By Ken Gosse
So Texted Zachary – a Phone Poem
He texted her, “Oh, Merry me!” She texted back “That sounds so guy!” But he continued, “We could B ...” She interrupted, “Can’t you C? You send your love from A to Z but texting only makes me cry!” If he’d just reached across the bed instead of playing with his phone, he could have touched the lass instead of texting alpha unto to zed, to let his heart speak, not his head— but joys she missed were never known.
Don’t Clench in the Clinch
In the heat of the moment their clinch became tighter each second, each inch, but in spite of some pinching there wouldn’t be flinching; much practice had made this a cinch, but when she played the part of tart wench, with her moans and her groans sounding French, she was deeply entrenched and his sweat left him drenched out of fear that their dentures would clench!
Valentines Day at the Office
With a screen saver flavor all red, white, and pink filled with chocolates and flowers and yes, kitchen sink, wrapped up in a bow by a beau, she’ll soon know if this frog is a prince—with one kiss and a blink.
Louie, Louie, Don’t We, Do We?
A dooby dooby doo ensnared two strangers in the night as the foggy, foggy dew began to hide them both from sight while the froggy, froggy croaking in the dewy, dewy fog wrapped their hearts within the cloaking of a foggy, foggy bog, but her “Do we? Do we?” doubting burst the fog of his delight, making Louie, Louie rout without requite of appetite.
Paradise Lost (Valentine’s Mourning)
It was the best of days, it was the worst of days— one that’s called Valentine’s comes and it stays in the heart, on the mind of all lovers who find their delight in delighting a love of like kind, but for those who are lost, having lost what they had, yet have known what has flown, whether lass or a lad, and whatever their ages, the poems of sages (those wise folk who dared not step in through the ages) delight many fools who dared tread where they dread, but become a sad bane, driving many insane who once had what they had and once sang their refrain but now find it the worst of the year, as if cursed by a Cupid whose poisoned darts long have disbursed a deep dark where a lark had once flown long before as they wander, alone, on a cold, distant shore, ever lost in a daze on the brightest of days, since they found that their heart and their hope parted ways.
Ken Gosse usually writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humor in traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, Sparks of Calliope and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.
4 thoughts on “So Texted Zachary and Other Poems”
Cleverly written, Ken. Well done 🙂
Thank you, Jim. “So Texted Zachary” is just a few months old but quickly became one of my favorites. The others are from last year or earlier. Some are from 2018. Like many of my poems, “Paradise Lost” has had multiple revisions, mostly whenever I consider a poem for submission. These are pretty well in their final form now.
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I hear you, Ken. I’m a writer too. Especially with poems it seems like there is always some tweaking to do 🙂
Jim, When I read your comment, I took a peak at your bio in Academy of the Heart and Mind. Similar in some ways to mine. I find that when I’m anxious to submit (I have 30 in submission now, just slightly higher than usual), I’m constantly reviewing and usually tweaking past poems. I’ve often been surprised that some ideas, maybe a phrase or two or something longer which seems hopeless, have eventually been tackled by my muses and come out smelling like a rose (or nightshade, if that’s their tone).