Best Chancy Poems
Is it you ? is it me?
Stuck in a world of a fantasy
Heart beats, unceasingly
Is this what they call ecstasy?
Some say “the heart wants ,what the heart wants”
Yet the fire is oh! So enticing! Tranquilizing!
I adore it! I fear it!
Chancy foot stands transfixed in front
The petrified foot it taunts
As it takes one step back,
Chancy stands there and laughs
Torn between the two…my heart weeps
What path to take? My heart! Guidance it seeks
The fear of falling
Holds me back
The want for love
Pushes me back
The shackles of scary bounds me tight
Chancy is there, never to give up with out a fight
Arising a hurricane is what they doo
My poor feeble heart, knows not what to do
The heart is pure. It seeks it strives to find who proves to be true
The ultimate winner..is still unknown
For here my heart still stand in the sea of unknown
Cupid I beg you do guide me
And dare not strike me and leave me
With your arrows of blind love
Guidance is what I need
Give me that and I shall heed
Leave me not in the dark of misery
Leave me not in the sea of mystery
But guide me to that ever shinning light
Scary or chancy
With what do I side?
Shall forever remain a secrecy….
~M.M.M
love late,half turn,work
the people demand their food
i just wanted time
Those two naughty chimps, Wilber and Clancy
Liked to watch girls, (Jill, Mary and Nancy)
They climbed up much higher
Much better to spy there!
The branch was too brittle......so were their antics!!
They thought this new plan was hilarious
Instead it was mighty precarious
A loud cracking sound
Then SMACK on the ground!
They landed, embarrassed, where Mary was !!
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In honor of John Freeman's Contest: Limerick Hilarious
track mysteriously tarred
gaunt gold grasped
training taunting gaze
coarse crumbling create
bewitching trait basked
in taciturn trail
as sagged sun
seeped'n dawn's lust
pokes fiery tongue
or callous colleen
treacherous **** gleam
though saucy spree
so and so
grotesques'n glimmers glow.
20:01:17:06:51
As I sit at my desk
Holding my not so trusty pen
My pen takes on a life of its own
And off it goes again
Not with words of eloquence
Or phrases full of passion
Back to Covid 19
That's one thing not on ration
So if by chance you read this
Thank You anyway
Take care and look after each other
That's all I have to say