Some Penny Haiku, Part 6
Posted: December 5th, 2016, 5:08 pm
For “Penny Haiku”:
LATE SUMMER DAZE
By Steve Plonk
When Joe Pye weed is in bloom &
When thistle shines purple in
Late afternoon,
Sun shines upon my smile,
As remembering all of you…
Late summer…
Our travels on blue roads &
Hearing peeps of toads,
We ride in our old red Saturn sedan*,
Near Lake Lanier, like we have a plan
For good eats & great times
In mystic afternoons…
Down home in our old beau town,
Still wonderful after
All these years…
No worries—
It’s all good…
A great visit.
(Fondly remembering our
car, as “the red shark”.)
CULTURE FEST
By Steve Plonk
Daughter & I saw belly dancers,
Asian Indian dancers
Mexican hat dancers
Cuban dancers,
With sitar/table music
Salsa music &
Foccacia bread & hot dogs,
Special teas—
We bought CD, “Cassidy” & catnip…
(October 4, 2014)
COUNTY FAIR—weekend before
By Steve Plonk
All three of us went to see
Mustang horses in show,
Livestock show
Chickens & bunnies,
Pavilion exhibit of crafts & flowers,
Free Massage/chiropractor adjustment,
Antique cars &
Master gardeners
No ducklings in the pet exhibit this year—
We were transported in school busses to
A drop off point—
Brought homemade grits home.
BREWSTER, THE ROOSTER
By Steve Plonk
Brewster, the rooster
Crows at dawn,
He keeps on keeping on
He guards the henhouse
He’s tougher than a grouse.
“Doodlely doo”
Says Brewster,
“Cock-a-doodlely doo”
“I sing for my hens
I sing for you…”
“Through is icy fog
I continue to sing
‘Cause that’s just what I do,
Cock a doodle lie doo”
“Upon some fresh scratch I chew,
Then I sing again
Cocka doodlely doo to
My friends, the hens…”
We’ve a rooster in our backyard
He’s “quite a card”.
1/8/16
EMPTY LOT (lyric)
By Steve Plonk
Empty lot, empty lot
Fronted by old Anzio Road,
A most agreeable spot
Was this empty lot—
We played sandlot baseball,
Kickball & touch football—
We walked the dog,
Had snowball fights,
We even built a snow fort there
…in Empty Lot—
We took walks in nearby woods
To the pet cemetery—
Lingered by graves of horses
From the calvary…
***
An agreeable spot
We filled with play & laughter
Never thinking it
Would be remembered
Fifty years after…
Empty lot, empty lot
Fronted by old Anzio Road.
1/10/16
BOAT CROSSING JORDAN (gospel lyric)
By Steve Plonk
People get ready
For the boat crossing Jordan,
Just believe in the Lord & climb aboard,
You need no ticket
For the boat cross Jordan,
Just believe in the savior &
He’ll ferry you home.
People get ready
To board the boat crossing Jordan,
Just believe in the Lord &
He”ll pay your fare,
Hop on board the boat
Crossing Jordan,
The Lord, our Pilot,
Will see you get there…
(variation of an old gospel tune)
2/2/16
“ It takes a village to pill a cat”
--My daughter
IN THE LAND OF "ME OH MY"
By Steve Plonk
In the land of “Me Oh My”
Each thought makes us
Prepare to fly,
Each sentence
Begins with a sigh
As we are lifted
Up to fly,
In the land of “ME OH MY”.
Each day we see new clouds
Each day plow new ground,
In contentment
We are found
In the land of “ME OH MY”
2/2/16
HOLLY TREE
By Steve Plonk
Near our front porch
Is a holly tree,
With twittering
Mockingbirds &
Their cousins, the sparrows—
A sleepy morning is
Filled with birdsong.
2/2/16
The Ultimate Political Maxim:
By Steve Plonk
“I’m popping full of populist pride
To be an American.”
LATE SUMMER DAZE
By Steve Plonk
When Joe Pye weed is in bloom &
When thistle shines purple in
Late afternoon,
Sun shines upon my smile,
As remembering all of you…
Late summer…
Our travels on blue roads &
Hearing peeps of toads,
We ride in our old red Saturn sedan*,
Near Lake Lanier, like we have a plan
For good eats & great times
In mystic afternoons…
Down home in our old beau town,
Still wonderful after
All these years…
No worries—
It’s all good…
A great visit.
(Fondly remembering our
car, as “the red shark”.)
CULTURE FEST
By Steve Plonk
Daughter & I saw belly dancers,
Asian Indian dancers
Mexican hat dancers
Cuban dancers,
With sitar/table music
Salsa music &
Foccacia bread & hot dogs,
Special teas—
We bought CD, “Cassidy” & catnip…
(October 4, 2014)
COUNTY FAIR—weekend before
By Steve Plonk
All three of us went to see
Mustang horses in show,
Livestock show
Chickens & bunnies,
Pavilion exhibit of crafts & flowers,
Free Massage/chiropractor adjustment,
Antique cars &
Master gardeners
No ducklings in the pet exhibit this year—
We were transported in school busses to
A drop off point—
Brought homemade grits home.
BREWSTER, THE ROOSTER
By Steve Plonk
Brewster, the rooster
Crows at dawn,
He keeps on keeping on
He guards the henhouse
He’s tougher than a grouse.
“Doodlely doo”
Says Brewster,
“Cock-a-doodlely doo”
“I sing for my hens
I sing for you…”
“Through is icy fog
I continue to sing
‘Cause that’s just what I do,
Cock a doodle lie doo”
“Upon some fresh scratch I chew,
Then I sing again
Cocka doodlely doo to
My friends, the hens…”
We’ve a rooster in our backyard
He’s “quite a card”.
1/8/16
EMPTY LOT (lyric)
By Steve Plonk
Empty lot, empty lot
Fronted by old Anzio Road,
A most agreeable spot
Was this empty lot—
We played sandlot baseball,
Kickball & touch football—
We walked the dog,
Had snowball fights,
We even built a snow fort there
…in Empty Lot—
We took walks in nearby woods
To the pet cemetery—
Lingered by graves of horses
From the calvary…
***
An agreeable spot
We filled with play & laughter
Never thinking it
Would be remembered
Fifty years after…
Empty lot, empty lot
Fronted by old Anzio Road.
1/10/16
BOAT CROSSING JORDAN (gospel lyric)
By Steve Plonk
People get ready
For the boat crossing Jordan,
Just believe in the Lord & climb aboard,
You need no ticket
For the boat cross Jordan,
Just believe in the savior &
He’ll ferry you home.
People get ready
To board the boat crossing Jordan,
Just believe in the Lord &
He”ll pay your fare,
Hop on board the boat
Crossing Jordan,
The Lord, our Pilot,
Will see you get there…
(variation of an old gospel tune)
2/2/16
“ It takes a village to pill a cat”
--My daughter
IN THE LAND OF "ME OH MY"
By Steve Plonk
In the land of “Me Oh My”
Each thought makes us
Prepare to fly,
Each sentence
Begins with a sigh
As we are lifted
Up to fly,
In the land of “ME OH MY”.
Each day we see new clouds
Each day plow new ground,
In contentment
We are found
In the land of “ME OH MY”
2/2/16
HOLLY TREE
By Steve Plonk
Near our front porch
Is a holly tree,
With twittering
Mockingbirds &
Their cousins, the sparrows—
A sleepy morning is
Filled with birdsong.
2/2/16
The Ultimate Political Maxim:
By Steve Plonk
“I’m popping full of populist pride
To be an American.”