Truckin'

The Long Haul
by GC SMITH

I figured I could perhaps do
twenty-five
and now I'm pushing
seventy two
it's been a
long and winding
path I've run

I look back with
no regret, 'cause
I've learned some things
along the way
and, that, my freinds
is just how
life's race should be

Now when the run
still aint quite done
my breathing comes with
shorter gasps
and stride
shortens
just a bit

But I do not falter,
because I'm sure that
it's not yet over,
no, I'll continue
on the run
until I get to
where I'm going

No Growling

A Civilized Bear
By GC SMITH

Most bears salivate for salmon
though I really can’t say why
especially when the menu holds
the delicate Chilean Sea Bass

Most bears den up and sleep
in musty, moldy caverns
though I really can’t say why
since I prefer my purified abode

Sniffing, flowers, checking fragrance
in constant search for honey and berries
is a thing that most bears do
though I really can’t say why

Most bears have twitchy noses
with which to search for vittles
me, I’d rather take my trade
to the gourmet supermarket

With twenty-five olive varieties
that supermarket beats the foraging
by either night or in the daylight
and I think I know just why that is

It is because a bear that forages
could be a hunter’s highlight
especially if he caps a bears ass
with a steel jacket thirty-thirty

Bears are hirsute, don’t you know
though I really can’t say why
this one has mustache and Van Dyke
trimmed neatly with a razor

Some bears dance on command, not me
yet I sure like to cavort all night
and do the boog-a-loo and stuff
‘cause, me, I’m a party animal

Metaphorically Speaking

Poetic Menagerie
By GC

Beasties

Wildlife verse
cavorts
to the poet’s
command

Mirth

Laughter,
the monkey strophe,
carries on
delightfully

Fear

Shark words
thrash, bite, tear
at a reader’s
emotions

Anger

Anger, an alligator,
snaps and snarls,
blindly lashs out
rhyme

Sloth

Sloth, the enjambment snake,
lazes in the sun
coiled, waiting to capture
the perfect break word

Jungle

Verse entangled --
words, lines, strophes
like newborn lion kits --
struggles to open eyes and steady legs

Small Odes

A Good Woman
by GC SMITH

Hot damn
I thank you ma'am
the sheer pleasure of you
is worth more than you can imagine
to me


The Sound of Attraction
by GC SMITH

Prrrrrrrrr
my tomcat heart
vibrates
to your
presence

It thumps
pulsates
pounds
with loud
Prrrrrrs

Tote that Barge, Lift ...

Honey Dos
by GC SMITH

I'd do it honey
'cept I'm too much to busy

I'd do it honey
‘cept there's the other stuff

I'd do it honey
if I had the right tool

I'd do it honey
'cept for the exorbitant cost

I'd do it honey
If only you didn't nag, nag, nag

Honey, it might have been done
if I hadn't decided no, ---fuck it

Fecundity

Salt Marsh
by GC SMITH

Pluff mud pheromones
redolent as a woman
beckon

Marsh grasses
shimmy
to thunder's beat

Tide swing
thrusts
withdraws

The marsh's
estrous cycle
calls

Heat

The Fire
By GC Smith

"caliente ...ohhhhh...laaaaa..."

My fire burns
consuming all
and she is hot
my summer gal
au natural

wantin' all
but she cannot know
if my flame is more than show
or if I might stay long with her
enamoured with her vigor

But, chill comes on
with autumn moon
and winter’s harsh wind
freezes and forestalls
consummation

It freezes summer’s fire
banking flames
causing a hiatus
in touch
til chill is done

Starved
for warmth
near dead
when suddenly
daffodil poke up

Yellow blossoms cheer
telling what will come
teasing, playing
summoning
lost touches

know now she is hot
reincarnate
fingers caress enflamed skin
summer's come again
time for fun and sin

Afire
we are consumed