bitty birds jig and flitter
they don’t care
much
they don’t hole up to wait it out
but dive in and out
of the rain
bounce breezily
small flocks feather fluff
preen
hop and skip along
they don’t miss a thing
as they wick away drip-drops
we could
we should stop to watch them
but it’s raining too hard
and wet running eyes
will not look
no
not even for a moment
Wrapped of what is luxurious
Befits a beach resort;
For its chiffon's
Fine sensations;
Wearing this coolness as one does.
Breezily flung of whom
As Sea Goddess
Is sought. To bless!
angry antelopes allowing ants access
bashful buzzards behaving beautifully
curious calves cavorting in the corn
definitive ducks digesting division
eager elephants eliciting excitement
frenzied freckled frogs freely frolicking
greasy green grubworms groveling and grimacing
harried hyenas hectically hopping hopefully
ignorant iguanas ignoring the implausible
jubilant jackals jiggling jiffy jewelry
kayaking kangaroos kibitzing in Kenya
liberal llamas liberating little Libya
miniscule musical mollusks making merry
nine nervous newts nibbling newtons
orangutangs orchestrating outdated Ohio
pressurized primates providing privacy
quarrelsome quails quizzing quahogs
resurrected roosters receiving riotous relatives
sassy seasoned sea serpents sallying forth in secret
tantalizing tarantulas tasting tree lined treats
understated urchins undoing underwater ugliness
visible vixens vibrating toward victory
wily wise walruses whistling in water wrecks
‘xtraordinary ‘xotic eagles expecting easy eggs
young Yellowstone yaks yelling their youthful truth
zealous zebras zipping breezily through Zanzibar
Green, that enraptured hue scape a blooming quilt,
goodness gracious am I gracious for being that tint,
to loiter breezily amid the luscious woodland habitat,
as this green chameleon spring spree now ubiquitous,
I am that maestro metaphor for wild adornment rife,
whilst trailing pots, urns and archways in deft design,
green hedges, lawns, verges, meadows, trees I bless,
am I that arch victim of my mint leaf fragrant fetish?
a dash of humour surely counts as nuanced shade,
so I’m “GREENING” from ear to ear - could not resist!
my nurse practitioner gives me a stern “mom” look.
When was the last time you had a mammogram?
I think I had one last week, I say breezily.
Really? She looks surprised.
What kind of a doctor is she?
She can’t tell that I am kidding?
I have had this fear.
It started as a rattle.
I would rather not self-diagnose-
worry my afro kinks straight.
I let it pass breezily.
In my room of metaphors
I closed the door, shut
out the attitudes of reality:
Bold, beautiful, young, and restless.
I wasn't mindful of her,
She and you, or us.
Our contact disassembling, just contract...
tempers like daggers over lactose.
"I'm unavailable!?" because you were
penning soliloquies for the stage.
Grasshopper and the ants were having a laid-back day
They did what they wanted, snoozing and snoring away
The meadow was breezily uplifting, sharing her grasses.
I like being here with my friends, the lads and the lasses.
Dandelions are breezily blowing
Perky dots on lilies seem to be saying hi
Spring needs her own adjectives for her feeling
Refreshed, rejuvenated, regenerated, regrown
These are but a start of the emotions of April
None of the other months encourage me to dance
Spring invites me to sing, spin, skip, twirl and twist.
She takes me back to age six and lets me play
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers
absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings;
his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon!
Daises, jasmines and violets are gently lulled
in their wild and lush meadows as it rushes by;
ravens disperse in pervasive fear so unequaled;
what was too calm turns into chaos: a pitiful cry!
Is it nostalgia he clings to, or something else?
That landscape is as vivid as his happy yesterday;
he hears the shrieking horn, its sound is not terse:
crossing the tracks can be fatal in mischievous play!
The adventurous boy climbs the breezily and balmy hills,
and excited by the spectacular view, he begins to hum;
all sonorous canaries start warbling to accompany him:
they echo in the valley below to awaken church bells!
Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
he describes this scenery in an evocative poem;
no tears go to waste, they're precious to him:
it's nighttime, even darkness will grant his boon!
Grasshopper and the ants were having a laid-back day
They did what they wanted, snoozing and snoring away
The meadow was breezily uplifting, sharing her grasses.
I like being here with my friends, the lads and the lasses.
Merrily
fairies tease lyrical tunes
arranged almost airily
Breezily
frolic with wild woodland sprites
dancing through branches of trees
Kisses pressed
with great delight on the ears
of squirrels sleeping in nests
Finally
as the sun rises, they slip
under leaves, sleep peacefully
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This is a Treochair, 3a/7x/7a - kind of like it!
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/treochair-poetic-forms
Back to the beginning,
at the time we were born,
connected with spirit,
till mind-body cravings
began judging merit.
Back to the beginning,
when childlike heart was pure,
we forgave easily,
relinquishing the past,
flowing thus breezily.
Back to the beginning,
in per-puberty years,
we held equal gender
devoid of feral lust,
each heart flutter tender.
Back to the beginning,
when our soul was unsoiled,
we lived in the present;
breath easy and carefree,
heart vibrant and content.
14-September-2022
Carolina wren lifts fluted song
skyward
in a forest spotlight
breezily pitched
like an opera worth staging
a sentiment of joy
its cheeky self
when measuring reserve
a song, over-stuffed
poised cliffhanger
from a winged vagabond
its agile volley of survival
wren
of brisk longing
that peeks through green
that breaks our corset-like indifference
buoyant chatter
that inhabits a small world detachment
choral company to dappled light
diva-like
bound
to the heated stillness of summer
Poem composed July 26/2022
Revised November 11/2022
Doctor Pol is a vet on TV
who resolves calving plights easily!
With his hands, puller tool
and his knowledge to rule-
baby cows are born live- breezily!
April 1, 2022
Contest: On A Lim
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables: 9 9 6 6 9
TV Show: The Incredible Dr. Pol
Nat Geo
Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins.
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