Bright Light Cafe - Poetry

A Dog Named Sex by Carl Palmer

My pooch is not named Rover, Fluffy, Spot or Rex.
I wanted something different, so I named my puppy, Sex.
To renew my doggie’s license. I went down to City Hall.
“I’d like a license for Sex”, I said. He said, “Wouldn’t we all?”
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A Nice Cup of Tea by B. A. Llewellyn

A nice cup of tea solves so many things,
Like how to calm down when the front doorbell rings.
If you take long enough they’ll just go away,
Or they’ll need a hot drink, "Chamomile or Earl Grey?" ...
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All The Wright Stuff by Geoff Weilert

This is a tale of two brothers named Wright
Not the same Wrights that made the first flight.
The two that flew were definitely two others
So if you thought you were right, you had the wrong Wright Brothers.
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All The Wrong Stuff by Geoff Weilert

I was born a male
Which makes me a guy
I got an “X” from my mom
And from my dad got a “Y”.
Because of this fact,
It might sound quite sad,
No matter what I say or do
I make my wife mad.
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Alarm Cries "Wolf" by Carl Palmer

silence shattered 2am
security alarm blasting
a block or a mile away
relentless until it stops
abruptly leaving a void
of non noise yet not
quiet serenity in the
darkness of my bedroom
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Bad Hair Day by Tania Cillia

Worms of worry
Drain my brain
Cyclops mirror steals my sleep
Stifling synapses
Throttling thought
Smiting ideas
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Be My Valentine by Geoff Weilert x3

I’d give you my heart,
But I’d like to impart,
Having difficulty? I guess I’d say sorta.
Finding the card was a snap,
I got really cute wrap,
But I made a mess when I cut the aorta.
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Beneath The Clock by Paul Curtis

Beneath the clock I’m waiting expectantly
Awaiting my blind date a little nervously
He’s late but I don’t mind, at least not yet
He’ll have a good reason no doubt, I bet
He’s here at last and only an hour late
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Cheaper Than Therapy by Geoff Weilert

When a package arrives and I open it wide
And quickly take out all the stuff found inside.
I discard all except in what the item was wrapped
That piece with the bubbles with the air that was trapped.
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Climate Change by Julie Beveridge

A cold day is always better
to numb a broken heart.
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Christmas With The Family by Dianne Foley

We sat around the table
Like all the years before
The turkey looked delicious
There were vegetables galore
We passed the vegies clockwise,
Trying not to look too greedy
My brother didn't say much,
He was still a little seedy
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Cupids Beau by Paul Curtis

It took only seconds, after he saw her
For him to adore her
And In a week of having rated her
He went on and dated her
When he said good night after kissing her
Straight away he was missing her
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death of a cat - part 1 by Carl Palmer

the sodden broken body of matted black hair
my wife’s once overweight cat, Max
lay face down strewn at street’s edge
against the curb of the roundabout
at the bottom of our hill
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8 legged phobia by Carl Palmer

... laughing through tears
a big girl’s fear
of the tiny spider
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etiquette of ignoring by Carl Palmer

questions demand comment
ask for a response in return
unless received in an email
online answers are not needed
nor require necessary reply to
letters sent by world wide web
filling my internet inbox are
forwards with attachments of
jokes and video and pictures
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Giant by B. A. Llewellyn

A giant is a man or a woman
Who’s grown most incredibly tall.
Their shadows can make heroes quiver,
And cowards just break down and bawl.
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Happy Whatever by Geoff Weilert

'Twas the night before something
But alas to my dismay
In these politically correct times
What it is, I can’t really say.
Whatever I utter,
These days someone gets offended,
Even though I’m just talking
And no offense was intended.
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Have Fun While You Can by Gay Blyth

I don’t want to dribble
when I grow old
and have spittle
running down
my chin
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Heigh Ho! Heigh Ho! by Geoff Weilert

I’m not really complaining,
And I don’t wish to sound creepy,
But when I wake up each morning,
I’m both grumpy and sleepy.
My sinuses plugged,
I’m sounding quite wheezy,
And in a very few moments,
I’ve now become sneezy.
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Herself by B. A. Llewellyn

Herself is a cat,
No doubt about that.
She purrs, and she preens, she's a feline.
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Huntsman by Elizabeth Thomas

Thoughts of the things that have scared me before
Fade away as I spot him behind the front door.
I've been quite alarmed by his cousin called 'Money'
But this giant fellow is not very funny!
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I'm Not a Mad Mother by Norma Jean Kawak

Husband at work, three children at school,
Baby splashing in bath, on the floor there’s a pool
Four year old is playing, please don’t make a mess.
I’m going out; still have to put on a dress.
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I Didn't Remember To Forget by Geoff Weilert

Many times my mind is filled
With things I do regret
Thoughts that keep recurring
Because I didn't remember to forget.
Other times there is a void,
With nary a spark or an ember,
Of things I wish I could recall,
But I forgot to remember.
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I Really Count by Geoff Weilert

I’ve lived half of my life and there is much that I’ve seen
I still have most of my hair but lost a lot of my sheen.
I’m not be the most important person, but I’d like to announce
That I’m the type of person, that really counts.
Now don’t think it’s a boast. It’s not a matter of degree.
It’s just a fact I toss out, that I’d like you to see.
I don’t do heroic deeds but you don’t need commiserate,
Because everything I do, I can’t help but enumerate.
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In-cell-ubrious by Nisheeth Srivastava

Did aught contraption raise the bile
Irritate mind and temper rile
Intellectual sensibilities defile
Than thee, O ubiquitous mobile?
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Internet Love by Dianne Foley

I'm 6'2" and handsome
Ask anyone who's met me
I'm rich and bored and happy
Come on line and get me
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It's Not the Money or the Way We Dress by Dawn M. Holford

My hair’s a mess, my clothes a shock,
and look it’s nearly six o’clock.
Will someone pick up that ringing phone?
Watch out kids, your dad is home!
His kiss used to send me into a quiver,
now all he asks is, “what’s for dinner?”
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Kevin by B. A. Llewellyn

Kevin was grumpy that day
He hadn’t gone out for his play
He growled and he grumbled,
Wouldn’t talk, only mumbled,
Even when he had something to say.
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Kids by Taylor Dean (aged 9)

It’s hard being a grown up
Especially if you’ve got kids
They always lie, they never try
And they break your container lids
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Life's Too Short by Geoff Weilert

Recently, I was told
That life was far too short,
After giving this some careful thought
This statement gets my full support.
Life has just four letters.
That really isn’t long.
And usually four-letter words
Aren’t nice and way too strong.
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Making Allowance by Carl Palmer

pleased with the brand new door lock knobs
chrome, smooth and tapered, anti-theft
no ridge to grasp with a coat hanger
I swung shut the door to my truck
with the keys dangling from the ignition
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Me, Myself, I Or All Three Of Us by Geoff Weilert

I hear a knock upon the door,
I ask, “Who can this be?”
A voice answers clearly back,
With the reply that, “It’s me!”
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Middle Aged Seat by Paul Curtis

I’m in my middle years now
And my new car is a wow
It’s fast, new and sporty
Just the opposite of me
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My New Friend by Dorothy Bransgrove

I have a new companion
who walks along with me,
we stride along step by step
in perfect harmony.
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Neither Here Nor There by Geoff Weilert

I can travel for days and days
Going both far and near,
No matter the distance nor the time
Where I am is always here.
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New Liver by Susan Palmer

I need to go down to Walmart
And get a new liver.
This one’s no good.
It gave out before the body went sixty years.
There must be some kind of guarantee.
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No Thank You by Carl Palmer

I don’t remember who I was talking to
or what I was talking about,
but it was my voice I heard
and I remember saying it.
That’s what woke me up.
“No thank you.”
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Nobody Wrote This by Geoff Weilert

When I was young, I was told to work hard,
And to make someone of my self,
Be the best, become a champ
And put trophies on my shelf.
So strive I did, through toil and tears,
To have my star shine above the rest.
But now I find, ‘twas all in vain,
Because, to be somebody, is not the best.
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Nuttier Than a Fruitcake by Geoff Weilert

At Christmas time they’re seen in stores,
I thought they were a fake.
But then one day someone gave to me,
My very own fruitcake.
I took one look, it was quite unique
Its appearance was incredible.
A dark brown block all filled with fruit.
That could not possibly be edible.
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Pet-antic by Ray Malus

My dour cat springs on my bed without an invitation.
She stalks across my knees with not a hint of hesitation.
She tromps upon my stomach without any consultation,
And sets her haunches on my chest with smug determination.
Her eyes are fixed on distant things with dreamy expectation.
She squints and peers into the void in solemn contemplation.
Imagining utopia — or humankind’s damnation?
Or maybe seeing phantom mice for feral depravation.
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Poetic Math Teacher by Geoff Weilert

A poetic math teacher,
Could be a feature.
That sum, might consider terrific.
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Psssshht! by Geoff Weilert

Lately I get headaches
I think I know the reason why.
I’ve filled my brain with far too much
The demands are less than the supply.
I must have stuffed too much inside
There simply isn’t any room in there
And if it chooses to explode
Useless facts are scattered everywhere.
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Room For Thought by Geoff Weilert

There is a place where I like to think,
And I sit in this room all alone,
There is no one around that might cause me bother.
I just sit and think on my throne.
The room is not big but I’m quite secure,
And I can let my thoughts freely roam
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Screwdriver Mathematics by Carl Palmer

Lying up under the car
on the floor of the garage
I saw his little feet arrive
the shadow of his head
bending down to ask
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Seen and Not Heard by Geoff Weilert

Maybe, it’s just me
But doesn’t it sound quite absurd
To have letters in words
That are seen but not heard.
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Something Like a Metaphor by Julie Beveridge

Being with you is something like a metaphor –
which is to say it’s a simile,
because you can’t be like a metaphor.
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Sound Proof by Geoff Weilert

I take the “g” from gnaw, the “w” from two,
And amass quite a few dozen more.
Now it is time for me not to speak out
So just sit back and read what is in store.
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Sweet Mystery by Paul Curtis

For Valentines Day
My husband, so sweet
Bought hand made chocolates
For me as a treat
In a flower covered box
Came the delicious confection
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Teeth by B. A. Llewellyn

... Teeth are a challenge as soon as they come,
They keep being a challenge ‘til the whole of life’s done.
Break through the gum and give life’s first pain
And it’s not just the once, it’s again and again. ...
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Terrible Rhymes by Geoff Weilert

Sometimes when I try to find a good rhyme
With a word, for example, like purple,
I can rack my brain for hours on end
And come up with just maple syurple.
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The Australian Open by Neva Chan-Algie

The Aussie grand slam is here again,
The players are practising, feeling no pain.
The racquets swing in the summer heat,
No one is playing with two left feet.
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The Bully by B. A. Llewellyn

He spent all his life
In marital strife,
And felt proud of the fact. Yes he did!
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The Humble Full Stop by B. A. Llewellyn

I wonder who, I wonder what,
Discovered our need for the humble full stop.
Did they pause, did they strain?
What in the sentence did they gain?
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The Hungry Frog by B. A. Llewellyn

He looked all around but not one to be found.
Not a fly, mosquito or gnat.
He tried hard to frown but felt such a clown ...
A frog’s expression stays flat.
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The Idea by B. A. Llewellyn

The idea was so sudden and bright.
It woke me up in the night
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The Hole Truth And Nothing But by Geoff Weilert

I swear to tell the hole truth,
So help me God,
But to tell the truth, the hole truth
Is something truly odd.
A hole is made of nothing
I hope you will agree.
But it’s a nothing that is a something
That you can measure and actually see.
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The Left Writes by Geoff Weilert

When doing things throughout my life,
It has always been my plight
To usually do all things correct,
But to never do them right.
For I am one of just a few,
And with this group I stand
Never wrong but still not right
But on the other hand.
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The Lost Wallet by Joan Ridley

The cry goes out, it’s loud and clear
Please have you seen my wallet dear?
I had it yesterday I know
Without it, cash is running low.
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The Sloth by Geoff Weilert

It’s not so profound
I just sit around
Towards work I am noncommittal.
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The Train by B. A. Llewellyn

An awfully big train came barrelling down,
Over the grass, without making a sound.
I couldn’t help wondering, as I stood all alone,
If I could run fast enough to still make it home.
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The Wrong Side of the Door by Geoff Weilert

The one thing about them
That is hard to ignore,
Is that a cat is always on
The wrong side of a door.
When it’s in, it wants out,
When it’s out, it wants in,
It no sooner goes through
It wants to return where it’s been.
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There's Is Something About A Cellist by Paul Curtis

There's something about a cellist
That really turns me on
A female cellist obviously
In a low cut evening dress
Of emerald green velvet
The great polished instrument
Between her long black stockinged legs
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Thnake by Geoff Weilert

This might sound rather crisp
But a snake with a lisp
Wouldn’t cause one to tremble and quake.
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Today, Tomorrow, and Forget It by Geoff Weilert

I really like to look at maps
And find places I’d like to go’ta
Like Morrow, Ohio; Knight, Indiana
And the small town Day, Minnesota.
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Tuesday Morning – Mondayitis by Matt Bennetts

I rolled around, I couldn't sleep, there was too much on my mind;
the rain outside was poking the roof at some unheard of time,
the wind laughed at my misery and flashed a red cape made of leaves
to get me charging angrily, headlong into the trees.
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Wayne by B. A. Llewellyn

It's not terribly sane to call your son Wayne
When your last name is Wayne as well. ...
It may make you smile, but pause for awhile,
A name carries a sort of a spell.
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Why Do Fools Fall in Love on Television by Denise Marshall

So predictable is television romance, much to my chagrin
stereotypical couples, usual an idiot and one with a brain
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YTIVARG by Geoff Weilert

I know it’s sure as shootin’
That since the days of Isaac Newton
When London Bridge is falling, it’s falling down.
But I say right to your face
That I have found a place
That would bring to old Sir Isaac one big frown.
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