Patty's Goblin
by Ted L Glines

Our dear Patty has a goblin,
A fat and playful goblin.
He never makes a sound
But she knows when he's around
'Cause things will turn up missing;
And not easily be found.

Her address book was gone
And she searched from dusk 'til dawn.
For that errant address book,
High and low did she look,
Under things, behind things,
In every cranny, crack, and nook.

And mystery included her,
Every minute it eluded her,
'Til one day by surprise
Did she see and realize,
There it was upon the table,
Right before her wondering eyes!

And 'twas on  her hubby's b-day,
Happy fun-filled glee-day,
That she took the fateful pic,
For there he was in one fell click;
Goblin - reflected stark upon a door,
And caught forever in her flick.

He's not tiny, he's not small
Standing all of five feet tall.
His round face not gaunt nor thin
And he's got this silly grin,
Just as plain - he thinks he owns her,
Like a goblin next of kin.

If your hair rinse doesn't stay
Where you left it yesterday,
And things you cannot find,
Is someone stealing you blind?
It's likely just your goblin
Having giggles with your mind!

Author's Notes: True  tale. I've  seen the photo.

Perfect
by Ted L Glines

There's nothing makes me madder
than a flat chromosome ladder,
no coil to its shape,
can't be fixed with tape,
just makes me madder and sadder.

How else should I react
when you fail to make it exact,
the way it should be
necessarily,
to keep ideals intact.

No laces in my shoes
will make me sing the blues,
nothing to tie,
this will not fly,
you may expect boo hoos.

Poor rabbit with two noses,
embarrassed to strike poses,
you fell on your pratt,
made him like that,
he will not send you roses.

I like my snow all white
for that is my delight,
and when some fellow
makes it yellow,
he's going to get a fight.

I suffer deep dejection
at all this imperfection,
you really might
just get it right,
and I demand correction.

I guess my metronome
needs perfect beats to roam,
to suit my taste,
no time to waste
on a flattened chromosome.

Author's Notes: So, you want to  change  the world -- make everything perfect. Beware what you ask for --  you  might get it. Imagine a planet where everything is perfect  -- pristine --  symmetrical -- no flaws. Everyone gets along because  they all think perfectly  (the same) . They live in perfect houses  -- all the same -- endless rows of  sameness. Perfect cars -- perfect  kids -- perfect lives. Clones of perfection.  No different races  because they all look the same. Maybe they all look like  George  W. Bush (even the women -- what a horror that would be) . Who picked  the  perfect model? Does it matter? It's perfect -- after all.

Patty
by Ted L Glines

“Simple” Kentucky Lady
with her dog and her cat
Kaddy and Beau
she likes her solitude.

Bethesda Navy nurse
retired but not expired
she has handled great names
for better or for worse
wisdom grew from that.

Patty decorates her house
with Tinker Bell
and Micky Mouse
seems cute but you can tell
magick lives here.

Empath
(what is that?)
standing close to you
Patty feels what you feel
like the feeling was her own
(your pain strikes her down)
and if you shake her hand
your feelings amplify
in her
Patty could earn million$
going public with this
but close exposure to “public”
would kill her
places teeming with people
kill her with anguish
even church gatherings
where smiles mask other urges
shovel ugly into her
until she purges.

Police appreciate Patty
locating bodies
of missing persons
(I have watched her do this for years)
they always find
the hidden corpses
right where she said
they would be found ...
Patty always
wishes she was wrong.

Patty has a goblin
and two dead dogs
in her house
the goblin throws
her clothes hamper lid
across the room
(in front of witnesses)
he hides her glasses
and her shampoo
while one dog
lays upon her sofa
with Beau and Kaddy watching
and the other dog can be heard
burrowing in
her kitchen trash
but these are deceased friends
who follow her.

When spirits become too active
Patty smudges sage
all around her house
a simple cry for peace
and peace comes
for a while.

In the mid-sixteen hundreds
Patty's Christian friends
would have burned her for a witch
... yes - they really would have done that ...
but Christians forget
the magick Jesus did
maybe they do not care.

Patty is dyslectic
she might spell something backward
but she will know what you are saying
even when you lie.

Our “simple Kentucky Lady”
an open book to all
or so they think.