
The only end of writing is to enable the readers better to enjoy life or better to endure it.
—Samuel Johnson
This, my third book of poems, is an accumulation of thoughts, imaginations, and ponderings put to verse since 2012. I dedicate this book to the memory of Christian Howerton, a budding poet who inspired me to continue writing. A special thanks to Ben Howerton and Blanche Edwards, who encouraged me to share my poems through publication.
T. G. Munford
Brenda “Twiggy” Gough Munford
2022
FLIP FLOPS
Toes showing, nails bloody red
Flop flops screaming
Click click click click.
You walk in them, listening:
Take me to our beginning –
Earth forming.
Flop flop forward to sacred ground
Click click click click.
Soft, squishy, raining down peace
NATURE / CRITTERS
A HOT DIGGITY DOG OF A DAY
It was a hot diggity dog of a day, just not long enough to stay and smell the roses or watch the persimmon tree bob and sway in the fall-time breeze. The monarch I left untouched, for it was necturing on my butterfly bush before fluttering off to its winter home in Mexico or other lands unknown. Hopefully, come spring, my little monarch will return and once again bring joy to me to see on another hot diggity dog of a day.
AUTUMN
Enters autumn in her best, her leaves as sleeves in red and orange. Her trunk, it seems, is empty, no longer birds on limbs to please. Her tears as acorns scattered; she mourns when frost appears. Her funeral black as early nights, her pearls stars, her hat a witch’s cape. She marks the place where critters left and climbs the stairs for winter’s rest.
BUBBLES
Are you dipping in a jar and blowing through a ring, chasing bubbles in the wind soon to pop?
Are you pretending like a wide-eyed little one running to and from, chubby hands wide open to catch the popping ghosts?
Are you dipping in that jar until the drips are gone and the bubbles are no more and thoughts of being young vanish in your mind?
Bubbles floating off like dreams that seem to disappear and memories once so clear fade like pictures in an album.
Are you dipping in a jar and blowing bubbles through a ring? Enjoy the folly of it all, become a skipping child again, like iridescent bubbles, like shadows of our souls.
BEAT IT
Beat it.
Beat.
I don’t get what you mean, old man. I want to be your friend and sit beside you on park benches, feed pigeons, and watch nannies strolling babies past.
Why look so sad? Do you not have a home, or do you merely roam from bench to bench to sleep, to eat, to dream?
Oh, homeless man, please be my friend. Let’s pretend you are Superman and I am the Angel of Mercy, taking a break.
BOILERS
Her mind and body boilers have shut down, old and rusty probably.
Fuel for brain not what it used to be—not enough steam, not enough knowing how Mother Earth fits into the scheme of things of energy blasts zillions of years ago. Why she’s here at all, still breathing, wondering who to call for a boiler fix.
New pipes, perhaps? Old gadgets checked, replaced? Oh, Planet Earth, go to her in song outside her window.
Fill her boilers hot, hot, hot.
With lava juices rumbling as the robin sings. Make steam, rising, gentle touch of another.