Heey! What' soul up freddled googlefort,
Thy salamanders burst of crust lavishes mee
See
The dawning flightiest of dis missive
Vogurest blight
As daunting flights winters height dawns the light
In the night
Planetary burg vogo by vogon
Vogon blight
A kill veal legions loft
Olt left is the being of the vogon soul dance in the vira so
Zionary sighted-blite
Revisited I now remember Vogon pronounced plight?
Planetary Gibberish
2/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
blite, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, celebrity,
Form: Vogon Poetry
My little bit of natural life.
Its biodiversity rife.
Frogs, bugs, butterflies, hedgehogs, mice.
Annuals, perennials, lice.
Fruit, cherries, blackberries, no strife!
All in peak condition, no blite.
Every day new finds excite!
New for the county too, quite nice.
My little bit!
Records have to be recorded… type.
New finds my contribution… life
Each new record another slice,
For what it takes I’ll pay the price.
Enjoyed by me and my dear wife.
My little bit!
Categories:
blite, garden, nature, wife,
Form: Rondeau
My little bit of natural life.
Its biodiversity rife.
Frogs, bugs, butterflies, hedgehogs, mice.
Annuals, perennials, lice.
Fruit, cherries, blackberries, no strife!
All in peak condition, no blite.
Every day new finds excite!
New for the county too, quite nice.
My little bit!
Records have to be recorded… type.
New finds my contribution… life
Each new record another slice,
For what it takes I’ll pay the price.
Enjoyed by me and my dear wife.
My little bit!
Categories:
blite, animal, bird, butterfly, garden,
Form: Rondeau
I love to march along the Icknield way:
Bretton Heath, Brickklin Covert and Caistor;
Fring Cross, Sedgeford and Swaffham still hold sway.
The sea sings with Terns and Oystercatcher
As we descend to the cold distant shore.
The air is perfumed with sea lavender
And Norfolk’s rich and abundant secret store:
Shrubby sea-blite, sea aster and rock rose.
Rome, come and unleash my manly desire!
Now take away my Icini motherhood
And bring destruction through blood and fire.
Look upon the Torc, a twisted beauty,
Tortured out of gold, silver and art;
And with unbridled terror, our land depart.
Categories:
blite, history,
Form: Sonnet