its come in strong
no home feeling all alone
some hard to carry on
its a hard beat
living on the street
no shoes on there feet
its real bab news
the got the
WINTER BLUES
“The wind is the pounding of my heart.”
Rush of my pulse ‘neath Autumn trees.
The brisk, cool wind - twist, coil and twine.
Refreshing eucalyptus-breeze -
Rush of my pulse.
Suddenly surrounded - all mine.
Dalliance incites me to freeze.
This uptick of heart is divine.
Deep breath, breathless, the swoon of knees.
Inspirited cheeks, cerise-wine.
This heartbeat of maples decrees -
Rush of my pulse.
8/15/2022
Contest: Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
Roundel - abaR/bab/abaR
Refrain - 4 syllables, other lines 8 syllables
Used RhymeZone.Com and HowManySyllables.Com
and PS Grammar Checker
It was a party for the ages
Everyone and their friends were there
When half way through the festivities
A loud explosion burst in the air!
Cy Cosis yelled, "They are after me!"
Debbie Downer said, "That was not fun!"
Bab Ling Brook ran down the hillside
Petey Essdee said, "I'm getting my gun"
Del E. Gate said, "Annie, check it out!"
Annie Rexiya said, "I"m too fat"
Perry Noid said, "We should just hide!"
Sue Purglu said, "I'd stick with that!"
Carrie Oakey sang slightly off key,
"I'll be joining you in heaven mom!"
While Sam R. Eye pulled out his sword!
A kid said, "My firecracker was the bomb!"
Rolling eyes and frowns all around
Embarrassment at colors laid bare
The kid looked around and said, "What?"
And they all just went home in despair!
don't sleep
get on your feet
stop some in charge
before worle a barge
war is bad stuff
for hope its the right vote
its a bab mistake
BEFORE ITS TO LATE
WAKE UP
Biobab ever sits unable to stand but a tree.A broad trunked,huge like rocks,from silk-cotton family fruiting for paper,cloth and rope suiting.
Bab is gate in Arabic and the tree is an African origin.A gateway between Asia and Middle East kept opened for centuries.Ancient,heavy,immemorial gift from Arab traders for shadowing the Sun hitting Mannar soil in then Ceylon.A mark of gesture of Arabs on their merchandised soil but no a trade mark as traders hail.
Hats off dear Arabs for your kind hearts.Biobab a tropical being sits smart for half of Adam’s age in the coastal belt of Northern province of Sri Lanka!
It had been snowing all night- it was bad,
you were going to work but I said stay;
you called me silly and I was so mad.
One last tear for love.
You left with a slam of the door that day,
I went back to my bed but I was sad;
then heard a crash in my dream of cold gray.
You had always wanted to be a dad,
but now my love was going far away;
for somehow my heart knew that it was bad,
One last tear for love.
I floated to the crash to see your face,
a gauzy dream girl with hair like a fan;
weeping darling for a final embrace.
One last tear for love.
Your death had never been in our plan,
this love- time will never ever erase;
the police came and then my grief began.
This dream girl came to your deathly cold place,
I kissed your dead blue lips and held your hand;
but of love and husband there was no trace.
One last tear for love.
_____________________________
February 3, 2019
Poetry/Roundel x 2/One Last Tear For Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1111-723-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
abax bab abax
Written for the contest, One Last Tear
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
you ses brids flying
am not lying
sands wet
no sunshine yet
to see
it is bab news
its the
BEACH BLUES
field of windmills
thick, wool and warm
fireside...
Sunday
flowers......
silly friends
autumn to winter
sad smiles...
hummus with pita
bab ganoush
pumpkin soup
7am.
green memories
that change regularly
Murphy's law
side by side
in a cave with Nick
you wouldn't understand
how tired I feel
you can not translate the pain
you are the one
don't won't any boby els
won't you all to my self
bab y need love too
my boby
ALL
FOR YOU
Leanne was a farm girl at heart
She loved playing with her special cow
She used to eat her mums freshly made tart
Leanne didn't like her brothers sow
Oliver used to make the oil
Dan made the juice
Oliver used to oil up Leanne and the cows
Dan bit off her ear!
Leanne danced with the poodle
Leanne danced with the cock(erel)
Leanne's legs where like noodles
Leanne's ear went like a rock
I miss 'Bao to my bab' but Trish won't allow it
I'm scarred James will leave me
But Linda is by my side
I love Poetry soups!!!!!
----Dedicated to Linda (Poetry Destroyer A), and JB, you know who you're ;-) ---
Angels come in many
Forms
Perhaps within the lightning
Within a storm
Perhaps within the pebble
Of a thorn
Perhaps within the
Heart of a new born Bab
Perhaps within the sunlight
Of a day
Perhaps within the church bells
Ringing loud..
Perhaps within
A cloud passing through
Perhaps within the laughter's
Of joy deep inside you..
Perhaps within the peace
Of sleep..
Angels come in many forms
Perhaps it's the tear upon your cheek
Perhaps upon your tongue
Of your whispering prayers
Breath in the sweet scent
Of the angels air
For they come in many forms
Behind his stone walls
his heart cry's hiding fear
behind his eye's.
lonely whisper echo's across
the heavens are
father is listening dear child
your faith is weak
for your body has fallen deep
with a sickness of
are blessed father's test
is upon you rest your worried
mind let your faith grow
like that of a new born Bab
for are blessed father is with you
each and everyday
not a day goes by
that he doesn't wipe your
teary eyes let faith
walk strong within your soul
Neal down on your knees
and pray until your
heart fills with peace
for it is at that very moment
are sweet blessed father
has moved the gray
I've thur a lot
my love was hot
you broke it apart
now it on the down chart
after all this bab stuff
its
HARD TO MAKE UP
you walk as we talk
and has bab things to say
as you walk a way
love is not game play
it hurt when its not cool
THESE OR
TEARS OF A FOOL
Listen Catzilla
Yeah bab you can jive
Hit it and stomp it out all night
you’ve got legs for moving and hips
for proving.
Come on over here don’t stop doing what you’re doin.
Feel the piano keys,
Smash smash smash
That look comes with a follow threw
To you, jump on the floor
Let me show you a little more
Of what I can do.
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