Best Greeny Poems
I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night
I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine
Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine
The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene
Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace
It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate
Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face
For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest
Slither
me slips me beasty heart
beneath a piece of guise,
and pens some page of wisdoms
to place before they's eyes,
and with they's gaze diverted,
me dons me cloak of thief's,
and slithers in and steals they's love,
and leaves thems only griefs.
me slimeys up the way theys moves
about they's drudgy lifes,
and causes thems to kicks like bugs,
all caught in stuffs and strifes.
me sees this murky-mucky,
and glees it close to breast;
me knows me must continue thus,
or becomes like alls the rest.
but me sorrowfuls am becoming,
as guise weighs heart likes lead;
it darkens up me seeings in,
and fouls insides me head.
now me greeny eyes does leakings
with only leastest nudge,
and from me slitty portals
comes oozing weeps of sludge.
Dawn develops with snowflakes
It also commences with sunny glow
The peak stands with green bushes with some small fleece like folks.
Fleece folks with Liliputs owners grazing with passion.
There is an enormous terrain at the foothills of peak filled with some matchbox like houses.
The lake isn't usual as it is red under a blue sky.
The tulips and roses recite a story of their red colour.
The valley itself is a saga of wonder, beauty and dark reality.
Reality that camouflages behind the greeny bushes.
But tulips and roses are there to recite.
Dedicated to "Kashmir Valley" ( India).
PERPETUUM MOBILE
I must go down to the pigging shops again
To Morrison, Tesco, Aldi or maybe Lidl
For I Just went there for the sodding milk in vain
How could I forget! it really is a riddle
To me, though to my wife it’s clear as day
It’s because my age is already well past middle
And the senior moments frequently make play
When I get there, wonder why, and so head back
Starting endless cycle - perpetuum mobile
Could it be I’ve found an answer to energy lack?
Send old geezers to the shops - instructions to buy
Tie to National Grid their unending there-and-back
We could call it ‘renewable’, answering Greeny cry
With old codgers in perennial supply.
22 April 2019
I was lost in your cherubic face,
Searching places of great elegence,
Your eyes like two perfected diamonds,
Your skin like the fair greeny fields,
Where farmers longs to get greater yields,
Such perfection my eyes never saw
Your hair was pure and long,
As the wind blew it to and fro,
My heart did imagine,
My mind did wonder,
Is this beauty a work of wisdom?
Is this beauty conspiracy of fine art?
Is it the magnificence of the creator's hands?
Such perfection my eyes never saw
My eyes are typically sceptical,
My mind continously critical,
Yet I found you flawless,
Excelling above the others,
With talking lashes,
And walking teeth,
Like white sheep in the fair fields,
Such perfection my eyes never saw
Some said your were almost there,
One step away from excellence,
A breath away from beauty magnificence,
I saw you, I saw light
Your beauty your light,your light your might,
Against all sceptism and criticism,
Your were beauty personified,
Such perfection my eyes never saw
The mountains of brown covered with green carpet of trees,
When they nod their heads I feel cool winds and breeze,
Every time I ask them to come down, they say no,
All at the same time but how I don’t know,
The mountain peaks serve as seats,
And the passing dark clouds have their meet,
They share their worries for being black,
And shed their tears for a whitening pack,
The cries are loud with copious showers,
They look like beads on the peonies flowers,
Every drop tastes so good,
And the starving arid lands take them as food ,
The land is now fertile and the sapling grows,
As a beautiful pimple young girl face shows ,
From the tender crop to lush green women,
The beauty of which is admired by all breezy men,
Every time the male winds touch,
The greeny women puts her head down to blush,
She dresses herself with scarlet flowers,
And perfumes herself with fragrance talc,
She carries the nectar in her smiles,
For which the drone bees come from miles,
The buzzing honey bees play their bands,
And the pollens dance on the flower bed stand,
The glittering brook sings the song,
And the party goes till the sun is gone,
Now comes the Night lady,
With great beauty and white bindi,
She adorns herself with Lilly and jasmine,
And looks the most beautiful yasmine,
She bends down to see her reflection,
The convex meanders reflects with perfection,
She sings the song of silence,
And waits for her convergence,
This is a beautiful lullaby of summer,
And the nature goes for a peaceful slumber.
Through the forest glade I glide
Upon a golden horse
I feel the sunlight on my face
And smiling, stay the course.
Without a care through thickets filled
With trees and gorgeous ferns
I breathe the greeny forest in
As hopeful my heart yearns
To emerge unscathed from forest dark
And on the other side
Break forth to find my find my lover there
As though he had not died
My wandering thoughts of bygone days
Of simple life and love
Of streams and picnics, fields and life
Of starry nights above
My love and I would canter through
The fields ripe with wheat
To our special, hidden place
Where we would love so sweet.
Alas, I ride alone and feel
As I never have before
My love, you see, went off to fight
And died while in the war
If I find a magic lamp
And wishes three have I
I’ll wish for love again restored
For his touch and starry skies.
That would be my perfect world
But for now my golden horse
And I will ride and search in vain
Forever stay the course.
One day I will join him there
In starry skies above
And we will be forever bound
Together in our love.
9/14/21
I explain why the life is plain
"Life is beauty, admire it."
It costs only a few, but you can't buy it,
Only by paying attention, doing it with passion,
Having a long regard on the nature's fashion:
On the greeny trees, and fleeing streams,
On the orange sunset, and the spider's net,
On the bluish sky, or the animals' style:
On a Husky's map, or a Bengal cat-
Do not seek a perfect image of happiness,
Who enjoys his actual picture is the happiest.
"Life is sorrow, overcome it."
No one sees the tomorrow, today's unique,
Face the truth: life is ups-and-downs,
You cannot cry always, but must sometimes:
Since sadness has happiness as yin has yang,
Since darkness must forthcome brightness,
Since we have endless features as creatures,
Since we are living without giving anything-
Even a rainforest has its dry season,
With your patience, time does have salvation.
"Life is an adventure, dare it."
If you don't know a word, just misspell it,
Do! Write! Live! Be an artist, virtuose,
Enjoy your play before the curtains close:
Act the confident ever-knowing student,
Act the modest never-snob boss,
Act the funmaker no-grace trollface,
Act no one, but your own role-
Do not seek passively the luckiness,
If you are living already, you're the luckiest.
Ever since my parrot Greeny lost his companion,
he rarely warbled and sat in his cage to mourn;
his sad song indicated how lonely he was...
I wondered who could cheer him up for his loss.
I assumed that birds are ordinary pets without emotions and feelings,
that a cage is a safer home for them: wasn't I so wrong?
Perhaps that wasn't the main reason of his unhappiness,
so I got him a pink parrot who could sing with him the happiest song.
It's early June in lovely and peaceful Lindenwood embellished with emerald oaks
that seem undulating waves smothered by golden sun rays while Greeny
and Pinky sing harmonious chords rising to the balmy spring sky that offers
freedom, but no total safety for two happy parrots that have not known anxiety.
I love to watch Pinky exchanging kisses with Greeny:
see those tiny and warm eyes that long for closeness getting tender;
Don't they wish to fly into a big sky being constantly afraid of a predator?
Chirp happily, little birds...live your day with harmony!
Jest and youthful jollity,
I'm seeking the dazzling sights.
White pimpled dews hug on the greeny grasses.
Black flowers of tiny ants kissing other cheeks.
Golden daffodils lurking under the brown-mushrooms.
Violet flowers peeping from the nest of eggs.
Meroon seeds jungle and spliting slowly.
Grey squirrels gnawing and fighting for orange carrot.
Red berries oscillating by the soft wind.
Orange daisies dreaming about their bride-groom.
Pink rose buds shivering often the touch of moths.
Coral flowers sleeping on the bed of soil.
Purple sky attracted by the pleasant songs of birds.
Yellow butterflies pranked and jumping over the tendril.
Classic scenery spread everywhere!
Over! the smell of colors but my blossom heart wet!!!!!!!!!!
I'm fresh, a fresh rose,
With beauty unscathed,
Covered in a skin, soft and smooth, unscarred.
If you mean harm, just let me be,
Touch me not, if you endeavour to crush me.
.
I'm green, a greeny leaf,
With youthful blood and zeal,
Of wishful dreams and daring will.
So if your plan is not to tend me, leave!
Abstain from molesting me, the fairest of leaves.
.
Don't break me, i want to grow,
Don't break me, nurture me instead.
GREENY MIX OF VITAMINS AND PROTEIN
clenching my fork —
in my garden of leafy
goodness,
a ladybug
salad sweats,
running
into the trash heap.
forgotten tines and teeth
release voluminous vitamins and protein
to sow what they reap,
bottom of bowl weeps…
but I’m okay with that!
4/20/2018
*greeny (defined by Merriam-Webster):
of the color green; marked by a pale, sickly, nauseated color
You hide all the money,
Without paying to me a clue,
The skies was wet with morning dew,
At little time,broken ways get me not backslide,
Broken ways,never goes on a king reign,
Hail a mind to sway,
We've moved in the perks of a glider,
All coiled,all spoiled,
Save the foreign detainee,
Twist their beard to form a roiled,
Graded range of trainee,
Greeny python flying without wings,
We seven slide the scale for bills,
Paying the bills for a vine,
Branch....,Bear up a fruit at a time,
Though the lady terrified me,
I braided all my hair to a dread like,
They feel very funny,
But they get no penny,
Paying all the cost,
Read foe it's of the Lord,
Let me shout to the rendering of my living rod,
I'm saved,
With my hands opened up,
Backup the dead risen,
Pale reasoning in the head,
When you're taken at a time,or it's painful?
A date heroes rise,
Terrible creed about Christ,
We believe and receive humans,
Today is a wondered distance,
Nothing as a glance,
I'm the man who comes for vengeance,
Traveled in accordance,
All is opened,
I'll take your teeth when you withstand,
Weight drew......!
Every spring a noisy revelry rise.
In a greeny mood, green sights entice.
Soft buds suddenly bloom.
Smooth feathers growing calm.
A knight chirped greet to natural spring,
His love eyes float of living thing.
My slight gigling, his song diped.
With smiling lips, green rain poured.
Greenly love sprouted at dawn.
It become classic beauty in the lawn.
I touch the pearl drops,
Lights flashing at grass.
Love memories, i forget mine.
My trance inhale, odour green shine.
I weaved a garland, sweet dreams with green.
A green leaf think to be lean.
In a martyr tomb, autumn grief.
Loud cry, there is no tear in the leaf.
Fondling garland groan for wreath.
Immortal pigment again my breathe.
The longing cherish never lies.
The green shadow never dies.
Bewildered in crossroad of crisis midlife
steel wool clouds loom in porcelain sky
Confused and wearied in stubborn strife
autumn leaves chased in wild winds fly
Unmerciful corrosion honing voids deep
contort soft green tendrils into hard wood
Evaporated twilight tears no longer weep
in stream of subconscious, all understood.
blemish and freckles all wrinkled within
yet in seal of love cuddled relations attach
Weeds align rosy bush, both smile and grin
desire of fancy blings, grow in greeny patch
No surprise of a palette of nebula rainbow
In signature of autopilot, many years to go.