O Marchsillypus!
Sour apples, roaring dandelions
lambykins and daffodils
furglowering seeds
blown through sweetling fingers
and tweedy cantankerous fiends
with the fierceness of lions
toss the bouncing balls
of lollypopkins into streets
not made of gold
to save his much too lawngreen soul
except for honeysweet grandma types
who stomp on the old man’s toes
he cries with defeat
as his sprinkler tears torture more seeds to sprout
and poppop is forced to pat
candy-necklaced twins
softly on their wretched heads
his sentinel-wife sanctimonious with arrowslant eyes
will reprise a kick in his bumbum
if he doesn’t likewise pat their furpet
who tinkles and wrecks havoc
O sillysourpusskin
your dreams are afright
not for sun days but treacherous nights
3/10/2021
JUST A SILLY POEM!
Categories:
afright, humor, march, silly,
Form: Light Verse
Ago I watched a woman coax
A fellow back from death.
Sand clung to the drowned
Man's shoulder, briny fluid
Dripped from clustered hair
Breath pushed lung to throat
In that moment inelastic life
Crashed back upon the dead
like a shadow tsunami
A curl of pale and bilious gas
Fumed from chimney nostrils
Solidified in black to wight
A crowd appeared though I alone
Observed that embryonic beast
Queasy, shivering afright,
I marked its flight beyond the foam
And with a sudden acumen
retrained my sights on death undone
Anon the surly imp invades
My repose, persists, cajoles
Courses as the Golden Horde
Across the spear grass steppes
Lodges of despondent darkness
Curtains drawn in masquerade
Where to the sopping man, renewed,
Removed I have no honest clue
Yet, with Lutheran conviction:
Beware the mirrored urchin clone
Loosed against our universe
Deceptive doppelganger who'd
Concuss humanity, earthbound
Sedate the benefactor faction
Throwing shade across the globe
Foment a foul and frothy chaos
Their like exists, implicit legion
Homunculi, contrary of the crowned
Categories:
afright, corruption, dark, evil, universe,
Form: Blank verse
Fauning hairy sprite
Convene woodland diet
Passion and fervor ignite
From forest thickets alight
Guided by Luna's veil so bright
Gird your loins with all your might
Reins and halter held tight
Wend your way thru the dark night
Brandishing sword, your birthright
Scour lowlands scourge, blight
All that haunt and afright
Search lowest dale, mountain height
Nymphs uproot, demons fight
Forage your pastures stealthy, quiet
Keep fleeing dwarves in your sight
Sequester unicorns, leprechauns that spite
Mollify wizards that charm then slight
Into babbling brooks foamy white
Caress truant mermaids until first light
Then to your sylvan lair take flight
Categories:
afright, fantasy
Form: Rhyme