After repeat defeats were strewn
The timing was most opportune
Started on an afternoon in June
Bazball did enthrall was a boon
Love new plans fans did croon
Bliss soaring sixes above festoon
Adoring this scoring monsoon
At the gall all pundits did swoon
Can’t impugn change of fortune
Batting assault & new era hewn
For 2 years were over the moon
Luxuriating in the Bazball lagoon
Magical mystical & mythical rune
Could stop Tests from dying soon
Harbinger of gunslinger’s saloon
Save cricket from its silver spoon
From results the cult couldn’t cocoon
Faults and default style won’t prune
Want to party like they’re in Cancun
Down under plunder burst the balloon
Stokes went from typhoon to buffoon
As the ECB and Key he did lampoon
Then Ben again did his team maroon
So it ends like any loony tune cartoon
As high noon for that wee Kiwi racoon
English Test tycoon to white ball goon
"That’s all folks” Baz’s bull finally spewn
Faint sounds of a fiddle filter in over the hills
where the sun had awaken
batting her beautiful jade eyes
for the world to see
but it felt like it was only meant for me
I could get used to the heat
and the coyness
when she hides behind the moon
I'd swoon with anticipation
when clouds do drift away
staring into the mystery of a tomorrow
even this blind mouse
would dare to look away
Moth wings come by ...
Batting at the window screen,
To get in, they try and try
Where the light is seen
Afraid of the dark, are you?
Still, I cannot let you near,
No matter what you do
It is things like you I fear
Not that you can hurt me
Like a hornet when she stings,
I just do not want to be ...
Batted by soft, moth wings.
Pony Life in a Dreamhouse
Dreamy creature,
With ocean eyes and batting lashes feature,
Still looking like Barbie,
The pony's glittering saddle guarantees.
Horsehair dipped in gold paint,
A dazzling smile can't escape.
The moment Pony meets Ken,
His eyes softened.
He looked at her like the stars were jealous,
As if she had been his wish when he wrote to Santa Claus.
Her. Half-Pony. Half-Barbie
Always have been, always will be.
Ken stroked her mane warm and Pony clung,
Letting out a soft purr from its lips,
As if testing the reality of it on its tongue.
Well, Pony is whipped.
Pony will be the sun that can shower Ken with rays.
Pony will be his moon, with a glow that never wanes.
Because Barbie can be what she wanna be,
And her Shape-Shifting Pony will gladly.
Though born half-Pony,
in a Dreamhouse that's unpredictable,
Barbie had Ken's unwavering loyalty.
Pony is one of a kind after all!
If peace is better why war ?
If love is better why hatred
If cold is better why khadighan
Life is cruel but human are more crueler
Class above humanity
Jealousy above compliment
Enviness above jubilations
Why thus thou thus
Why the sudden change
Interest of the world above care
Illegal above success
Why thus millions cry and few smile
Children suffering and old enjoying
Many sacred places and less hospitality
Looks above sacrifice
What changes human stereotype
Once upon a time is opposite
Silent over noise
Love over evil and hatred
Why was the sudden change
Earth crust change it's ways
Human lost his ways
Culture lost it's value
Nature lost it's dignity
Parents lost their authority
Leaders lost their power
Maestro lost his batting
The world need to go back to its previous ways
my cat is mercurial and sound
she prances when she thinks I am not around
but if I notice her she does this slippery slink
her name is on the edge of my dendrites, just on the brink
Prancer seems too lively, Slinker seems unfair
The cat is now batting at an imaginary dog in the air
Why not call her imagination? The dog suggests.
I give him the roll eye, his ideas are never the best
Call me Crissy, Jin-Jin, Jakey, Petunia or John
The cat transports into my brain, and gives me a yawn.
You know her name, my soul work states in dream.
It has always suited her, because she is the Queen.
Greetings Mr. Undertaker
How many will you take away today…
A visit to my favorite mortician
followed by a whiff of the fertilizer man
Weird times like these scream for more and greater stimuli
to whip out wormy wonders like this without batting an eye
Brick by brick, defenseless and overwhelmed.
At the brink of success, hubris was the greatest foe.
Lost in awe, remembering what once was.
Watching, pondering, a leap of faith was needed.
Sadly, the universe denied such acts of devotion.
Parallels to each other, never batting an eye.
Two branches of a broken tree, the roots, corrupted.
As the color fades and the torrent subsides,
It is only then I am able to focus.
So much trouble, for something so small.
Laughs from hell rise through the cracks of my chest.
Unimaginable pain projects the prophecy of an ancient tale of sorrow and betrayal.
Timelines shattered, dreams lost to the void.
Two hearts intercept, two realities.
Two beings that never should have met.
Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Beacon of a thousand rainbows
shines through uniquely true
Priceless warm touching lips kiss golden glowing petals
Sailing away into another world
Sands turning over salted spice
Time stands still
Rising tides kissing tenderly
Upon the seventh crest Beholding you
Arrowhead of Cupid
Striking deeply surf falling
as the carpet unrolls
Before the eyes
Batting lashes holding warm feelings flash glorious
Soulful touching mist shawls
walking inside the enchanted garden silver shadows tango
Sweetheart scent of forgetmenots enter
Lingering fragrant aroma breathless whispers sigh
Softly the petals gently brush with satin embracing fingers embroidered deeply
Lips of One soul warmly kissing heartbeats stop
Spirit of mead drunken soul
Within your beauty intoxicated
The warm air shimmering outward liquid gold dazzling light of illusions
Reflections shine forever you
In a purple haze beaming with bright colours
Golden sets in the horizons dawning dream magic
faraway distant yawning glistens
forever mornings awaken
Lipstick red on a pig
Batting her long lashes works her charm
Last call at the OK corral
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
No I'm not stumped by a Cricket test
so here's my pitch
which creased me up it's my best
by the contender
who hit one for six the incumbent he
who shall not be named
(begins with 'T')
was bowled over and out
in 2020
of that there is no doubt
for by all scores
and there were plenty
(more than 81 million votes take note)
and what's more
based on his batting average
as a matter of fact
the latter was on a sticky wicket
and as for his later behaviour
no it's just not cricket
a September sun-soaker
strolling across parking lot
in baby blue slip-on Skechers
so comfy, floating on afternoon
wearing Bills T-shirt, G-O B-I-L-L-S
still I’m not glued to the game
I’ll watch the recaps; must prioritize
reading, writing, studying, grooving
water my lantanas, hubby did
since we’re not seeing rain
perhaps the weather holds back
its tidings for a sudden snowfall
a nice lacy glisten, inches high
seeds planted in suspense, sea
of white waves and arctic air
dare we dream for fancy flakes
pumpkin patch, batting eyes
a little early, they morse code
orange is best and mellifluent leaves
kick that idea around and S-C-O-R-E
llama arrives in the tea room all polished and puffed up
putting on airs, as if she is almost too chic to dine or sup
persnickety, pampered, and proud of her new sophisticated look.
She looks like she has just written an uppity etiquette book.
We try to ignore her, maybe she can find another table in which to dine.
Scoot over, says my empathetic cousin. I roll my eyes and say “fine.”
Llama is batting her fake eyelashes and flashing her high heel shoes.
I pointedly do not speak to her until I remember she owes us dues
2 men i called Grandpa acting like a Dad when a man walked away
Never batting an eye they'd be there for us everyday
One was out spoken and never left something unsaid
Other kept to himself so you find a way for your heart to mend
They always taught something new to me
Since I was just under Three
Just a girl that wanted her dad
Grandpas never let her stay mad
Sneaking extra Banana Popsicles when Grandma was napping
Getting into the sweet stash quietly so they didnt hear the wrapping
Grandpas had the joke and skits they played on us
Those new lighters and staples were always a lil sus
Whether it was one sneaking food off your plate
Or the making you open the pasture gate
Being told to not waste time or tears on a man who does show up
What he meant was brace yourself and keep your feet in the stirrup
People always had the chance to let me down
Grandpa showed me how to move on without a sound
Things they did shaped us into the parents we are
They've got the best seats since they became a star
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