Little Miss Mischief stalking feathered loot
Misty movement through grass, a gray mirage
The warbling victim tooting its last toot
Her pouncing play, I must sabotage
Before she bestows another birdie in my boot!
9/ 6/18
For Nina Parmenter's "Mischief" contest
Original form, Quatrain : 4 lines of verse
My annotation: I added a 5th line-
A hen meets a duck and joins a hunt. Wow. Wisdom flavours of ancient waters. Lingering laughing llamas lounging. Traditionalists glow and grow from packs of geese, swarms of sausages and packs of noodles. All bundled then. Good. Get on the correct train and pronounce bee with the correct annotation dressed in a yellow suit. Buzzing busy business booming. And flour flourishing. And a tempest of a trailer is not a temper or a template. Ok. Wailing a wall walking a water. Milking a flower bud. Making a straw cake. And adjusting the heat of a calendar. Calibrating with 1000 fried rice bowls, 90 giggling saucepans and a piteous fish fork glowering triumphantly on a mahogany table. Oh look the patterned tea cups are journeying on that space shuttle. Ambiguous amphibian arguing with architecture is archived. And a stirring of a pan of cheese sauce is very very imaginative and animated. Hahahaha a broom sailing hahahaha popinjay popping. *** circumstantially z
(TO) OLAND
O pen up and tell your Mom.
L ife is not to shun.
A spire to be who you are.
N ever defeat your goals.
D on't deny your soul.
(TO) TONY RASHAD
T ogether is a strong word
O ften use with opposite annotation.
N ever interpret it as such
Y our strength magnifies a deeper intelligence.
R a reached for the sun in
A ncient Egypt.
S ky bound he was as the sun god.
H e command his chariot above as
A pharaoh of divine powers.
D on’t deny yours.
(TO) EMILY NIK’OLE-BLAIR
E xpressive character with
M onumental truths that are
I nfluence by
L ife potential wealth.
Y esterday is our history.
N o matter how far the sun rise
I am always part of your stride.
K eeping the pace through contact
O ver the phone or via writing.
L ive life to be fulfilled with your desires.
E veryday make worthwhile.
B ecause we are from the same blood
L et’s remain in focus of what we
A spire to attain.
I know we are of similar minds in that we are
R eady to leave the past behind.
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Penned February 27, 2015!
Revised March 02, 2015!
in love with vermilion
floating on optics
………………………………………….
you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning
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fishless bones
still he smels of withering pain
on black satin
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you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
annotation
disfigurs the essence
……………………………………………
i will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief
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i am done
the poem is over
death has walked away
Satish Verma