I want to fly where a fairy flies
My sparkling wings sweeping dusky skies
A star at my brightness routinely shies
And I’m never recognized in this guise.
I want to swim where a mermaid swims
My iridescent scales like glittery limbs
Whales and fish sport appreciative grins
And the exercise makes even curvy bods thins.
I want to mother like a dragon-mom mothers
My fierce fiery protection for baby sisters, brothers
Love worn on wings wrapped tight round one ‘others
And colorful familial binds flash as each nestling hovers.
Feathery souls, titanium hearts, exposed minds required
To experience pure fantasy in time before expired!
Categories:
bods, fairy, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
La bruja hechicera,
with an impious hex,
from the marshlands
beneath a foul swampy
grave, she indeed
summon Pumpkin Head.
Rage is how his master
wheels revenge; For the
harsh reckless fatal end
of some young spirit slain.
His Abyss fiend ghastly nights
of vengeance spreads.
'Tis best, no wise,
to kneel in silent prayer.
Repent for it's the only tool
that might soothe
the impinging gloom
of dark that looms.
For those he stalks
don't stand a chance;
Reaper's minion seeks
to quench his thirst with
the bloody-blugent preys,
la hechicera dooms.
Sinners atone, when fate
confronts ones wicker fort
of faith that rots.
When weapons and screams
like wood ablaze, excite
his callus, morbid heart.
For condemned are those
who bear her mark.
He's spawned to dissecting hunt.
The next dawn are found;
Heads severed....
with bods from limbs apart.
Categories:
bods, change, confusion, death, evil,
Form: Rhyme
There was a meeting of the “gods”
The “real” ones and the “frauds”
The one’s that shaved their heads
The one’s with “wicked” bods
Each one convinced “they are the One”
You must choose - ya can’t have none
Or else concede a one celled amoeba
Somehow spawned and then conceived ya
At lunch they served a “stoic” stew
Topped off with a Pagan brew
A sweet dessert of humble pie
Beneath a dark skeptical sky
The gods of men are snowflake thin
Hidden beneath the distant din
Of times and hopes and promised lands
An hourglass of endless sand
The “gods” of men are running wild
While the “men of God” walk single file
Categories:
bods, confusion, god, men,
Form: Verse
Easter eggs and rabbit's feet
Are quite easy to be found
Nice to find an Easter treat
When the bunny comes around
Children laugh and children sing
When they find some colored eggs
Messy faces- bunny brings
With chocolate bods and legs
*(A, B, A, B) - (7 syllable count)
Collaborate with me poetry contest
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3/27/2023
Categories:
bods, children, chocolate, easter,
Form: Rhyme
triplet infants in their bed
asleep together
cuddled like birds in a nest
limbs wrapped around each other
beneath a quilted blanket
they warmth their wee bods
silently breathing
awakening together
time to change all their diapers
Categories:
bods, baby, silence,
Form: Haiku
Act out stories of ancestors and gods
Reciting poetry they gave us nods
Polyrhythmic drumming
Mamas are a humming
African dances will shake up your bods.
Categories:
bods, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Limerick
CIRCUS CHOKA
a circus in town —
the guileless excitement of
tiger and elephant crowd
clowns in painted face —
ginger-grin under one’s frown
bitterness under one’s smile
the crows on high wire —
bods arrayed in black sequins
with wings of a wizened swan
a flop from the top —
she slips from the silken rope
dismayed as onlookers clap
the show must go on —
a conation of cattle
finding one’s place in the whole
removal of mask
after the crowds drift away
— balm cold cream on blistered face
10/21/2018
Categories:
bods, dark, imagery,
Form: Choka
Precedents Were A Coincidence
So it really could seem to be quite a coincidence,
Relationship between Presidents and precedents;
Ugly Bods,
Are at odds;
Being vehement about constituents and contents.
Jim Horn
Categories:
bods, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
JOYOUSLY, WE BE
Pillows, pillows, rainbow pillows everywhere
amidst this sea of pillows, two in lounging share--
capering aplenty, teasing, teasing thee.
Fun-filled laughter bubbles up, joyously, we be.
Fluffy, fluffy cotton knobs, wrap next to 'bods
Tuck so right in a hug, keep tight in the warmth.
Playing hard to get in merry-go-round zest.
Rock and roll, it drew smiles; rise and fall release sighs...
Teaser! Teaser, tease her! blushing freedom pairs!
Giddy music gentle lapping sound like chorale.
Closer, we become, touches twinkling like stars
in catch one's breath pause, our eyes interlace, comes we!
Pleaser! Pleaser, please him round the clock so light!
Do cuddle him lovingly and sing her a song,
between some brushes, he shall blow hushes
as when night and day strums, allow yin and yang rhumb.
© J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
Written November 17, 2014
.
Categories:
bods, fun, games, happy birthday,
Form: Verse
Pillows, pillows, rainbow pillows everywhere
amidst this sea of pillows, two in lounging share--
capering aplenty, teasing, teasing thee.
Fun-filled laughter bubbles up, joyously, we be.
Fluffy, fluffy cotton knobs, wrap next to 'bods
Tuck so right in a hug, keep tight in the warmth.
Playing hard to get in merry-go-round zest.
Rock and roll, it drew smiles; rise and fall release sighs...
Teaser! Teaser, tease her! blushing freedom pairs!
Giddy music gentle lapping sound like chorale.
Closer, we become, touches twinkling like stars
in catch one's breath pause, our eyes interlace, comes we!
Pleaser! Pleaser, please him round the clock so light!
Do cuddle him lovingly and sing her a song,
between some brushes, he shall blow hushes
as when night and day strums, allow yin and yang rhumb
© Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Fraser
Written November 17, 2014
.
Categories:
bods, cute love, fun, funny
Form: Verse
Three Atheist limericks
for April Fools' Day 2006
Dear Mrs. Schiavo: Goodbye.
Dear Mrs. Schiavo: Goodbye.
Fifteen years was a long time to die.
Your husband was brave
To withstand the wave
Of inedible pie in the sky.
Why San Diegans remove Crosses from public Land
The SD City Council must hold strong:
Those mountaintop Christians are wrong.
Crucifixion's the sign
Of insensitive minds
Not the Native Americans' song.
Unrequited Faith
Dear Judeo-Christian God:
Your behavior's exceedingly odd.
You let Hitler misbehave
Then killed thousands with waves
And can't keep your priests' hands off kids' bods!
Categories:
bods, funny, god, irony, religious,
Form: Limerick
Clothes
I love
You throw out
What’s that about?
Who do you think you are? The God of Bods?
The Fashion Assassin? The King of Things?
It’s not your stuff!
So don’t touch!
Okay?
Hey!
Categories:
bods, life, people
Form: Tetractys
It's so tragic, when magic leaves
A romance. The dance of lovers.
Four leave clovers. One grieves
The loss of the lucky. It hovers
Above the pledge made to God.
Promise to love not another one.
To be one, in spirits and in bods.
Grasp the stars, the moon and sun.
Years make love stronger, longing
For the touch, so familiar and nice.
It's the fervour, that is belonging
To a love that forever, will entice.
Categories:
bods, lost love, lovelove,
Form: Rhyme