"Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like the barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tonight a mournful wind
is blowing an endless lament,
accosting me like the sudden gust
that swept hope away.
Wind was once a willing consort;
our careless love echoing
like laughter upon it--
before the jealous blast
of world war demolished you.
How the dreary years have passed,
leaving infant dreams
to the incessant whorls of time.
Categories:
accosting, war,
Form: Free verse
Feeling low and alone?
Tired of facing world?
Just look around
Creepy spider
Crawls up the wall
Inside your hall
Spins the web
That's tough to ebb
Outside your window
There near that meadow
Can you see those ants?
Throng to the nearby plants
Hoarding leaves when there's a chance
And on your lemon tree
A caterpillar enters into cocoon,
Hiding tears, behind blue tunes
Dreaming of rising in the moon
Can't you see?
You are not the only one
Accosting shots of life's gun
Every now and then
So whenever you feel alone
Just look around
June 12 2021
Categories:
accosting, beautiful, cheer up, people,
Form: Free verse
Plunged to terrain plagued, tasty female options
Surge of adrenalin pulses choices unsuitable
Piquant aroma pulls him closer, allure accosting
Sentient favours solacious flower so beautiful
Hurtled descent drops watchful onto hillock haze
Swayed seed laden willow heads have halos
Hedonistic impulse picks silken stems with craze
Seraphim surround a torn aura in dewy daos
Preordained mistake palates spasmed heartbeat
Shrews drawn to Stu allude to transformation
Prurient dripping pores warble wanton indiscreet
Strident serpentines permit desire incubation
Heathen has escape, wrapped parachute harness
Preparing his tortured innards for due launch
Hazards bring unbridled enthusiasm for newness
Pride hides a tarnished ego, attempts reforge
11th February
Whenever waking,
Lady tailor making
Categories:
accosting, absence, conflict, crush, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Finding humor in the most common of things
Is the ability reserved for a bunch of us dingalings
Ya gotta be silly
A silly hillbilly
Even if you start accosting strangers in the spring
Categories:
accosting, silly,
Form: Limerick
"Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like the barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tonight a mournful wind
is blowing an endless lament,
accosting me like the sudden gust
that swept hope away.
Wind was once a willing consort;
our careless love echoing
like laughter upon it--
before the jealous blast
of world war demolished you.
How the dreary years have passed,
leaving infant dreams
to the incessant whorls of time.
03/03/2018
Categories:
accosting, loss,
Form: Free verse
Our sweet dog Holly lies under our tree
She is wagging her tail so gleefully,
Knocking about the light Christmas tree balls.
She becomes quite shocked as one of them falls.
Holly thinks her gifts are ribbons and bows
She chews them and hides them, where?, no one knows.
Holly loves to romp in fresh fallen snow.
Her happy dark eyes just twinkle and glow.
Her cute black face is covered like frosting
While chasing a rabbit she's accosting .
She has a good canine friend named Jessie.
Holly and Jesse's paws get quite messy.
After their long frisky walk in the park
Holly gets tired from her Christmas lark.
When dinner completes her desire,
She loves to keep cozy by our log fire.
Holly is content with pats on her head,
Then snuggles to sleep at foot of my bed.
12-18-17
Christmas Story Contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
*This is a tribute to a very good friend's two dogs,
Holly and Jessie, who reside in England.
Merry Christmas to everyone!
Categories:
accosting, adventure, christmas, dog, snow,
Form: Couplet
On a dive to wreck of good ship "Soul"
I noticed a door locked tight.
Over I swam to peer inside a keyhole
Expecting it be blocked up tight.
In shock I pulled eye back in awe.
For I saw an eye in hole
Staring right back at me through door
Eye to eye, delving within, soul to soul.
I looked again; alien eye had move well away.
As I stared the eye returned
On head of blue-ringed octopus it lay.
A human eye on Cephalopod head adorned.
The shock recalled a memory long lost
Of a lover's deeply piercing eyes
Always there poised to engage, accost
With suckered arms through keyhole poised for pries.
Categories:
accosting, adventure, symbolism,
Form: Ballad
Once I used to see
flowery smiles,
fruitful friendships,
and ocean-deep loving hearts.
Decades after,
now I have no expectations...
I make no inferences
at the plastic faces looking at me;
lip-length hellos accosting me;
and those shallow hearts
spread before me.
Thinking of the changed world
I looked at myself in the mirror
and tried to smile
Nay! No expression!
There, staring at me
a weird plastic face!
Categories:
accosting, heart, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
When I was young, an urban lass, and not gregarious,
I’d never dream of speaking to a stranger on a bus.
I’d sit, demure, my eyes downcast, and hope quite desperately
That none of those weird passengers would try accosting me.
But, now I’m “fair and forty” (ish!) I’m bolder, and what’s more,
I’ve lived so long in Somerset I’d clean forgot mum’s law …
Until I went to London town to see my student daughter;
She lectured me for doing what I really didn’t oughta!
“You shouldn’t, mum! It isn’t safe!” she cried, in some alarm.
“Some folk round here are really strange. you might have come to harm!”
I’m sorry I upset her, but I carried on regardless.
I found most folks in London are quite friendly … even harmless.
Oh! I do love London Transport, and its camaraderie!
I had such fun, and lots of laughs and all completely free (!)
But now I’m home, I realise …
That weirdo, then,
Was me!!
Categories:
accosting, daughter, funny, motherlondon,
Form: Verse
Lady Spider weaving her web again;
Powerful stories surfing on the net.
Hostess - protecting anchors around
Trail Blazer, accosting melodic sound.
Wonder now, what traps she spins.
Boomerang, those frailed legs wantonly pin.
Hideous grips, Neo Geometric moves,
Tempting shots, another day, type cast hooves.
True DNA, we ought to meet,
Face to face on grass luscious green;
Fencing brainstorm, Vedic games:
Who lost and who reigns supreme.
Mark words; the destiny song sings,
Limpid Plangent the oasis rings:
Grasshoppers play their fiddle well.
She spider fries her tale: and it sells.
Categories:
accosting, life, love
Form: Free verse
Uncle Russ, never made much a fuss,
he was just kinda sorta rambunctious.
The whole whetsell bunch, when in a crunch
bent the rules without much compunction.
The cops, unamused, and very short-fused,
in Detroit they did ruff up my dad.
But that’s not so bad, when Russ they did grab
in Chicago and pounded him dead.
Now, none of this mess, you ever would guess,
had to do with those two I detailed.
But was my uncle Melf, a felon himself
so illusive, he never was jailed.
Snappy dressers, but never confessors,
dad and Russ remained so tight-lipped
Melf split so fast, the cops were aghast.
that they never knew when he skipped.
FBI with binocs, surrounded the block
at granny’s memorial service,
hoping that Melf, might show up himself
to pay some respects, although nervous.
Melf vaporized, the cops realized,
and they stopped accosting the clan.
Too late for Russ, since all of this fuss
cost him literally all that he had.
Categories:
accosting, family, funny, , memorial,
Form: Burlesque