In the Night

“You are the dove-soft train whistle in the night,”
That echoes and slowly erodes sand castles in the night.

You listened carefree, every pun and double entendres
And my humorous telling made you chortle into the night

On the living room sofa, reminiscing the years gone by,
In the kitchen, tea boils in the kettle, well into the night.

Dancing in dance halls, noshing at happy hours,
feeling alive in the city’s hustle and bustle of the night.

The giggles start small, then they come, fast and furious,
Then nonstop: effects of empty wine bottle in the night.

Notes: Day 27 of NaPoWriMo 2016. Off-prompt today. Using a line from Billy Collins’ Canada for this ghazal.

And that’s all I have to say about that

You can fool many people some time
You can fool fools all the time
And that’s all I have to say about that
Hate you can, but you can’t hurry love
And that’s all I have to say about that

My baby can start a fight in an empty house
My baby can raise hell and stuck a chunk under it
And that’s all I have to say about that
My baby’s in a horn-tossing mood
My baby’s so contrary she’s floating up-stream
And that’s all I have to say about that
My baby’s got some snap in her garters
My baby’s rope got no slack
And that’s all I have to say about that
If my baby crows, the sun’s up
And that’s all I have to say about that
This ain’t my baby’s first rodeo
And that’s all I have to say about that
My baby speaks ten words a second, with gusts to fifty
My baby’s jumping like hot water on a skillet
And that’s all I have to say about that

Cut your own firewood, it’ll warm you twice
And that’s all I have to say about that
Don’t squat on your spurs
And that’s all I have to say about that
He’s confused as a goat on AstroTurf
And that’s all I have to say about that

Notes: Day 26 of NaPoWriMo 2016.  Today’s prompt was to write a poem that is “an interactive exchange between one main speaker and an audience.”  I remember Forrest Gump’s refrain “that’s all I got to say about that” and mashed it up with some Texan sayings (and couple of other ones) into a found poem.