Sometimes especially on days sunny and so quaint
I feel like tossing my bonnet without restraint
Just exposing my mind freshly vividly bepaint
How else strangers and neighbours can I acquaint
Flowers and sunshine and rainbows on my brain I would paint
Crevasses and all, Chances are I wouldn’t be mistaken for a saint
Maybe passers-by would gawk and possibly even faint
I would prance around hatless not hearing one complaint
Ignoring anyone who would frown thinking I’m attaint
For laughs I might pretend and blow a feint
But I would only laugh so loud ‘cause touched by them I ain’t
In my wildest rowdiest boldest colours without constraint
Imagine all the lovely people I would find
Who are exposing too their painted mind
And much too genuine to be colour-blind
Uplifting to meet kindred minds unconfined
Loving smiling faces of humankind
Read on air by invitation ~ April 10, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on February 22, 2018 for contest MIND THE WET PAINT sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
bepaint, celebration, funny, happy, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
The new sun hath risen again and shone
O beauteous sun, its flawless perfection it hath shown.
Thus light from it wast of haven impeccably urged,
For the destiny of its evil deeds’ concomitant wast yet purged.
None hiatus in the mist of its smirk to bepaint its gross,
Nor that that it loved so dear, so soon in oddly loss;
To shine t’other side wast its splendour but nought its wish
Nor to scald so deep to clear mistemper’d waterfalls upon earthly dish;
And never to wither the grass in the rejoicing forest,
But to make it lucid of aridness in the brawl against the worst:
The sight of its rays hath misgiven yet some consequence of despise,
Which somewhat didst profane pilgrims all made to paradise.
God asked: ’Sun, would thou likest to pray and die or livest and eat pie?’
The sun smirked, portentous in its tyrannous chariot; and chose to die.
Categories:
bepaint, sun,
Form: Sonnet