Bounding Poems | Examples

Potted Sins Under Tweed

In potted hills Finnish
Cauldrons run quips losing custard!
Vanquished serpents necking
Lounging cretons lavish
Tasking tisks
Mirroled bounce
Hinde bounding exiles
Worrisome kneels condensing bonnet?

Will and either knawlings
Coffered
Loave of Samson
Reason less below her faults


French horror?
Recalcitrant!

Let them do, let them pass

Come on! Let them do, let them pass
Today is not time
To shoot people anymore!
Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not time
To stop goods anymore!
Come on! Only one thousand dollars
Will cost you a plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is falling down!
Laissez faire, laissez passer!
There are bound to be changes
For our lives further on!
It’s crashing down
Together with our illusions
Their false promises
The wrong secular hope!
Come on!
The wall is not hiding anymore
The totems of progress!
Let’s go worshipping
The glittering gods
Bounding ahead!!

My Dog Voices His Opinion

       A tiger cuddling in my lap
         my dog observed
            mouth agape

       I said to my dog
         nail your jaw together
            Beware lest the ground it does scrape

       But instead Fido barked
         and off raced the tiger 
            bounding way beyond the landscape

       My brave barker said to me
         That’s why they say ~
            Getting rid of a tiger’s ‘dog’s play’

Sand and Sea

And lo of that wave riven coast
That bounding sea who cries here most
On wind tossed shores where teardrops sown
Yearn to make their passions known
Forever clasped with lover with foe
Whereon? Only the horizon knows
Forever onward hand in hand
Wave tossed sea and battered strand
Face to face they lie
Murmuring their sad goodbyes
Tumultuous wave to scarred shoreline
Their bond no auger can divine
No mortal eye nor wind perceives
Wither that eternal embrace may cleave
For here hath to each other waged
A covenant to span the age

ClouDrive

Wolf.
Puma.
Long-necked (or was it
long-bodied?)
Dragon.

Forest...Fire.

A Bunny, cute -
and on its back.

A Bounding Fox
with Seaspray Fluff
of Following Tail. 

A long-nosed Fellow
bearing bulbous eyes;
grown wider with surprise
at the Cloudball gone:
teetering off from said
Nose.

A Wingsuit Aerialist
falling bellylong into
greens below.  Laughing. 

An Otter, now -
popped up from (,some-
how,) a Prairie Dog’s hole.
Over the Water Gap.

A profile, of
a Presence’s Silouhette
but with lip backlit...
and Chin.  About to 
Smile in the foreground
of...a

...Waterfall of Light.

Curiously, a Bighorn Seahorse Sheep.

I drive. 
Press on. 
I drive. 
Look up. 
I drive. 

Clouds drift.  I drive.

OF HELL-BOUNDING WAR

There's no love in war,
neither can peace ever be:-
Why live life in hell?

Cumulus Rejoice

Most cherished of thoughts, ideas abloom, 
spreading, expanding
Overcoming harsh crushing repression, 
breaking loose into a fluffy
sacred cloud bound emancipation 
Liberation! My spirit takes flight, light, 
mellow, blithe and callow 
No longer crushed prostrate 
'neath the crushing tyranny of the basis gossip 
I inhale an atmosphere crisp and fresh, 
bounding upward, deep into the wide blue yonder 
Grace most astounding ecstatic! 
Voices mocking, condemning now stilled-upward 
I soar toward a far more welcoming place than 
I have ever known 
Rejoice!

A Moment of Freedom

The world finally
extricated itself 
from my thoughts
and became a sunlit park
being awakened by children
escaping from car seats 
to run unrestrained 
into the wide freedom
of a morning  - broke into
a sudden eruption 
of water from a sprinkler
coming to life 
in the far distance, 
seeding the warm air 
with mist.

I felt the easy float
of clouds in a blue sky,
the bounding joy 
of a retriever let off its lead
and the effortless hover
of seagulls tilting 
on the edge of a breeze.
For a moment
I had the strange desire 
to lift my arms, almost sure
in the belief
I could leave the ground.

SCHOONER

I remember the road to pilate farm,
It was a never land.
I rode in the galley with pilate pirate,
it was a roaring galley rowing.

It was ice-bounding through the night,
young frozen hearts beneath Clotilda.
hundred and ten suspended lives,
thirteen days shadowed silence.

forty five suns dipped the blue horizon
alas Alabama and down the sea Clotilda 
a new world in canebrakes.
Half a decade away before unshackling the soul.

Bottlebrush and Greyhound

There are times
when I long to move
beyond the edges of myself
as when, this morning, alongside 
the power station fence,
I passed under a red cloud 
of bottlebrush flowers
dripping nectar in a frenzy
of birds feeding on the sticky
clusters overhead,
too high for me to reach 
and plunge my hand
deep into the pure joy 
of that crimson feast.

And when a greyhound,
let loose from its leash, 
ran past me with such speed 
and grace, I longed to be 
its stride, the power propelling 
it across the grass 
and into the distance, turning
in the wide arc 
of its own happiness.
I would have given anything
to dissolve into its bounding
freedom, undone from my leash
of old age and the slow shuffle
of aching feet. 
There are times 
when I long to move
beyond the edges of myself,
if only for a moment.

Yellow

Yellow prances in parades of giggles,
Like the grace of forgiveness in winter’s deep valleys,
To build a house made in joyful pirouettes
Escaping from its space between orange and green
To jig and jive in odes of clarity
Sprinkling spring with daffodils and crocus.

The language of yellow celebrates in celestial tones,
Weaving clear light on barren boughs,
Shards of pure energy never rest
Reveling in naked ecstasies of delight 
Sunbeams on the loose refusing to wear a disguise,
Transparent gladness of festivity.

Yellow heralds the glory of optimistic stars
Stretching into cold corners
Breathing fireflies into the tombs of musky indigos
Tossing petals of sunlight
Into rainbow starved air
With outbursts of uncontrollable mirth and merriment.

Splendor bounding!  Radiance released!

Dotty Doggy Duo

Dotty doggy duo, daily derring-do,
descending leaves decorating yard,
Beau-black as coal,
brown-eyed batty Gus,
barking brazenly, bounding,
both bonkers?
a boisterous, "You betcha!"

Kings of calamity-
canines of chaos,
squirrels scurry for sweet sanity,
scolding silver September
acorn gatherers,
sedulously seeking sedatives!

Waterfalls

From the highest of highs, flows non-stop 
Wide bright sky tent as her backdrop
Like a break-dancer, she sways
Amidst hot sunbeam blaze
Soulful songs she sings
With crystal springs
She's an art
Of heart
Warm
Calm
Upstart
Tears apart 
Wild water wings
Falling like white strings 
With her bewitching glaze 
Like a mystic child's star gaze 
Flows, forming many a dewdrop
Bounding and bouncing in bliss flip-flop

Meeting Steampunk Tiger

Loud guttural roar filled Steamboat Convention Hall
Stovetop hats rose up higher, and most were already tall.
The tiger made his entry with a loud snarl and a pounce.
Watch out! Someone yelled. I think this creature can bounce.

We ran out of the way, as fast as heavily-dressed convention goers can.
Tiger made a bounding leap and soon was shaking a trembling old man.
Don’t eat him! A girl in a pretty petticoat with a corset yelled out.
He gulped him down, after shaking him up, down and all about.

We did not see any blood, for the tiger ate every drop that he could.
I was running as fast as my legs would on this double treated oak wood.
The tiger was gaining on me, I could feel his breath on my neck.
I fell out of bed before I was eaten and I said “What the heck?”

Where Did We Go?

The cities are all unraveling,
  Dirty air floats in our lungs,
  Broken glass,
  Shattered signs.
  Only hollow buildings,
  Without any lives.
  Standing on fallow ground,
  Deer bounding all around.
  They do a dip in the muddy park pool,
  A little mud keeps the flies away.
  Perhaps we will do that one day,
  And look to see what edible plants are left alive.
  Possibly allow the earth to thrive.
  We have forgotten our early lessons.
  Now it's time to begin again.
  To have a conversation with all that surrounds,
  Listening carefully to each and every sound.
  Maybe mother nature will rebound,
  Allow for just a few people to be around.

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