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Written: Aug. 13, 2015
Humming Bird
© Theresa Cw  Create an image from this poem.

I'M Talking 'Bout Stingers

I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone.

I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp,
or the angriest of bull-ant;
perhaps a hornet or a bee,
and that Queensland stinging plant.

I could be in the scrub casting out a fishing line,
or relaxed while I stand beside a tree
without a thought, but ignorant to a home that isn’t mine,
and its residents who start attacking me.

I’m talking ‘bout assertive spiders;  
that little blighter jumping jack.
Damn mosquitoes and march flies,
and scorpions sometimes attack.

It may be every few years, but there does come a time,
when backyards need a bit of cleaning out,
so there will be disturbance that is not a pantomime, 
and lackadaisical is not what it’s about.

I’m talking ‘bout stinging nettle,
or prickly pear annoying hairs.
The European Wasp and chiggers,
and white-tail spider toxin scares.

When fishing in an estuary; the beach or in a bay,
you never know what bounty it can bring.
You’ll always have a fighting fish trying to get away,
and some of them can give a nasty sting.

I’m talking ‘bout butterfly gurnard;
the torture of a sand flathead spike.
Feeling of pain after sunset,
and a victim when biting midges strike.

Some might be quite obtrusive - and some a fine-looking thing,
but they all come with a warning - I’m talking ‘bout the sting.

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An awful aardvark ate anchovies against all advice.
Besides belching beyond belief, he bit bitter banana boats.
Charlie Chimp cackled curiously, convinced
Delicious delectable desserts did damage.
 
Enormous energy engaged enthusiastic excitement
Frenzied friendly felines, forever forgiving
Greasy giraffes giving grievous gripes
Horsey happiness hiding hurt amongst hilarity.
 
Ignoring idiocy involved ignorantly,
Jumping jack-a-lopes jiggled
Kangaroo kindness keeping
Leisurely lions laughing
 
Merriment mesmerized monkey marines
Never notorious, nevertheless, nefarious
Octopus ostracized owls, ostentatiously,
Preventing Porcupines putting prickles precariously in patrons.
 
Quietly and quickly
Resuscitating rescued rabbits
Savagely sustaining simple seriousness
Totally terrorized
 
Underneath unique
Verbose velocity
Which worried
‘xtra ‘xtraneous
Zipping, zaggy, zebras.


Jumping Jack

Jumping Jack flew right back
When he stood upon a tack,
He rubbed cream on
To stop germs from
Annoying poor young Jack.

Regency Dandy

This Regency Dandy flying across the river,
                        
                        Jumping Jack Flash of kingfisher blue that 

              I was lucky t see, this dainty dandy of English rivers and streams.

                         A compact colourful apparition my sore eyes waited some 

                    Sixty years to see, others boast much earlier visitations of these

              Bluish-green, orange and red feathers attached to a Cyrano De Bergerac 

                                                     rapier beak,

              Outshining the honking harrying flotillas of Canada geese not capable of 

              Competing with this fisher of minnows, as we strolled across the Georgian 

              Bridge at Blatherwycke straddling the nonchalant flowing Nene of this 

                                                  shire of shires,

               Now of only one squire, but still many fine spires in this shire of Northampton.
© Peter Dorr  Create an image from this poem.

Inflection Point

Just writing on paper clip the best                                                                                                                                               my mind jumping jack said just rest                                                                                                                          but to write the word processing my thoughts                                                                                                        to paper is right angle that he has I fought                                                                                                                                                   so I write on about life span the moments                                                                                                                for the right memory stick to the components                                                                                                                 to see something radiant energy to complete                                                                                                                      this task of the heart attack the concrete                                                                                                                                       lying in the grass root out the problem at hand                                                                                                            got my rhythm back street is the band                                                                                                                                this will work boots on the ground                                                                                                                                stay the course work abounds                                                                                                                                        just to see the comic strip the necessities                                                                                                                       it may not be virtual reality is one’s abilities
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.


Out of the Box

Out of the Box



In symmetrical symmetries lies the cradle of creation
For we are the residual residue of ancient agnation
As we look through the looking geometrical glass
We see the pinnacle primeval majestic mass

Of vastness vibrations in reality illusions
The Golden Mean of symmetry’s solutions
All is revealed in the cosmic cube of Metatron
Matriarchal manifestations of the dimensional dawn

Spiritual spiral strings of Sacred Geometry
All things equal in the synchronized symphony
Like a jumping Jack inside the bilateral box
We take a peak when Heaven kindly knocks.

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Dec.28.2016
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JACK FROST

            Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs and jumps on frost 
            Able to bring bone-chilled snow fall at any cost.
            Crystals and crisps of thin snowflakes fly beyond grip.
            Knife of ice hits heart of winter piercing too deep.

           Fantastic ice- skating slides smooth on snowy track
           Ruthless hard frost bite attacks helpless jumping Jack.
           On Ocean, open - hidden ice bergs threaten ship
           Shivering cold breeze cannot be controlled at all.
           Terrible frosty winter by jocund Jack to call..

  12/30/16

   Winter related  Contest by Janice Canerdy

Premium Member Raindrops Aren'T Falling On My Head

Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high

I hear the pitter patter of rain as it falls on my spotty brolly
But I don’t mind the raindrops; I will stay happy and jolly

I can see a beautiful rainbow; it’s like an upside down smile 
You don’t always see a rainbow; I’d not seen one for quite a while

Mummy tells me there’s a pot of gold at the rainbow’s end
If only I could find it then we’d have lots of pennies to spend!

We could buy some yellow wellingtons and a matching anorak
Then could play in puddles and they’d call me Jumping Jack!

My mummy placed me on the bench, I must be careful not to fall
I don’t want to be like Humpty Dumpty as he toppled from his wall!

My brolly is keeping me dry and I see the sun is peeping through 
The wind will chase the clouds away and bring back sky so blue.


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09-20-17

Premium Member Jack Frost

JACK FROST

Jolly jocund jubilant Jack Frost joyfully jogs on snow
Ambassador of winter casts snow fall with white glow
Crisps and crystals of thin snowflakes fly away out of grip
Knife of ice, sword of snow hit frozen heart of winter too deep

Fantastic funny ice skating slides smooth on snowy track
Ruthless frost bite turns helpless to attack jumping Jack
On ocean open and hidden ice bergs threaten floating ship
Shivering chilled wind wave can’t be controlled at any cost
Terrible frosty winter has been brought by vigorous Jack Frost

11/30/15
Jack Frost Poetry Contest   Fifth Place
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton

Earthsea Soup

Hocus Pocus and a handful of 
locusts,
Alakazam over sausages and 
baked ham,
This is the motherland of 
Earthsea Soup.

Open sesame with a squeeze 
of lemon,
Hot dog buns with cheese 
and onions,
Oh damm what is that last 
enchantment?

Hogworth jumping Jack 
raindance,
Dirty dozen pigs in quicksand,
Willow breakdance one hand 
stance,

Summoning Simon says star 
spelling spell,
Alla Peanut Butter
Sandwiches and fish filling,
By the Power of Grayskull, and 
for god sake not ding dong 
bell!

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Hottie

Handsome happy hunk 
Honest Huggable heartthrob
Hotties have high hopes

Infatuation

Infatuation
Interested intensely
Innocence indeed

Joyous

Joyous jumping jack
Judicious juggler joker
Joins jumbo jet job

24.7.2020

Premium Member Bright Jack, the Maniac

Our sweet, all white cat Snowball had ten
kittens!  Goodbye to Zen.
Each one a different color,
some muted gray, or ginger, and some multi-color;
and one was all black,
and a real little jumping jack.
When the time came for adoption they were in a playpen,
and people came time and again.
First, adopted were the bright cats with fur technicolor,
and the cats in muted watercolor.
But, on each visit the black cat hung back,
then, when we were alone he was a maniac.
And then, there was only him and a ginger in the pen,
but ginger said goodbye one day, and then
there were no more bright cats multi-color
and no more cats technicolor or watercolor.
Just one little bright-eyed maniac black,
that I kept and named Jack . . . 
I keep my Jack close, when
out, 'cause people can be mean every now and then.

________________________
January 7, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/Bright Jack, The Maniac
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9807-76-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.



For the contest,There is a Brighter Side
sponsor, Eve Roper

First Place


Inspired by image #2
Rhyme Pattern - aabbccaabbccaabbccaa- 20 lines
Rhyming verified on Rhymezone.

Winters Beast

Who is that knock knocking at my door
gustling winds
scary dark

Can't even go for a walk in the park

Who is that tap tapping on the window?
jumping jack frost
central heating on
socks on my feet

Can't even go for a walk in the dark

Frosted cars
frozen feet
feet as cold as an ice berg

Can't even been bothered to get out of bed in the morn.

Old Man Winter's Soul

if i do this same routine will i eventually get it right
change or justify my thinking
rationalsie away the blues
put away cynical abuses never was worth it
substitute the perfect circle of my own familiar patterns
of what i learned i can do
take a list of my skills
do what i am capable of
make a routine that serves me
eventually push the envelope and learn from different routines
familiar mistakes
Old mans winter soul
lost in the mail
someone wishing their way to go an a hot date
baby you wanna dance with me
promise you wont kiss and tell
never mind your no saint
you cant do it for me
ill do it for myself
myself

coldest dreams
silver shining
delightful canldle dreams finding fancy strings
soo deep
where do wee go now
crash and burn from the back seat
crash and burn
startt with what you know
keep it simple
go with the flow
easy does it
step by step
familiar successe along the road to treasures
of old man winter's soul

theres this one thing
the lost thing
the runaway train of lady luck got away
nobodys listening anyway
inbetween the confusion the ghost lingers to say
the hungery eyes of the wolf
is my love on a valentiners day
shameful waste of time
to ennable yourself today
and be someone else
and rise to a bigger challenge again

circles
walking in circles
of shadowboxing
dance routines of pushups
jumping jack flash back hit that
dance fore your life
yopu get yours ill get mine
a stamp to send it along the way
no energy to call it along the way
no place to go anyway
its all my fault for being born this way
im the one no one wantyed anyway
good rthing they sold me
to a better place

hope its cold when i get there
hell frozedn over
why they soo happy to see me
im old man winter
miserable
miserable old man winter
lost in the mail
miserable miserable old man winter
lost in the mail

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