Surrounded by your hair
with that scent I bombinate,
fall to pieces right here;
We sit just baking in the Sun,
no need for a chair;
I want to lay my head on your shoulder,
I swear you ignite such a flare;
With a twist of fate
surface to air.
Categories:
bombinate, allusion, emotions, feelings, romance,
Form: Other
Nature's small insects cute and rude
Garden blooms gathering food
Butterflies' sweet nectar seeks,
Beneath sun's outstretched blond streaks
Where, yet a spider does hide
Silvery web shadows bide
Night is flashing lighting bugs
Tall grass leaves their heartfelt hugs
Dragonfly's wings weave and fades
Sunlight shining rainbow shades
Termites creeping in woodwork
Silent destroyers as they lurk
Beetle strength squirms in its murk
Fine powder they scratch and chirk
Cicadas incessant whining
Shedding its clear shell lining
Mosquito's blood hungry dining
Ill for which I've been pining
Cricket's chirp amid tall sheaves
Hidden inside curling leaves
A ladybug among a rose
Sweet aroma zephyr blows
Tiny creatures bombinate
Among flowers as they ate
1/18/2022
'Insects' Contest Info
Sponsor Angela Tune
All bugs are insects but, all insects are not bugs. True bugs belong to the order Hemiptera under the class Insecta. The main difference between bugs and insects is that bugs are the insects having proboscis, which can be used to suck food whereas insects have other mouthparts adapted for chewing or sponging.
Categories:
bombinate, insect,
Form: Rhyme
The highway overpass vibrates.
as traffic and wind careen through.
A good view. Suicide starts to sing;
a wind-dervish rattling aluminum wings.
On the branches of peripheral nerves,
small birds stretch plasma necks,
warble high in the catbird seat
of her wall-eyed mind.
An ugly stream of cacophony,
a vapor of petroleum and rubber
bursting into bombinate blooms
that scour her skin.
She breathes it all in,
watching from a crows-nest
that sways leagues above her head.
A rocking-chair of vertigo tips over,
faraway toes curl a flaking concrete.
Her blood singing of endless roads
and this last dead end
at the edge of hope.
Categories:
bombinate, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A good view. The traffic and wind careen.
The highway overpass vibrates. Suicide starts
to sing, a wind-dervish rattling thin mantis limbs.
On the branches of peripheral nerves, small birds
stretch plasma necks, warble high
in the catbird seat of her soul.
She thought about her soul. Only one invisible
globule of it ever active, the rest tranquilized,
a pool fed by absent-minded angels.
All this ugliness, the streams of cacophony,
the vaporous scar tissue of petroleum and rubber,
floats up as vivid bombinate blooms.
She breathes it all in, watching from a crows-nest
that sways leagues above her head.
She has dealt herself a spaced-out view, here
up in the air, her toes curling into concrete,
she sits back in the best chair of her vertigo,
and yells to all the passing, trafficking,
crud-burning speeders below –
“You’re all way too slow, for a catbird thought,
too lowdown for any wind-scattered moment.
Categories:
bombinate, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety
Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in boondoggled
bedraggled, beware
I'm not making sense
and I really don't care!
Gushing galoot, galumph, galore
something inside crying
more, More, MORE!!!
I'm an insatiable verbavore!
Flippantly tripping through
flibbertigibbet, flumadiddle
filipendulous to the stupendous
sounds of mellifluous eutony
I am getting so tongue-tied here
my mouth is in mutiny!
But, oh my Dearie-
there's whigmaleerie
wifty, whimsical...
mugwump, moppet
words keep wheeling through my head
'though silly, I can't stop it!
For there's slubberdegullion
mollycoddle, hobgoblin
and gumption, too!
With all the splendiferous words about...
what's a logoleptic to do?
Categories:
bombinate, humor, humorous, silly, word
Form: Free verse
Spring
Concupiscent foxes tame their offspring
Me thinks this is the first sign of spring.
Bumblebees bombinate above-head
As myriad dark clouds evaporate.
Daffodils undulate to the Zephyr
Snowdrops coruscant like Blake’s Faeries
A kaleidoscopic vision of buds and blooms
In our brittle hearts, making a large room.
Melodic voices of our babes
Joyous and a utopia trace
Nightingales sing a sweet song
Larks perform a pagan dance to the first bloom.
At last, Mother Earth sheds its dead skin
All creatures; great and small sing spring.
Categories:
bombinate, adventure, blessing, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
"On Gelid Night" by David Hart
On gelid night, prone amidst this small sea of
faineant coverlets,
A nimeity of somnolent susurrations--
Bombinate and pierce the greyblack night.
Still, the foundling lies on bilious pillow
A radiator's dolorous tintinnabulation
Harmonizes a fan's punctilious paean.
On this gelid night,
A languid pillow kisses this naive cheek.
Vocabulary
Bilious-ill-tempered; Foundling-lost child; nimiety-excess (n);
dolorous-sad; tintinnabulation-tinkling sound; susurrations(n)-whispers; faineant(adj)-
idle; gelid-icy cold; bombinate-buzz or hum; punctilious-precise; paean- a song of praise
Categories:
bombinate, history,
Form: Verse