Poems
by Terry Brinkman

 

Sleepy Whale 431

 

Wide brimmed hat she hides her face at the Brink

Live by sort of a half laugh quirk

A bit weak on her pins telling a yarn

Preaching and picking your pocket, cheap

Chairs left upside down with a table in the Barn

Ups his pint to wet his whistle to keep

Time to be quiet with Sabastian and darn

Who was and who is and who’s sheep

 

 

 

 

 

Sleepy Whale 430

 

Pronounced eyes for witchery work

Silkily seductive Bluest of Irish Blue Ink

Voice of a Pick Ax, Face White Washed Pink

Penance for her sin bird screaming jerk

Cluster of Violet but One White Star left in the lurk

Like a cat sitting behind a dog’s link

Wide brimmed hat to hide her Brink

Live by your Pen half laugh quirk

 

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