I stand like an inverted portrait on your wall
Bollixed Like a lost wallet in a mall
I remained Glued to you all day and night
Like a scabbard to the waist of a knight
Your inexplicable uniqueness got me riveted
And leaves me feeling complete like a script that has been vetted
The sun is full of envy of your brightness
Even Your shadow divulges your uprightness
Your smiles makes me feel like the clock has stopped ticking
And energetic like a baby in the womb that's kicking
You are the moon, I am the night
In my darkness hour, you are my light
#PoeticLord#
(c) June 2019
Categories:
bollixed, beauty, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
MY WINTER
Prepared for this cold winter?
Tree fronds hang their heads,
flashing lights hang tight.
Bowed and bollixed presents —
depressed. The absence of
a merry Spring — the empty nest.
Emotions chill, shiver...
Turtlenecks without hugs.
The whiteout of snow —
knees shovel the heavy load.
Deleterious decorations,
keepsakes of holiday romance —
kids sledding and cutting cookies,
hot chocolate and kindled laughter.
Icicles cling like burs
to my dendrites,
stinging my eyes.
Yet, jingle bells soon ring,
with Nor’easter winds —
grandchildren chill for a season.
and with chattering teeth, I grin.
11/19/2017
Viv Wigley’s My Winter Contest
Categories:
bollixed, depression, family, hope, winter,
Form: Verse
FESTER BLOWHARD
Uncle Fester’s full of hot air.
He blows up at Frida Fayre.
An unfair and dark fellow,
Blowhard farts into a cello.
Freckled Frida just so feckless with her flute.
Her thin lips and puckered cheeks softly toot.
Fester fosters a hot-air balloon.
Frantically blows out his old bassoon.
Frida nervously nettles her fingers to pray.
Fester’s balloon bollixed, hellfire to pay.
6/25/2017
LIGHT POETRY
A Light To Like judged 7/28
Contest: Poem N/A'd from June to August
Categories:
bollixed, anger, humor,
Form: Light Verse