Best Puffin Poems
"CONQUERING LOVE
Hinged between the family feud,
our love is forged in spite dismay.
as egos grapple rift of old,
I know you have a heart of gold.
Defiance all, my heart aflame,
at statue ruins we meet again.
This secret place, to us discreet,
Like puffin doves, we pledge our love,
For no one else but us can see,
our unity under the willow tree,
Believe not that of gossip tongue,
Not chosen them, my soul mate be,
I know you not, tradition seek.
For sake of honour, custom speak.
No rule or code or flogging me,
For you my love, my fortress be.
A miracle wish, this feud shall cease.
My knight in armour set me free.
I long the day in history,
To spend our life in tranquillity.
Submit to thee my dignity.
A life in distant far away,
lest family lead my life astray.
©Copyright 2013 M..A. Bell (alfi – m.za)
All Rights Reserved
These birds of the Auk are so cute
With their colourful beaks and their looks
So gorgeous are they
I could stare every day
Their name Puffin, is now linked to books
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-16.php
My soul is wild
The weed has increased my vision
Going with the flow
Puffin on my joint
Singing laughing dancing
Everything is gunna be alright
My soul has a grip
Tightly on my brain
Breath in exhale
So much love for mary jane
I do not hate
My soul is flowing
Its dancing around my veins
If I close my eyes
I might loose my mind
A Smokey haze surrounds my face
Touch me once twice
In and out
My soul is wild
I came home the other day and my Ole lady wuz like..I thought you was getting ah maserati,i'm not riding in that. I replied, I went to my buddy's carlot and he said he don't get those maserati cars too often..anyways my mechanic of some 30 years said he ain't too sure he knows how to work on a maserati car with that Ferrari engine in it.so my Ole lady mouth all stuck out still huffin and puffin she say you had me all ah glow-cruise to my friends and show-off that is,we may as well drive to the local farm and pick up some ducks in this Ole pick up truck.I
replied back in the day this ride would have been okay..come now let's not fight you know whut my credit is like don't worry honey sooner or later and down the road and not too far umma go to my buddy's carlot and git that maserati car.
Be aware of the Cougar, the big mountain Cat
Now I know you like mounting, but your just a Pussy Cat
I sometimes think you’re Horsey, and like a good jump
Perhaps therefore a Mare, with a lovely Ass as a rump
Anyway, rather than Rabbiting on and Ferreting around without any luck
I wish I could Rooster up the courage to ask you for a Shag (f__k)
Anyway I’ll keep on admiring your Boobies for I’m a Horny Toad
Hoping you’ll Goblin Shark my Dik-dik has you empty my Polecat of it’s Sperm Whale all over your Beaver below.
If I’m Puffin out of steam, at least you’ll have your Armadillo handy to finish yourself off.
Seriously, your animal attraction knows no bounds
Puffin on lies
Killing my enemies
Nobody stop me
After 10 years of suffering
Destroying those losers who tried
I live again
Life is on!
I am Back
Livin' and happy
No longer sad
I can't be touched
Try it spotted dick
I will win.
My child has a love of poetry
It is rare, for she is only nine.
In her bare mind, words are potpourri
floating, rhyming by stanza, by line.
Holding a book ever so tightly
(it relieves the raw ache in her chest),
my sweet Emma floats almost nightly
carried by puffins in a bird nest.
She paints her pictures lying in bed
dreaming up puffin activities.
Writing what's in the front of her head,
one of her common proclivities.
Her situation stems from asthma
of pet hair and seasonal rebirth.
She fancies ease from the miasma,
high above noxious coughing on earth.
Starting with nursery rhymes at three
we have read Silverstein and Dahl
both of us memorize easily.
Her choice today is Lewis Carroll.
My Emma lives in her Wonderland
especially with a nebulizer.
Her teachers all seem to understand
it's “down to earth” math that defies her.
August 23, 2021
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name The One Who Touches My Heart
One small pig, a puffin, and a large portion of lettuce in a cart. Absconding from a field with 240 baboons, ten mice with microphones, and a very large beetle. They went to visit a bird high in a tree. Nesting. Nearby was a lake. They enjoyed a swim and a boat ride across the waters. Then a radio signal arrived from the mountain. It said that the party was now over. All over was a silence. Then the trees began beating their branches. Echoing across the valleys like earthquakes in audiovisual waves. Sound not a speaker. Cancelled not this day. And so forth the groups of growth persisted in their watery games. Stopping only to feast. Upon large leaves and cheeses. Planting paintings pinning pops. Hahahaha bakery of whales in aprons eating. Hahahaha tasting tissues. Xxxx dilapidation z
Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities
Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide
Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a complex, tuneful song
makes jam tarts with lemon curd
Starling (Impressiveus In-A-Large-Flockus)
iridescent all year bird
feathers change colour in the sun
swarms in huge numbers then
off to the pub for rowdy fun
Wren (Smallus Sticky-Uppy-Tailus)
one of the tiniest garden birds
surprisingly loud and piercing voice
small, round body, quick and gone
to play boardgames and other toys
Puffin (Brightus Beakus)
black and white with colourful bill
dives the water for its food
coastal, cliffside, craggy nest
sends birthday cards that are very rude
A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks, hexagonal fishcakes, and seaweed to jump from the cupboard climb out of packets and sing very loudly in simultaneous song. The voice of a vortex is a visionary visualising vivarium vicariously vibrating vocabulary. And all the while the little letters let linking lemurs laugh. Lemurs laugh lovingly and love is not an itemised bill with googly eyes nor is it a meter reading a tome. So all hail in a pail for a puffing puffin is chewing on a boiled sweet today. Hahaha millionaire millipede moving many mice. Hahaha a pair of eagle faces in skintight shirts prancing. Xxxxx synchronisation z z z z z at seven thirty six a m on a dusty humid track of a bathroom floor with no b side eclipse effect. Z
Bilocating bison on a leopard printed dash to save the whale. When money is organic and organs play. Sunbathing on a nightshift is never that clever in a see through nightgown. Plus the sheer fact that oversized condoms in snake print disgust a dusty floor as particles like to be pretty not putrid. So now all rise for the ashtray is arriving. Waving its arms in royal glory. Seeking no mere mortal yet mightily sought after are the military beaded garments and tiaras if ornately placed tea leaves. High teas are often a process of giggle gaggle goose. Necks upright and always figures of eight in jars. Popping popping Polly pearls adjudicated wisdom and wealth in a home of no domestic chores. Like the queen ant on a sun lounger. Aim not a ten foot arrow at a bean plant as bags could fall treacherously on the A42 at sunset time. Adjust not a pea whose shell has slipped. Instead allow it to grow in a very large pothole. Portrayed wrongfully are those who follow the righteous path of ancient seed. Pay no attention to the Jacobean words of weblike and paper existences for they are to be exterminated soon. The falling of tge tenth moon. The mountain if Orion. Worship not a beetle eyed man. And beg nothing of insects who cackle in chambers creasing flows. One must utilise the potency of a very large iron. Pink placed Puffin pleases pleides. Xx designation. Xx clap xxxx sap sip spit supping slurping slop. Xxxx worldly whirls xxxx calisthenics xxxxx ha ha ha... Xx deliberation
I WISH I WEREN’T AN ORANGUTANG
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I wish I weren’t an orangutang, living as a captive in a zoo
Orange stringy, hairy body, is this the best nature can do
Gangly arms, puffed cheeks, a face you can’t appreciate
A lonely solitary life longing for a willing mate
I have an adorable look, when I’m still small n young
The children love it, when I grin n overlap my tongue
They love it, when I flash my teeth, while sinking my jowl
I puff up my cheeks, then let out an ear splitting howl
I’m just a barrel of laughs for them, but what about me
I’d love to have the freedom to go from tree to tree
I long to live and function in forests dense and hot
I’d forage the treetops eating mangoes at each spot
I’d build myself a new nest bed of branches every night
I have to pick the tree limbs, that can carry my weight
I’d wake with the sun and begin, an unending search
To locate a willing female with whom to share my perch
But that’s all just a daydream never to reach fruition
Cause I’m just a show piece, to be seen with paid admission
Would it not be great, were I a horned pacific puffin
Spend time in Russia, then over to Alaska for some fun
When it gets too cold I’ll head south to California
How great to be able to perch in a majestic sequoia
Then onto Baja, where the fish are there for the taking
Venturing far and wide will be an annual undertaking
Absorbing the vistas along the pacific palisades
Swooping and diving without branches as aids
Well I’ve just been awakened from my daily dreaming
The gates are open and I hear the children screaming
Well, back to the old grind, I’ve got kids to amuse
But being a horned puffin, a dream I will never lose
We all have duties to perform each day
But, if I were a horned puffin I’d fly away
Saint Govan’s Chapel
They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff
Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint
A hermit had lived in a fissure hewn into rocks by the tides and corrosion
The Chapel had been a later addition to weather storms for silent prayer
Souls stuck on survive they had arrived at the abyss to halt their demise
Hearts on surrender they threw caution to the wind for one final shout
‘Maybe the dolphins will offer a ride or the seagulls will take us higher’
Into clouds of salvation where their minds had failed to deliver release
He picked wild flowers and arranged a crown on her sunken head
Yellow Poppies for Peace and Wild Garlic to fend off their demons
Caressed the breeze in her hair embraced her Puffin tattoo and
Sank into her bell feathered arms seduced by kindness and hope
Raindrops fell like pearlescent seashells from a rainbow while rosaries’
Ocean spray tickled their weather worn skins and covered their sadness
Wind brushed away urchins of cobwebs and urged them to proceed
Sun rays reflected the moon as they enlightened their shadows’ horizon
Stripped to the core and essence they unlaced gloom and their burdens
Stepped forward in time and let nature answer echoes of happiness
Before they knew it stark naked bodies mingled under moons’ canopy
As they spooned their fortunes together and went deep inside joy
They felt younger by the minute and recalled the ancient wisdom that
A healthy body resides in a sound mind and rekindled passion and life
Soon they would not hear the sound of waves but felt the earth move
To rhymes rhythm and metre holier than holy and discarded insanity
Tongues licked the salt of the earth kissed cradled abandoned restraint
And tied a union made in heaven transported into ravines of rapture
The gods blushed a bit but looked kindly onto the feast of delight
No one demanded that life must be prudish when beauty unveils
06th June 2019
What am I doing here when there is no one to care, what I am doing here when you are all alone sitting over there. The days feel longer, the nights are very short and passion is locked up in the dark.
I pace back and forth on the floor searching for answers and looking for something beyond the shore but the road in front of me gets wider the hills gets higher and sweat is oozing out of my flesh.
I have this spirit of hope burning inside me and my guiding angels are walking in front of me, they are everywhere protecting me from the heat and the cold and always telling me to be bold. I have no time to dance with your wind, when you have committed a promiscuous sin; day in day out I live in the mud wondering when I will return to normal living again.
What am I doing here when your negative vibration saturates the town draining my positive energy and leading me towards an unfilled destiny?
It is painful and sad and it makes my heart rumble. And somewhere in the town the bad men are running around rubbing marijuana in the palm of their hand and puffin the smoke in the air.
What am I doing here when the unemployment figures are touching the sky and the youth are running up and down the street disrupting my heartbeat?
I lost myself in work so as not to focus on the dirt but at the end of the month, the cycle ends and a new episode begins again. I have talents and skills to tell you how the universe begins.
I have traveled to many places and mingled with many races, I have trod the earth without shoes and I have the story for the evening news, what am doing here when I have so much to share, the temple is on fire and I am filled with desire.
A new day appears with shadows flying in the air, I kept looking for the answer that is tied up somewhere in the forbidden chapter. I glanced at hope for a while with passion riding by my side and I was determined to break through the web that glued me to the bed.
With courage we marched on top of hill looking for the man in the cloud. We found him on the floor with a group of people around him preparing the final draft to make a brand-new start.
What am I doing here when you act as if you don’t care? I will be leaving here soon and I will give you a call at noon. What am I doing here!
The guv'mint is bluffin
It ain't doin a damn nothin
All it's huffin an a puffin
Makes us eat a meadow muffin
The guv'mint is lazy
Theyre all money crazy
Their thinkin is a hazy
Were rats in a big mazy