In Dylan Thomas's word play is read,
That hunched houses, blind as moles, are spread,
Like covers, feather-downed,
To hush and muffle any sound,
The moon dares make, sneaking overhead.
Town named 'Bugger All' backwards, parades
Its hang-over from late night charades,
Not a voice can be heard,
Not a breath, not a word,
As the moonlight creeps in, wearing shades.
In Under Milk Wood it's black as black.
It's crow-black, bluesy black, harking back,
To times long gone, dispelled,
When tiny towns were spelled,
For one to reconsider its quack.
Seas are fishing boat bobbled to rage.
Boys dream bad, on jolly roger stage.
Shops in mourning do moan.
Dumbfound town folks do groan.
Too late cock, morning's long up on page.
Categories:
bobbled, humorous, poetry, poets,
Form: Limerick
On an early morning walk along the shore
I pondered thoughts about the ocean floor
What treasures are buried beneath its sands
Amid corals, anemones, orange sea fans
I wanted a key to unlock the seabed's door
On the crest of a wave, what had been carried
bobbled and lobbed, back and forth parried
from shore and blown across windswept seas
Miles traveled by storms or a tropical breeze
on ocean currents, their journey never tarried
In a shallow tidal pool, a conch was stranded
A gift from Poseidon's hand, I'd been handed
I held the shell to my ear and then listened
awed by the sound while the sun glistened
Waves crested until on the beach they landed
With perfect rhythmic cadence they swelled
on a high tide until its last ripples were felled
Another always followed, close upon its wake
constantly flowing as if it had a thirst to slake
quenched by rushing ashore as if compelled
Buoyantly, bottles drift on the crest of a wave
Directed by the whims of tides, as if a slave
No ebbing waters have ever ferried one to me
I ponder how many notes drowned in the sea,
bottles speared by Neptune. Forsooth, a knave!
Categories:
bobbled, ocean, sea, water,
Form: Rhyme
There was a dear November long ago
Tucked on the top shelf with my good stuff
Along with the other fond sentiments
Good books and pictures go hand in hand
But that first Fall in college was a keepsake
Now and then, I open that box
I see graying skies over a football field
And our losing season in the mud
And a student juggling school, practice, and work
I can say I bobbled that ball infamously bad
Which mirrored the Portland weather
I fished for nirvana, and the line snapped
But I enjoyed that maiden voyage nonetheless
The bonding with fellow students
The first parties, dances, and romances
That first Thanksgiving with my roomies family
Yet for some reason, I remember less of school work
And more of a pumpkin patch
... and a rustic leaf falling to the ground
11/07/22
November Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Regina Mcintosh
N/A
Categories:
bobbled, autumn, growing up, journey,
Form: Free verse
Young and dumb, heart still growing.
Felt the flicker, still not knowing.
Bashful winks was all it took.
Fell prey to her fickle hook.
Flowers, candies, things that bobbled;
Broke the bank and left me hobbled.
Took out loans to keep her smiling.
Wore a frown when debit filing.
Just as I had had enough,
Called her father, stout and tough.
Now my world is in despair.
Explains why I've lost my hair.
Categories:
bobbled, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Hark
The captain spoke to the sick and starving
As he bobbled on the bow
And began
We will go there
Pointing his crooked finger as his dark, salty body dropped
But with each upsurge he made another point
You are here because you got lost
I'm here to take you home
Down surge
I'm not sure we will make it
Upsurge
But you have strong oars made of Spanish mahogany one at a time
Down surge
Some of you are weaker and will think of dying
Upsurge
Others will pick you up because you are worthy of love
Down surge
Your stomachs are full of toxic blubber meat
Upsurge
You will endure for the purpose of Her
hug at port, wet and tired and lost
Down surge
You will not endure if you are proud
Upsurge
Down surge
And just his eyes.
Only sounds of orphaned oars and flapping sails and rusty rudders.
Two whales appear, each pick a side.
Guiding, with twin wakes, and moving the boys toward there
Upsurge
Down surge
The whales were moving them there.
Screaming to their distant loved ones
I'll be home soon
Categories:
bobbled, courage, family, fathers day,
Form: Free verse
Watching snowflakes settle
into a large earthenware pot,
frozen fractals grow.
The snow is ridged into serpentine shapes
and the humped backs of deep sea monsters.
Bobbled ice forms dimple and peak.
Is this a strange art, a contouring
or a sculpturing that takes form
by the act of watching?
Why is it not the snow
deep and crisp and even?
If you stare at a cat
it will look away, wash its paws.
that’s called ‘displacement behavior’.
People are not much different.
There’s a force behind a concentrated stare.
Cats know something about watching snowflakes.
You have to respect that kind of power.
Categories:
bobbled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
How heavy the lid from his plastic can
To be held by the fingers of a child
A foam-covered sword held by his hand
As he practiced his faces to look wild
Runs like a warrior with bobbled stride
To find an enemy worthy of his sword
To defeat in battle one that won't hide
Then stand to cheers to accept his award
Hugs from his father who tells him well done
He's carried to the kitchen for ice cream
Mother says you're a warrior my son
As his eyes light up with their brightest gleam
Imaginations from a three-year-old
Is the greatest gift the eyes will behold
7/7/20 contest Warrior
Categories:
bobbled, child, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
A pigeon joined me for morning tea
A pigeon joined me for morning tea
Out on the ledge
Fat as can be
Starring through the window pane
Starring at me
As I sipped my tea
He bobbled he wobbled
He put on a show
As the sun began to glow
I’ll invite him for lunch
I wish he would stay
I would feel so lonely if he flew away
He’s cute and he’s chubby
Perhaps another’s hubby
He was part of my morning
He may be part of my noon
He may fly away,
Perhaps over the moon
Categories:
bobbled, 12th grade, bird, earth,
Form: Rhyme
Dumbledee Dinosaur had birds on his knees
His long, Long, LONG neck would often spout green peas
His eyes would twirl and his ears would spin
He tried to smile all the time but his mouth was too thin
He loved the waters of Twee lakes and Twee oceans
But tangled his giant Dino feet with too much commotion
He waddled and bobbled in such a funny sight
That all the Twees and Twums from Tweedledee Dum
Would run, Run, RUN it was such a FRIGHT!!!
They flew up in the air without any care
They Tweedledee Twumed on their wee Twee little bums
Till Dumbledee Dinosaur caught them midair - with such laughter
To save the day for Twee and live happily ever after!
Categories:
bobbled, 1st grade, fantasy, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
The cork bobbled up and down;
the river ran; chased by mother wind.
The lonely wino took to coma
like fresh fish out of water.
The fallen bottle dripped drops
of lost dreams.
Categories:
bobbled, analogy, dream, drink, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
I followed the recipe on the first meal,
Cooked for my wonderful new expectant bride.
Focused on ingredients, prepared with zeal,
I baked it too long, it came out burnt and dried.
Our first crib in a box, directions in hand,
Assembled in order, part by pictured part.
By no means was it easy to understand,
Something just wasn't right, I had to restart.
Following the soft spoken voice from my phone.
My wife in labor, son ready to be born,
Siri's voice was so calm in her normal tone,
Wrong way on a one way met with blaring horn.
No directions, a father in the making.
At first glance he surprised me with his beauty.
His helpless head bobbled in my hands shaking.
A feeble first step of parental duty.
Categories:
bobbled, baby, birth, children, father,
Form: Rhyme
Laying down, out in the open,
Here, in the stillness of the night,
Looking up to the stars shining bright,
The gentle breeze blowing at the fabric,
That covers the palest parts of my skin,
Taking in the sights of the moon,
And the radiance that surrounds it,
The transparent clouds float on by,
A shadow
Something moved beside me,
Alarming me to this unnerving sensation,
My body prickled like a spider creeping Crawling up my skin,
The beast breathed sending my worst fears,
Afraid it was going to eat me,
My eyes moved to the side to look,
Now I wished I didn’t
I was frozen by the sight of its eyes,
Its eyes glistened with its evil thoughts,
He appeared out of nowhere beside me,
Baring all his teeth,
I saw the beasts pink gums its purely white sharp teeth,
Like fangs on a wolf the drool hang from the side of its mouth,
The drool it bobbled with the movement of its tongue,
Growling and grunting,
That repulsive smell of its was bloodcurdling like a Decomposed corpse in a casket .
In one quick movement, it howl
With my last share,
I Cringed has it started Feasting on my skin.
written for the creep me out contest
by Davina browne 2015
Categories:
bobbled, creation, death, deep, evil,
Form: Light Verse