Best Playing Around Poems
We were replacing burned out outside light
bulbs at clubhouse. A wasp had built a nest
in the top of one of them. Two wasps bit my
thumb and it swelled all up. Here is my poem
related to this incident.
Willy the Wasp
There once was a wasp whose name was Willy
And some people thought he was really silly
Fluttering in between humming bird feeders
Thinking his food was measured by meters.
Had been some things unbeknownst to me
Where would Willy the Wasp possibly be
Some say after he had heard nature calling
Started playing around with all the pollen.
Willy would distribute it here and there
And ended up all over and everywhere
Results of his efforts had made much room
For fragrant flowers who wanted to bloom.
After all of Willy's history we would inspect
He helps keeping control of a certain insect,
And when you like us find yourself frugal
Can find insect name through use of Google.
Jim Horn
My Amber dear, awake to me.
My madrigal has melody
in trills of the gold finch that you hear.
Awake to me, my Amber dear!
It’s dawn. Arise, my angel sweet.
Put golden slippers on your feet.
We’ll follow where our songbird flies.
My angel sweet. It’s dawn; arise!
We must make haste, my lovely lass,
to walk on glistening velvet grass.
A day like this we cannot waste.
My lovely lass, we must make haste!
A meadow waits, my cherished one.
Through sun-bright posies we shall run,
where dewy fragrance permeates.
My cherished one, a meadow waits!
I know a stream, my darling love,
a shining mountain sits above.
And water falls where gold fish gleam.
My darling love, I know a stream.
We’ll find a rock, oh, maiden fair,
where you can loose your yellow hair.
And please me more. . . unloose your frock!
Oh, maiden fair, we’ll find a rock.
My one true heart, do come away.
Beneath the falls this golden day,
pure pleasure will our love impart.
Do come away, my one true heart!
4/17/14 for the Colourful Verse Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
(Just playing around with swap quatrain form,
imagining one of those guys from centuries ago trying
to woo his maiden!)
[Verse-1]
I watched you walk by yesterday, and yes again you turned and looked away
You never give me the time of day, and you're always looking sad and grey
A small piece of lace from your pink dress, is all that's left of you and me
Wish I could take back yesterday, when I went astray and set you free
I wish I could find the words to say, instead of making you look away
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-2]
I know that I still need your love, because my heart is always feeling blue
And I guess I'll never be the same, for playing around and being untrue
You gotta know this isn't what I wanted, cause now I'm always on my knees
But I can see how you like your freedom, of being with him and not with me
But baby a twist of fate's what tore us apart, and placed this look upon my face
Oh! it's still funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-3]
All those things that you used to do, is what made me fall in love with you
You gave me your all once upon a time, but like a fool I up and flew
And the things I went and said that day, made you fade and drift away
I never shoulda treated you that way, cause baby I need you here today
The sun keeps hiding behind the clouds, and all I do is sit and cry
And this piece of lace holds my heart at bay, I don't know...maybe it's a sign
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
Alone on a mountain top, she quietly sits.
Looking down below lies a dark pit.
On the other side runs a river next to a valley so green.
Pretty flowers everywhere, it’s the most beautiful scene
Overhead the birds are singing as they all fly by.
The setting of the sun adds a beautiful contrast to the colour of the sky.
Animals on the field playing around all so carefree.
This is the place she calls her own, a place to escape reality.
She closes her eyes for a minute, n the memories come flooding in.
Memories of her childhood days, life then was like a dream.
Climbing on the mango trees, making swings out of old tyres
Hide and seek in the garden and playing with toys made outta wires.
Sliding down the banks with old crates and cardboards.
Not missing an episode of star wars and playing with toy swords.
Running around bare feet n not worried about any cuts n bruises.
Having fun in all our games no matter who wins or loses.
Rushing home after school to catch her fav cartoons.
Sunday morning trips to the beach n been there till late in the afternoon.
Holidays and special occasions always celebrated with family and friends.
She opened her eyes n wished those days had never ended.
The sun had finally set, it was time for her to go.
But she will be back here soon, of that she sure knows.
For this is where she finds serenity, her place to be alone.
A place she feels free and far away from home.
She heads on back, an hour’s drive away.
She felt reluctant to leave, she wished she cud of stayed.
But she enjoys the long drive home as she passes a forest of trees
This is how she forgets about her pain by reliving the special memories. .
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
Beautiful blue mountains with shimmering sunlight like the flicker of a candlelight
as the sun passes through the many tree branches
Different shades of green grass that cuddles every thing upon the ground
like a king wearing his crown winding around through the town
Blue streams and rivers that move and run like a fountain down the sides of the mountain
splashing at all it's surroundings grasping and thrashing around but unbound
Miles of fields that invite you to lay down and stay awhile
and look at the mountain side and the hundreds of hillsides
As dusk starts to set and the fire fly gives off it's fire light
you can see the mist rising from all around and the singing from the insects playing around
This is My Home
Tranquil and serene never gloomy just full of beauty
It is the place my heart is at one in which I will never depart
This is My Home and it is set in stone.
2/3/15 T. Reams for my sister Julie
K is an eleventh letter
Eleven, written like a road of ember--
Like two sticks standing upright
Like two wands of magical sight.
K is the commencement of man's fate
End point of man's action to date
K is when you fly a toy in the air
Feels like you're floating without snare
K has four points
Like the four corners of a book without joints
Or a laptop with smooth edges
Viewing nature-crafted ridges
K is the root of giving
A trait that never die in living
K is when you praise a good deed
A greeting that grows and never bleed
K can be a nocturnal animal
Playing around like a live toy in a musical
K is when you express your affections
A sign of respect and love in all directions
K can be defined in many ways
All good thoughts and notions of the human race
K is like a bent cross
Carried by the Savior who died not a boss
K, for short, is just fine
Specially when you care and share when you dine!...
People and places like thread
Over and under, sewing your head
Leaking and squeaking
Thrilling and peeking
Elements of illusion
Rebounds with delusion
Grumbling in your ears
Ending and halting heartbeat in tears
Intermittent noises of the unseen
Souls playing around when clock strikes at thirteen
Touching you and me in grim
Gusty winds start
Willows under siege depart
A bird and a rabbit wallows
Under the trees on burrows...
The bird said to the rabbit, "Why do you keep on digging?"
The rabbit replied, "To keep myself warm and safe."
The bird asked again, "Don't you have a home?"
"This is my home." said the rabbit.
"Don't you have a family?" asked the bird.
"All my family members were devoured by beasts. I was the only one who survived. You shouldn't be playing around here, you might eat me too!"
The bird said, "I may look like a beast because of my size. Yes... I am a falcon, but I'm not like the others of my own kind."
"Why are you talking to me?" asked the rabbit.
"For you to know that not all beasts are bad."
(Prosebite)
That kinda morning
Just outta bed and yawning
Had a cold night that got me snoring
It really seemed interesting
Got down on my kneels and
yea dats me praying
Walking out to the field for my morning jogging
Caught this dishy dude, somewhere behind me staring
Came up to me,
And like hey girl how’re you doing
Ignored him like I don’t care
And was just minding my doing
Hours later I caught myself up drooling
Not knowing what was happening,
I heard my heart pounding
What have you done to me doodie,
cos of ya I’m going crazy
Come save me boy,
cos of u I’m curled up shaking
So caught up in ur love,
hey see me here drowning
I’m going head over heels
And do u know what that feels
Dude lets make a real deal
I’ll sure seal up all ur ideals
I’ll show you v got the right skills
Then u’ll know I ain’t need no drills
Cos I got much love
Inherited from above
Ama show you here I’m the boss
Hell no u can’t kill my runs
and if u try, u r gonna run at loss
{can go on n on, but hey i hope u feel my rap::: just playing around with words}
Clouds playing around
In the sky tramping above the ground
Dangling in merry-go-round
Smiling at you year-round
One cloud zoomed outbound
Glittering ice flakes fall in mound
Flowers and trees have all found
Heart-shaped clouds in pieces on the mound
Crystals in diamonds plodded on the ground
Stayed and freezed like a heart spellbound
Prayers in hearts everywhere that astound
Heart-shaped clouds in you, dwell pound for pound
Lady of the window
Watching from afar
Bored and locked up in sorrow
Up in a hotel room in Trafalgar
Looking down on the square
Children playing unaware
Lady of the window wishing
More angelic faces appear pleasing
Lady of the window stroke her wand
Out the window she disarmed
Unseen black spirits flying, equipped and alarmed
Over innocent children playing around
Atop the church's murals is a sign
Three-pointed stand, attached and aligned
Children looked up and prayed
Sign of the Cross, Lady of the window litted and wrayed
I REMEMBER
I remember how the branches of the gulmohar tree,
Moved hastily during the time of wet seasons of the year
The soft orange flowers fell like snow on the ground
Giving a picture of a new sunset, as if the sun rose from the ground
The tree stood high bearing all the harshness of the weather giving shelter to those
Under him,
It was in front of the place where I grew up, seeing the never ending beauty of it
I admired it every day and in all seasons, but the beauty would never fade away.
The dripping of water dip by dip from the leaves, as if the pearls from an oysters mouth,
As if the dew of the morning, fresh and new.
The branches spreading all over, some to my place even, shedding its orange petals all over,
I don’t remember how many flowers I fetched from the tree but I still remember the gulmohar tree,
The tree grew higher every time, having more orange petals over it and its beauty became more refined.
The hustling and buzzing sound of the leaves when the wind blew, felt sometimes as if the tree,
Now has a voice of its own, and it narrates proudly about its own majestic beauty.
Some sparrows and parrots had their nest over it, and the chirping sound of the birds added a jingle to the tree.
The tree reminds me still, of my childhood days, playing around it, is one of the best memories I have,
The tree is a witness of the generations, it saw what passed by, and will be seeing the future.
The gulmohar tree has still got the deep orange colour and a soft sweet smell which it once had,
Smelling it would bring me memories back.
It is still there, often I pass by it, and still I take the orange flowers back
I still remember the gulmohar tree………………………
He stood still in the chilling winter breeze, with a carrot
for a nose, two sticks for hands, two buttons for eyes, and six tiny
buttons for a mouth. During the day, children liked playing around him,
skating and dancing as they danced, sung, and screamed; the smell
of happiness was in the air. The snowman was the only one who wasn't
enjoying these playful moments, for he was only a pile of snow
that was put together, to look like a human.
One night, two days before Christmas,
the nasty-looking gingerbread man crept into the children's playing field; he was carrying a torch."I will melt you, and make you part of the icy floor!" he whispered. He was once a jolly man, who was cursed by a witch, because of stealing her gingerbread. All his friends and family abandoned him, for he looked strange. Since then, he hated anyone or anything that resembled happiness or smile. “Tomorrow the children will have a different look on their faces….” he thought to himself. An evil smile formed on his face.
As he stared to melt the snowman, Santa appeared out of nowhere, riding his flying reindeer that carried many gifts.
“What are you doing my friend?” he asked gingerbread man. “I have brought you a gift. It is a wishing coin!” The gingerbread man was so touched, that he wished that that the snowman was alive, so that he could know how it felt to be alive. He then tossed the coin into the air. The snowman then gradually started to move, and utter words. Surprisingly, the gingerbread man turned into a human once more. The witch’s curse was broken by love.
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The Christmas tree lighting was reflecting on a lake; children were sharing gifts, as they sang Carols; the elves were sprinkling magical stardust in the air – it was Christmas after all! It was beautiful to see a man, once a gingerbread man, dancing with the snowman!
Fairground
As I walk around feeling
The hay under my feet
Can smell the foods
That makes me want to eat
People playing board games
And children playing around
Some up on the stage
Dancing as the band plays a song
Assortment of decorations
Of ribbons of many colors
Like a bright rainbow
Of many colorful flowers
Crowds of children on lines
Getting on the merry go round
Screaming and laughing
A fun day at the fair ground
The noise of corn being popped
And clowns in funny costumes
Candy floss toffee covered apples
And hundreds of balloons
Burgers and hotdogs on grills
The smell of food everywhere
Moms and Dads playing games
Trying to win big teddy bears
The wonder of a fairground
And the happiness it bring
As I wave to my friend seren
Eating ice cream on a swing
Wish if the whole world
Was a great big fairground
Every day will be fill with fun
And no one will do wrong
They say if you wish
One day it might come true
My wish is for a world
Of happiness for me and you