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What Blooms In the Spirit When Spring Comes Around

When the red wasp come out,
and the lush tree limbs begin to sway in the breeze,
Shaking off the residual drowsiness of their six month slumber,
I know that it has come
I see cool bitterness chased from the atmosphere
The misery is melting
Prompting jollity to come out of hiding,
It's petals bud slowly and then blossom into euphoria
With no concept of boundaries it overtakes the heart,
spreading its green tendrils along the ground until it
finds the cracks in the walls of my spirit 
So that even the crumbling parts of me hold life again
Giddiness flits around like a bee playing tag with its companions
becoming intoxicated off the nectar of flowers
This is the season in which my body buzzes with contentment
I am a reclaimed house 
in a garden of good vibes
And every day I pick a bouquet
Of smiles
Wrap them in brown paper
And deliver them to the world

Till Eternity

My love for you is till eternity
It has capacity to endure till eternity
Yes, I have integrity to stay by your side till eternity
I have loyalty to keep you by my side till eternity
Some take my loyalty for stupidity
Oh! I love that stupidity that makes me king of your heart for eternity.

Behold the fatality in the absence of her love
Behold the brutality of our jealousy
Behold the Infinity of my love
Behold the divinity of our union
Behold two hearts in unity
Behold two souls working together with simplicity
Behold two great being that apply flexibility to simplify relationship's complexity
Behold! Conjugal bliss as it extends toward expanse of eternity.

The fullness of the blessings of my love awaits you in eternity
For my love fill the space's immensity
That our Jollity may extend beyond eternity
The longevity of my love extends beyond eternity
I wish u could know the intensity
Yes, the intensity of my love for you has vitality
Look toward the expanse of reality
And then you shall see apparently
As my love endureth till eternity. 

Dedicated to My Heart Desire

Premium Member Grandson Gabble

Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!

Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
Form: Rhyme


The Broken World

We beheld the beauty of the first garden in originality
Life in its simplicity
An egalitarian world
Needs and wants afar us
We neither pray nor fast to feed belly 
We commune and fellowship face to face
Flesh and spirit is one
Death abortive

The proclaim wisdom acclaimed by man
Hamper it intended mission
Placed us amidst mess
Deviation from the state of merriment, rest, respite, jollity 
Who is to be blame?
The creator, the created perhaps the mediator
The blameless remain irreproachable
They’re will wheel us to this end
Selfish being
End of discussion hope for a new heaven

Behold you are the garden  
The seed to design second palace
Feed the feeble
The tree that shelter the vagabond yet build bridges
The river that giveth life
The Peace that accommodate conflict yet combat evils
You’re second Adam
Special breed ordained to bring heaven on earth

Awake!!!
The mediator yet live
It intended mission yet live
Steal, kill and destroy
Girdle your heart and take your position
Now you are gods.
Build your dreamed world 
Habitable for all

A Kiss

She hurried on slowly
Behind my footsteps
Now smiling
Now anxious
She hurried on
Into the dark tunnel

I sensed her presence
Her charm, pervading
I steeled myself, longing
Sensing her beauty
I trudged on
Defying the senses

My memory 
Clogged thus with defiance
My weary feet
Tethered to my race
My thought- sullied
I tripped and fell

She, beside me, whispered
‘I’m sorry about that, pretty face!’
‘I love you,’ I blubbered.
‘Welcome to my lips.’

That innocence
That was my virtue
Now seemed incongruous

That flicker sent ripples
Of jollity, soothing:
The magic of chance kisses!

A Musical Alloy

The twittering of the birds singsonged by 
As the mum night kissed the new spousal dawn
The daybreak entity by the beadsmen allegiance
Pour forth by the holy water along the river adorn.
Thrown by the kid, the pebble found by the street 
To the river, that splashed water
Few drops dripped numbly by the curls so formed
The kid whispered to his ingenuity and smiled by his quiesce voice. 

The aroma morning breeze by the garden of blossoms 
Felt by the awaken passers, suspired softly by the fresh air
The late city woke up by the quotidian alarm
Tuning the frequency modulation to a baritone cohere. 
Rushed along by the streets, horns hooted at the crossing 
By the foot, the beggar sang for his solicitation
There by the stoplight the cop whistled to control the traffic
The politician in the ambassador with the siren went by. 

Two teenagers spotted to fight on a fallacious note
And the one who passed over, enjoyed with a sarcastic tone
There a group of bunked educatees forgather with a guitar
And played a melodic line that absorbed the whole inclusion.
Lost in the city, the traveler acquainted with strangers
But when asked for his destination, he propelled to be familiar 
There by the midst he heard his yell unheard by all
He rhymed his own verse through his journey sung by his own voice. 

The twittering of the birds singsonged by
As the midday coerce felt sorry by the sunset jollity
The twilight entity by the soul mate hug and kiss
Enclosed by the memories with the birds nested by the eventide.
Felt by the kid, the numbness of the darkness
To the sound of beetles, that phantomed his thoughts
Few spoke with the silence as they heard the cozy tone
The kid then slumbered by the alloy felt rhythmically to his own.


Spring

As the bitter, piercing cold flees north, as the opaquely white snow makes an elaborate stratagem, a tortuous plan to revitalize next year, the viridescent grass begins to flourish and prosper, bringing an end to the biting winter. The juniper green leaves on trees begin to reinstall on the once dismal branches and the hibernating ophidians start to abandon their balmy, sheltered dens, and immerse themselves in the Sun's ultraviolet radiation and rejuvenating heat. The chirpy, sprightly birds perch themselves on the limbs of trees and ebulliently carol together and rejoice, for wintertime has vacated and the Sun has emerged from the billows of clouds. The cunning squirrels depart from their shelter, burdened with acorns. They scamper down the bark of trees and gleefully frolic and play in the grassy taigas of Siberia. The ravishing daisies begin to blossom, flaunting with their milky white petals and canary yellow pollen. As these plants and animals benefit from their transfiguring environment, gaiety and jollity radiates, for the somber subdued season has dematerialized and withdrawn from this ever-changing landscape.
© Sam Allen  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Love Blooms In Your Eyes

Love
Sparks
With a
Jollity
Blooming in your eyes
The euphonious song of spring
Burgeoning with reminiscences of candid smiles
Enkindling feelings that remain as a silhouette portrait in the nocturnal dreams








For Gren's Evergreens (Golden Oldies) 1 Contest Info
Sponsored by Teppo Green
The Shadow of Your Smile by Connie Francis
Third Place
4-10-2016
Form: Fibonacci

Christmas, Go On!

What a hugging jollity and what jump delight
With "Golly! Everything!" deep in the night;
From hands-on packages---all there are---
Rippling ribbons fly out far!

Open that box, there; what've you got?
"All that I dreamed of, dreamed a lot!
Tickets and maps, yes! trips over sea!
Ah, and for you, dear, a present from me."

Grand, so, the shape, and firm, so, each part,
I know what it is, it's my new heart!
A bold one, a gold one, with a verse inside---
'May your life be integrity and your mind your pride.'

Certain it is, and yours cert, too;
That's why we're living, less won't do!
Giving and taking, glad to have won,
Bankers of honesty, hey! we have fun!

Now put on the coffee and light up a light;
We'll open a map into many a sight:
Vales little dreamt of, mounts never touched,
Trails just beginning, wonders half clutched;

Plateaus of promise waiting man's right---
Planet impassioned with traders' delight;
New dams awaiting, new cities, new farms,
Sparkways of business spreading out charms;

Thousands of earth-stars---Edison's eyes!---
Set to wide angles of night-wake surpeise!
Shipyards and airports humming Thought's strength;
Trainways and highways freighting grand length;

Tap-footed uptowns, where Top-Competence climbs
With Honor's dealings and Profit's chimes
(Ting! rings the money; cling! rings again!
Desires exchanging, happy are men);

Marble-halled fame and Bronze-palaced art,
Where boundless beauty drives the heart---
Logic's heart and good pulse of man,
United in his self-command!

To these we'll go, all these we'll see,
And mark the march of history;
Though Reason's torch flares up so high,
There's less of 'march' and more of 'fly'!

"Hey, down those lights."  Why?  What've you got?
"A new beginning of an ancient plot---
Some bubbly, bright, for the coming year,
And me, myself, right now, right here!"

Love now touches; kiss one, then kiss two!
Our true destination's a self-made brew.
A trip for tomorrow, a sip for today;
To have no sorrow we gladly pay!
  
Routing and planning, and shouting "To be!"
Sweet is the music rounding the tree.
"Yea!" to life's pleasure; "Hail!" to this dawn!
Worldly happiness, Christmas, go on!
Form: Narrative

Thee Grim Reaper As Pedagogical Savior De Jour

written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
To avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect 
   induces existential angst i confess.

Today, i wanna die and bid god riddance grandly 
   going gamesomely gra grave, 
   de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually - 
   all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek a solution sans hemlock 
   or other deadly potion, 

   whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of 
   mortal freedoms renting psych ass under 
   with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide 
   while n the edge of thirteen - 

   Anorexia nervosa defeated - 
   then as now experience 
   10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating, 
   and repeatedly rousing thoughts 
   shin to circle back to why 
   death be not proud when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus 

   analogous luft Waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring 
   in step happy jollity, 
   and levity attempt to make light 
   of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the lvii roam min years 

   as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter 
   gremlins dwelt within the Wabash 
distance to inflict din er of dissonance 
   targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled from the womb, 
   his reddened ears did bash

from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses 
   into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate 
   a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half 
   re: that came a boot 
   from genetic chromosomal DNA wash.

The Smell of Colors.

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!!!!!!!!!!
Form: Rhyme

Christmas, Go On!

What a hugging jollity and what jump delight
With "Golly! Everything!" deep in the night;
From hands-on packages---all there are---
Rippling ribbons fly out far!

Open that box, there; what've you got?
"All that I dreamed of, dreamed a lot!
Tickets and maps, yes! trips over sea!
Ah, and for you, dear, a present from me."

Grand, so, the shape, and firm, so, each part,
I know what it is, it's my new heart!
A bold one, a gold one, with a verse inside---
'May your life be integrity and your mind your pride.'

Certain it is, and yours cert, too;
That's why we're living, less won't do!
Giving and taking, glad to have won,
Bankers of honesty, hey! we have fun!

Now put on the coffee and light up a light;
We'll open a map into many a sight:
Vales little dreamt of, mounts never touched,
Trails just beginning, wonders half clutched;

Plateaus of promise waiting man's right---
Planet impassioned with traders' delight;
New dams awaiting, new cities, new farms,
Sparkways of business spreading out charms;

Thousands of earth-stars---Edison's eyes!---
Set to wide angles of night-wake surpeise!
Shipyards and airports humming Thought's strength;
Trainways and highways freighting grand length;

Tap-footed uptowns, where Top-Competence climbs
With Honor's dealings and Profit's chimes
(Ting! rings the money; cling! rings again!
Desires exchanging, happy are men);

Marble-halled fame and Bronze-palaced art,
Where boundless beauty drives the heart---
Logic's heart and good pulse of man,
United in his self-command!

To these we'll go, all these we'll see,
And mark the march of history;
Though Reason's torch flares up so high,
There's less of 'march' and more of 'fly'!

"Hey, down those lights."  Why?  What've you got?
"A new beginning of an ancient plot---
Some bubbly, bright, for the coming year,
And me, myself, right now, right here!"

Love now touches; kiss one, then kiss two!
Our true destination's a self-made brew.
A trip for tomorrow, a sip for today;
To have no sorrow we gladly pay!
  
Routing and planning, and shouting "To be!"
Sweet is the music rounding the tree.
"Yea!" to life's pleasure; "Hail!" to this dawn!
Worldly happiness, Christmas, go on!
Form: Narrative

The Jollification

I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up in an oblivious jollity not realising the grumpy.
I woke up in an obtruded home but full of jolly.
I woke up from a past of gaily to a present  of gaiety.
I woke up in  a palace full of golden plumy.
I woke up in a friendly planet not noticing the bumpy.
I woke up in a titanic not realising the pirates are in the suits of piracy.
I woke up in a house which was soo plasticky.
I woke up in rapacious atmosphere which has boost my rapacity.
I woke up in a state of rascal but never mind cos,is such a rarity.
I woke up in yunkee so dont expect me to be wishy -washy.
I woke up in a ginormous family that is too unwieldy.
Form: Imagism

Selection From My New Novel

Apostrophe in time. Mixes twenty foot differences between mice and men. They all fail. But the failure is only a thought a big lie. The fun now is the brow of the valley under Universal, 
stars is the quiver of virgin blossoms. Untold tales of taxidermy of humans. Oh Morton, what happened?
	I see you swimming, sorrow sucking you through to the stacks of a library in Dante’s Inferno. 
No place to be for a man of you great disposition, interpretations of a fourth dimension. 
Four inceptions of Christ. Fourth inception of the days of anguish. 
Languish in language and learn to learn before learning obsolete standards learn to kill you. 
Linguistic suicide imbedded in society.social leapfrogs. 
Obnoxious butterflies LEARN. Morton where? Are you? Who is? I want, no, 
I yearn for justice days of pleasure, of bountiful journeys to distant mind sets.
 Eating jollity, consuming foreign fingers to be intoxicated with race and jest. 
Just cause is NOT enough. Powdered power, outage of time. A pill of sensitivity.
 Now SHE blooms, like England, like death, time, ANYTHING. 
She leaves earth including me and I fall into this pit, this chamber of blame, insolence and filth. 
Perturbed, perturbed, perturbed to the enth degree.
 her, her, this love, this life, this Christmas eve is playful. 
Playful of POWER. “it is NOT YOUR FAULT.” 
Is what I tell her. I tell her listen, listen, listen, listen, listen to, not me. 
But any authority that is NOT. Write down books and books of blasphemy, blasphemy. 
Any authority that is NOT. Yes. Not.
© W. Hunt  Create an image from this poem.

My Evening Salsa

The midday dazzle lays off by the maiden daytime
A solstice ray parades over my eventide jollity
The solitary hour bosomed by the bambini’s elfish prime
An ecstatic hour greeted my heartfelt puerility
The infrasonic twittery of birds melded by the sundown cosmic time
A gentle breeze solemnly pass by my stargaze eternity. 

The daylight soulfully sonneted by the sunset bliss
An allayed euphony coupled my awaited sapidity
The blessed souls savored by the moonlit soul kiss
A wishful rhyme pulsed my heart with chastity
The shadow of fantasm abided by the solely muss
A blended mind’s eye captured my evening salsa verity. 


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Form: Lyric

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