Zany and free spirited, Mr. Bungo is a one man show
Yodeling any song you like, doing the "old soft shoe"
Xenial to one and all, he can always charm the crowd
Wild and crazy is he, in a world of his own fantasy
Verily, a man of many talents, with his skits and tricks
Under a bright red canopy, he performs amazing feats
Tickling our fancy with imaginative tales of wonder
Somersaulting through hoops, landing on heaps of feathers
Rides around the ring on a wild, high strung ostrich
Quickly, Mr. Bungo jumps up onto tall stilts and
Parades through the crowd, while playing a kazoo
Odd and quirky, his clothes are colorful, bright and loud
No telling what Mr. Bungo might say or do next, he can
Mimic voices, impersonating a host of sounds and noises
Laughing, he loves to hear the audience roar and cheer
Kind, he tries to hide it, but has a soft spot for little kids
Just watch his face beam as he gives them animal balloons
I can spot tears forming behind his sad, light blue eyes
He has a soft heart, but doesn't want to show it, so he
Grabs his tall, silly hat, and springs back into action
Flinging himself into a rocket contraption, we watch
Eager to see what Mr. Bungo will do next, now sparks blast
Daring and brave, he rockets up into the air so high
Careful, Mr. Bungo, we don't want you to crash and die!
Barely, he escapes a tragic collision, he finally lands
And then Mr. Bungo bows, leaps up and does a hand stand.
Written on 9/29/2015
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015
As beguiling costumes dazzle eyes
flashing glitter heightens indulgences.
Jasmine kisses lightheadedly make
nerves of passion quiver.
Rhinestone stars twinkle
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
Against barren cliffs, daylight enters , finding
glistening horizons ,iridescent jewels keeping
lovely minarets near Olympic peaks, quietly revealing
snowbound turrets under velvet winds ..
Xanadu, you'r Zion
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
You must follow
One who knows!
The chief end of life!
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie?
That, may be a lie?
Copyright © oliver Okoli | Year Posted 2006
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
Another anthology appears
Boldly boasting ballads.
Can't construct cinquain,
Ditto deconstructing didactic.
Easy efforts elevate essentially.
Fabulous frippery, fun, fauxmance.
Giving gifts ,gaiety, glory.
Hiding hyperbole ,hailing honesty.
I ignore idiosincricy.
Jubilant jeweled jots.
Luminates lovers learning.
Masters manage monoku.
No one notices nonsense.
Only ones own oratory,
Presents problems personally.
Quatern quixotically quizzes,
State simple statements softly.
They translate terse tense truthfully.
Villanelles vex vagueries.
Written without wordiness,
Yes,you yearn, yearn yonder, zee's zero
Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2011
And solid rock,
Shooting and so hot,
Twinkling, I'm not.
I'm bursting flames,
of high degrees,
Moving clouds of methane,
And cold breeze.
Bluer that Earth's cloudless skies,
And countless why's.
And wonders of my atmosphere,
Millions and billions of years,
Hundreds and thousands of orbits I've witnessed,
Like wood rings of living oak,
My burning gases,
That'll never smoke,
I AM UNIVERSE!
Copyright © Whitley Fields | Year Posted 2014
Within the darkness
There is a glittering light
Its radiant shine passes
Through anyone's mind
It shall create realization
That ripples in space
Everyone has spark of light
But the sparks of all
Are brighter than one?
Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2012
Years past unfold
Seems just yesterdays
Tomorrow will be New Year
Streams of thoughts never change.
Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2012
Clumsy days and hazy nights
Haunting and bring me tears
I should stop perturbing
Whilst my heart still whipping
Wrath of nature is just reflection
Of my fragments that created imprints
Within my being that stands steadfast
Even in the darkest days of my existence.
Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2012
Any bold cloud dancing
enjoys flirting gallantly,
hoisting; inspiring; jousting;
knowing laughter makes nice orchestrations
particularly quenching raw spirits
teaching unabashed vanity
While Xylophones yammer zanily.
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2007
There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street, will be kissing his paws .
for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.
Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays
Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep.
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !
Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast ,
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.
Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.
No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw
One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
A Feeling That Gets Me Feeling The Greatest
Flipping Through Songs That Make me Feel like I'm Going To Make It
I CAn Sit Back, Chill & Relate With
The Sun Goes Up & The Moon Goes Down
Everyday I Know I have Not YEt Reached The Rooftops, But I'm Sure Not Touching The Ground
Have Much To Believe In, But Do I Believe it or not
My Mind Keep Racing While My Face is on Stuck
Then My Eyes Close Shut
Zoning In & Out of Conscious
Deep Thoughts on How I Was Born Into The Worlds Sickness
Will I Sit Back & Die from it or Live Past It
I'm Feeling It
The High I Get from Life
That Grew Into My Life
Feeling Like Everthing is Alright
If I Die Tonight My Soul Will Be Already Dancing Around The Stars Lights
I Had A Cruel Summer, But I'm Going to Enjoy My Chill Winter Nights
Reaching New Heights
The Comfort is Just Right
My Mind is in the Clouds
My Body has Slown Down
I Lay Gently Into a Dream & in My Dream I Never Wake Up From My Dream
Lost In It All
The Sky, The Galexy & Everything In-Between
-In My Zone
Copyright © Malcolm Brooks | Year Posted 2013
My heart is yet on the globe,
The erroneous proceedings from Adam;
Which led to successive diversity,
Further deepening till this morning,
The bleeding sore of disintegration,
Bequeathed to the result of today.
Seven continents they become,
Originally one as trinity;
Like that in the upper room,
Distorted accent and language,
Further sinking beneath unity;
To the state at hand today
There was a mind of possibilities
With formidable determination
That benefited from the division
These brains could have been harnessed
To revivify our world,
But for the knave that left us here today
I crave mending glue,
Joining the Antarctic crevices;
Sucking dry Arctic waters,
In return to a unified world,
Eden of the genesis with many colours;
A mirage? But here we are today!
Copyright © Akinsehinwa Damilola | Year Posted 2015
WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?
Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.
Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.
“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.
They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007
Away behind clouds defying,even fighting gravity
heaven in juxtaposition
kites leaping merrily
now on pivotal quickening,reaching skyward
tailspinning upon very wide x's
I'd like to dedicate this to Andrea Dietrich for her always encouraging words
and comments on my poetry that are uplifting...I appreciate it so much...
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2012
Alone and waiting in a corner of the piazzA
I can feel my heart race and throB
The night is warm and the mood is romantiC
Sweet scents of flowers wafteD
In the evening breezE
I close my eyes and allow myselF
To him a tune from a lively sonG
From my lips escape a soft and contented sigH
As my fingers tap loudly to make a TimpanI
I remember my old friend RaJ
My mind wandered and drifted bacK
To the sea of memories in a saiL
Images on my mind unfold as in a dreaM
Like a song that plays a sad refraiN
The sound of the past lingered like echO
As I open my eyes to the present and woke uP
To the chiming of the clock tower so antiQ
As it strike to tell the hour, my mind bluR
The memories fade leaving me with feelings of happinesS
So fleeting that I lost myself for a momenT
Reality set in as I search the milieU
Hoping to find the familiar face of my luV
I wonder if he would show up somehow
My heart longs to see him and I feel vex
As the night progress, making my head tipsY
From wine and the ringing of slaughters in my ears buzZ
Copyright © Nudershada Cabanes | Year Posted 2014
A is for Arrogance, a proud unbending prince,
B is for Burden, his stony heart of flint.
C is for the Court, Arrogance's royal home,
D is for Dunce, a learned little gnome.
E is for Elegance, a beautiful princess,
F is for the Fabric, that built her lovely dress.
G is for the Gems, that glittered in her crown,
H is for her Hair, that shining shimmers down.
I is for Intelligence, Dunce's greatest gift,
J is for his Joking, for Dunce's wit was swift.
K is for the Keel, of Elegance's fated ship,
L is for the Lighthouse, upon the fated trip.
M is for Miscalculation, by which the ship did sink,
N is for Nonsensical, for the captain didn't think.
O is for the Oddity, by which Elegance was saved,
P is for the Panic, that dragged the sailors to their grave.
Q is for the Quality, with which the princess swam,
R is for the Rock, she grabbéd with her arm.
S is for the Soldier, who spied her lying on the shore,
T is for the Time it took, to carry her to palace door.
U is for the Union, Dunce had secretly long planned,
V is for the Violence, with which Arrogance kissed her hand.
W is for the Wedding, which Arrogance then desired,
X is for the Xeniums he gave, to keep his love from being tired.
Y is for the Yes, compassionate Elegance gave the feller,
Z is for Arrogance's saving grace; his wife, the royal young Zitella...
His heart is kinder now, people have been heard to say,
And he rarely ever frowns, even to this day...
Copyright © Joseph Hartley | Year Posted 2013
I would love to see "twinkle" on my eyes,
but even the mirror seems in disguise.
I see myself better when my eyes are closed,
that way i am friend with my heart in trouble.
Fake me not, mirror in front
I let you you read me,
but could you really see?
Mind is in chaos,
wrinkles on forehead shows.
You see that I know,
but can you put words to it too?
I wish you could talk back,
so you could put back on track
my heart, my mind...
and thoughts running wild.
Copyright © Evangeline Demate | Year Posted 2013
I woke up feeling cool in my room
Got up and stretched my hands to the roof
Checking the time, it was few minutes to noon
Had to dash out to the loo else I go against the rule and I'll be booked.
As the shower running
Likewise was my heartbeat running
I tried doing some humming
May be I could clear my Mind from turning
Alas it was too loud to know the water was skin burning
I remembered the time and knew I was late
I tried all I could but couldn't just beat the rate
Still I dashed out of my gate as I paced in haste.
In less than a month I'll add to my age
This's to tell me I'm now of age
I've bn a fine boy even at my stage
I never stopped being one, you need to check out my page
Life has shown me sides, yet I keep my rage
It's time for me to think before it's too late
This work won't give me joy forever
Nor the job keeping me fit moreover
Grey hair springing out like never
Even the girls now reply me "whatever"
But I don't give a damn whatsoever
It's time to leave the wilderness and wander less
Only God knows where I'll find myself next
Round the country I've been in each I try building my nest
Yet I've never found a place of rest
Mother nature behold your son wandering in the dunes of life
He's got no place to rest, but he's just alive
He's journeyed for decades yet never arrived
Be merciful and beam on his path a shining light
Mother nature mother nature
Can't keep toiling like this all my years
I live my life but all in fear
Day and night I soak my nest in tears
When I tread through the ice, I dread the polar bears
When I'm depressed I soak myself in bear
With this I break the heart of my dears
Mother nature the oracle of existence
Save your son from the grip of this fierce pestilence
I've tried to be great with every persistence
I fortified my heart with resilience
But the worth of my life is evident even in my residence
Rescue me before I get drowned
Can't continue to have my hair brown
I want my health sound and my frame round
Let me not be continually called a clown
Never wait till I go deep six feet down
This is when I need to be crowned.
Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016
I'M AS YOUNG AS I FEEL
I'M NOT GETTING OLD. I'M AS YOUNG AS CAN BE.
THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL THE MATER WIT ME.
MY HAIR IS NOT GRAY. THERE'S A SILVERY SHINE.
MY BACK IS NOT BENT I'VE A FANCY SHAPED SPINE.
WHEN I BREATHE, I DO NOT HAVE A WHEEZE.
I HAVE FUNNY SHAPED LEGS, BUT NOT BANDY KNEES.
MY TEETH ARE NOT GONE BECAUSE THE WERE OLD.
I EAT TOO MANY SWEETS, OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD.
THESE HEARING AIDS, NOT FOR DEAFNESS, I'M SURE.
THEY SAY THAT PREVENTION IS BETTER THAN CURE.
I'M NOT GETTING SLOWER. I JUST TAKE MY TIME,
THE COLD DOESN'T GET ME. I ALWAYS FEEL FINE.
I DON'T HUFF AND PUFF MY WAY BACK FROM THE SHOP.
I DON'T GET TIRED AND DON'T HAVE TO STOP
YES, MY HAIR IS A LITTLE BIT LIGHT.
IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE SHAMPOO I WAS USING LAST NIGHT.
MY PULSE IS NOT DIM, IT'S JUST HARD TO FIND.
MY BONES ARE NOT BRITTLE, THERE ONE OF A KIND.
THESE ARE NOT WRINKLES, JUST MATURE SKIN.
I AM VERY WELL PROUD OF THE SHAPE I AM IN.
I'M AS FIT AS A FIDDLE, A SPRING CHICKEN STILL.
I AM NOWHERE NEAR OR OVER THE HILL.
THE GOLDEN AGE IS A LONG WAY AWAY.
UNTIL I AM READY, THATS WHERE IT CAN STAY.
BY SHIRLEY MOODY...
Copyright © Shirley Moody | Year Posted 2011
Digested by mortal strength, overpowered by passion of integrity,
The splendor of my forceful will,
Touched by heart,. Touch with imagination,
Yes, in the depths of my inner heart even still.
My dreams, my inspirations, my visions,
a gift of awareness, revealed by my dignity.
Rewarded by truth of my own reality.
My inner eyes of sight, magically formed by
tremendous substance and distinction.
Oh yes – the mystical, glowing beam of light.
It is the touch of heart, the touch of imagination,
The mystery, the startling spark of true determination.
It kindles the inward burning flame from unseen
forces and unusual power.
Holding so tenderly, so effortlessly with no limits
submerged by our hearts and minds in this very hour.
This reflected image -- our heart of cleansing purpose can find.
Within our very depths those hidden truths live
Beyond the boundaries of our minds.
In time -- our destination shall be revealed.
Those hidden, silent ideals, yes our private
Truths shall no longer be concealed.
That special touch of the heart, the glory of our imaginations,
Our starving inner child, craving to learn, to grow, to know.
Longing for purpose, believing with open arms to receive.
As the years have passed,
our imagination has dimmed, yes it has faded.
Now aching for that creative play to mend,
As your inner child has been lost in the force of the wind.
Reach for the touch of heart, once again,
Reach for the depths of your inner child’s imagination within.
Copyright © Cathy Kaiser | Year Posted 2014
Apple pucker gets things started.
Bacardi Limon, with Sprite of course.
Cactus Juice, on the rocks.
Dirty mother, one of my Kahlua faves.
Eggnog, now even more so my Christmas fave.
French Connection, takes me to France for next to nothing.
Gin and tonic, just to try it.
Hypnotiq, I'm hooked on it.
Incredible Hulk, he'll tear you up.
Jack Daniels, my new best friend.
Kahlua, add it to coffee...mmmm mmmm good.
Long Island Iced Tea, one is not enough for me.
Malibu and Coke for an island escape.
Nuttini, the only martini that I will touch.
Ouzo, Greeks can keep this for themselves, I wouldn't mind one bit.
Pina coladas, problems soon forgotten.
Quince liqueur, if I have the time.
Rusty Nail, the kind I don't mind if I encounter.
Sex on the beach, now that's always fun.
Tequila one, tequila two, tequila three, tequila floor.
U-238, the only bomb I wanna be blown away by.
Velvet Hammer, can pound on me anytime.
Whiskey, Irish whiskey, preferably...goes down smooth, doesn't burn.
XXX, the Molson that will wreak havoc with my head.
York Peppermint Patty shot when my breath needs refreshing.
Zima, for something to break the ice.
Copyright © Roxanne Schroeder | Year Posted 2005
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Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2012
isint life a weird
so many cases have been feared
life is not always feared
your life is one big question
we ask it daily as a message
instead different texting
life is never bad
sometimes it may me us mad
but living it makes us remember the good
times we had
Copyright © monica bradley | Year Posted 2015
Why don’t we go
For a vacation to Mogadishu
If you know where to find it on the map
You can raise vegetables
In a minefield
Or attend the birthday party of a warlord
Machine gun fire for dessert
Half of Mogadishu is on the run
To a better life
Sometimes people return to their home
If they can find it
In a crater
With a cluster bomb lawn
Copyright © RAINER LOVEIAM | Year Posted 2011
Let’s take a trip to the moon
And built a tent in there
Let’s visit the sun
And offer him a drink to chill
Let’s stopover in the planets
And find new friends
Let’s provide the medals
For the running asteroids
Let’s hide the hole of the ozone
And build houses for the poor
Let’s take a bath
In the shower of rain
Let’s play guitar
In the strings of lightning
Let’s hear the songs
Of the composer storms
Clouds are not covering our dreams
So aim for the limitless space
Do not ever forget that
Nothing is impossible
Because we are the Tomorrow’s people
Copyright © kriya nath | Year Posted 2014
Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.
Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013
if i had to go to my class
through garden i had to pass.
i saw many roses smiling at me,
red yellow white with a golden bee.
between them stood a baby bud,
like a precious crown raised from the mud.
i waited it ti burst open,
to see the color it had wipen.
the next morning when i saw,
it was neither red nor yellow or white.
but it had all these three shades,
in the morning magic,it was looking very bright.
it was the same for the next few days,
and the other day it said something to me-
that it is going to qiut as it played its role
to make me bliss in whole.
we have to learn every thing from the rose
i will tell it to you of course.
we are sent here to make people bliss,
and it is what we shall not miss.........
Copyright © sravya chowdary | Year Posted 2015