vociferous Vicky was a boisterous ghost
her sounds were loud and proud, just ask her host
clamorous drums were her instruments of choice
she frightened my cousins and my Aunt Joyce
Joyce had bought this haunted house “for fun”
these obstreperous sounds had her on the run
She wanted to move out and in with some of her kin
But we all said no, fearing we would let Vicky in.
in haste for ever boisterous friend in grey coat tapped on my door
Sitting waiting, waiting for the light,
anticipating the retreat of the night.
The mallards have gathered awaiting their feeding.
They always appear to be fiercely competing.
A song birds trill permeates the air,
spilling out it's chords, tender, fair.
A boisterous crow joins the conversation.
Flying to and fro with his long winded explanation.
The full moon fades tucked somewhere far away,
as nature greets a brand new day.
REAL HAPPINESS
Amazed to see ill-clad kids playing in sweltering heat
Raised by carefree , breezy nature, jovial atmosphere altogether
Played with zeal , indifferent of caste and creed
Unfazed by the prickly, sultry weather.
Enthralled by the boisterous energy ,echoing in towers
Swayed by the squad and drenched in
unusual liveliness
Realised, joy lies within and choice is ours
Ingrained, inner happiness surpasses
riches, a sign of blissfulness.
DATED:18 JUNE 2021
CONTEST: LENTO..8 LINES
SPONSOR : JOSEPH MAY
The roar of the waves
is as wild as the loud sound
of the river's flow.
Boisterous Wind
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013
The wind continues to blow
It’s annoying wherever I go.
It messes my hair,
If anyone does care,
Just thought you’d like to know.
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