Best Beetling Poems
Dewdrops kiss flowery cups and grass shoots
beetling from comatose roots.
Sun smiles with lustrous rays
encouraging poised winds
to blow redolent
arousing scents;
enticing
bug life
back.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Unique newsman Andy Rooney,
did not look like a George Clooney;
beetling brows grew too much hair,
verbalist extraordinaire.
Copyright, May 17, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Brought back from the world of fantasies
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race.
Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned tasks
The lecturer did a job on my weekend plans.
Beetling of from the blue mind
On the way back paid for a RS pint
The evening amiability
Then changed my midday adhor.
Desirous roomie on my glass
Extended my evening all to night.
Budget hashed out and yet a penny left
Contribution counted to three
Held back for the late-night hour,
Program scheduled just after dinner.
Prepared nuts and crisped chicken
Horror flick lappy screen and encircled auditory sensation
Filtered flake lit up and welcoming the upcoming
Pollyannaish mood.
Three ready glasses and poured down first small pegs
Mixed with soda and measured cold drinks
Awaited Cheer up, is now appraised.
Valueless gabs and college couple scandals
Tittle-tattle few lectures and against soul mate’s lambasts.
Last sip downed
And the empty glasses quashed.
A bit stronger second and third
And the time seems to date-back.
Bulge out blushed eyes and orbing love stain bed
Latent hostility and fags myriad.
Enthroned activities
Except time none to put an end.
Deaf-mute fourth and last
Heedful sore past
Lonesome few moments and
Unenviably brought back.
A maudlin reverie expression
To see the past back to present
If matters could be deepened
Would endure the malign again.
Roused up from blues and faced the benighted
Sleety mezzanine and beetle-browed breeze
Yet stood placidly
To face the agony.
Mere empty thoughts
And faded memories
Seemed to calve a baseless spirit.
A sudden wink,
Out from the world of miasmas
To a reining state –
Caught up with existing faith
A new time ignited.
Bibulous state and duple images –
A feel to fly
And uncivilly liberty,
Did a moment time
An unexpected eternity.
The night to welcome the dawn
And unwished obscurity nap
Impermanent few hours of morning
Lasted till…….
Retrieving once again the hateful whole day race.
Form:
A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting
of carrot-mauve hues
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees
whose arms
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts
to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon
which this
cantaloupe tint
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes
of Mother Nature;
is ready
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold Spring night.
With the Heavens'
cut diamonds-for the Goddess-
and immaculate
lambency.
This soft lusty Dusk will Father
a shiny glass red
rose,
a radio balefire
that will
capitivate
through the limbs of the esteemed
trees,
wink
through this Springtime's beetling
intimacies
on a windy night.
The man-made magenta
comforts
as it beams
next to the "Sunrise Field",
mowed emerald blades
under
another sky of day-break
pigments-
a dawn
placenta of bright lemon
vanilla,
and little
sugar- coated strawberry
juices-
another corner
of the clay, sea, and cloud-and ash-
colored campus-
bewitching
oil paintings in crystalline
emblems...
Away in Mexican Isla de las Muñecas- spirits sway
Into the sobbing island green terrain domain
Wherever, I extend my eye high
I discover those hanging dolls clanging
As though actuating me queerly
To acknowledge something hairy 'n scary
In their eyeballs dim still 'n chill
Covered in destroyed limbs 'n skins
Strung up in the air, overhanging 'n swaying
In creepy, spooky, ghastly, scary
The lamp that invokes the dusk,
A splendid natural frisk,
Eccentric among the constellation of stars,
Concealing your char to the view from Mars.
Masking your beauty with the darker clouds,
Blushing away from the denser crowd,
Calming the Earth with the cooling rays,
The land that was warmed up in many ways.
Beetling in the sky,where none can arrive,
Thy captivating vision makes us revive!
Shattering the differences and detachments,
Entrusting, we are under the same sky of bondings and attachments
The enthralling "Prima Donna" of the lovely night, Thou !!!
To you, I make a bow !!!!
A tree, fully flushed,
curves under a light peach pink sky.
It expects to slip
into the descending dark,
to watch as a lamp casts
a sun-like hue from a window
within deep salmon sienna brick-
moth wings press against the glass.
The leaves are minute beetling shapes;
the trees exchanges intimacies in the wind-
a whisper in a rustle..
a nod to each other in the Dusky breeze.
on a beetling cliff,
he stands, peeking over the...
abyss of danger
Date written: 01/12/2020