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Monday, January 5, 2026

johnny's picture


by dog e relaford



johnny drew a picture
he drew it in his head
the sky was blue
and the leaves were red

the grass was green
but was turning brown
the bus was late
on its way from town

johnny was sad
because the bus was late
was this, he wondered
to be his fate?

the bus arrived
driven by a cow
the cow had no license
johnny got on anyhow

the sky turned gray
it started to rain
no one ever saw
poor johnny again




Sunday, January 4, 2026

not very good


by anonymous



i wrote this poem
i wrote it today
it ls not very good
but i like it anyway

roses are flowers
lobsters have shells
i have a secret
i never will tell

some things are free
most things cost
once I was found
but again I am lost

nobody likes me
i have no friends
i hate my life
and wish it would end



Saturday, January 3, 2026

duck


by dog e relaford




johnny had a kangaroo
he left it on the moon
nobody objected
except pete the quiet goon

remember september
when the trees were under water
except for young zero
it would been hotter

charlie had a duck
in everybody’s flowers
go henceforth
and challenge untrammeled power

judy had a koala
which would not mind its manners
lancelot liked blackberries
but merlin preferred bananas





Monday, December 22, 2025

bradley


by horace p sternwall



bradley walked on the sidewalk
with a suitcase in his hand
they thought he was going to work
but he was headed for the promised land

he went down to track 14
and got on the smoking car
he took his pipe from his pocket
though he was not going far

he started to flick his lighter
and a hand fell on his arm
it was his old chum constantine wedge st john
from his days back on the farm

they had run way together
on the b & o railroad line
to find fame and love in the metropolis
and write poetry and drink wine

how are you, old fellow?
st john drawled in his most disarming style
since we waited in the shadows together
it has certainly been a while

the universe has been blown apart
and put together again
and nobody loses any more
and nobody wins

since everybody was a beatnik
and everybody was a seer
and all the vamps were ire
and all the wolves were were




Friday, December 19, 2025

dream 25


by dog e relaford



you know it was a dream
because the person in the dream is dead
you open your eyes
and the air goes out of your head

you go back to sleep
and walk on the dark beach
the waves are silver money
just out of reach

the gang arrives
and tell you they are taking you back
the leader’s name is clark
but you wish that it were mac

mac was your friend (sort of)
a long time ago
you walked in the rain
and got lost in the snow




Tuesday, December 16, 2025

falling asleep poem


by dog e relaford



there is something wrong with my brain
it is hard to explain
the clown eats a pistachio ice cream cone
but his yellow dog has no bone

the white dog outside the window
takes it easy and slow
he has as much time as the sphinx
as the raindrops go plink plink plink

the dishes are piled in the sink
the cook needs another quick drink
the clown is not feeling himself
and puts his red nose back on the shalf

on this spot long ago
a sabre tooth tiger walked in the snow
a dinosaur came in from the cold
and the world was already old




Monday, December 15, 2025

zero hour


by bofa xesjum



four people were stranded on a desert island.

donald trump (the worst person who has ever lived), my mom (the nicest person who has ever lived), the queen of sheba (the most beautiful woman who has ever lived), and friar roger bacon, the smartest man who has ever lived, who wrote shakespeare in his spare time).

they were searching for the perfect coconut, but had not been able to find it.

one day a raft appeared off the shore of the island.

there were four people on it.

dr frankenstein (the greatest inventor the worls has ever known), his monster, mata hari (the most seductively alluring spy who has ever lived) and allen dulles (the mastermind behind the cold war).

ahoy, dr frankenstein called, do you folks want to be rescued?

no, donald trump called back, we want to look for the perfect coconut a little while longer.

the raft departed.

night fell over the island.

do you hear something? the queen of sheba asked friar roger bacon.

i can not say that i do , he started to reply.

suddenly a great light -