Chamois soft and diamond strong
kitten cute and tigress tough.
Childlike as a robin's song
and yet complex, strangely enough.
With you gone I always get antsy,
out of sorts and not-so-jingly.
With you here I feel romancey,
dancy, spry, and neck-hair-tingly.
The prize of your eyes a daily surprise
into their liquid grace I'm gazing.
You truly make our love lovely
and life's twisting maze amazing.
Like the fresh air a cool spring rain gave,
like a soak in a tension-soothing spa,
like spray from a warm Caribbean wave
you leave me in total ahhh.
// Celebrating Janet, my best friend and bride of 39 years //
Categories:
chamois, anniversary, love, marriage, wife,
Form: Rhyme
settling in forests
deer* and doe freely flourish...
soon, their antlers nailed
*Deuteronomy 14:5 The hart, and the roebuck, and the fallow deer, and the wild goat, and the pygarg, and the wild ox, and the chamois.
April 11, 2022
4th place, "Wild Animal Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 4/18/2022.
Categories:
chamois, animal, truth,
Form: Haiku
Steep slate slopes glow in autumn gold
Below jagged white aretes.
Strong young men hunt among the crags
Pursuing choice chamois and deer.
Valley maids harvest purple grapes.
Laughing children mash-dance in vats.
Women stir yeast to set the brew
And lid and cork some oaken casks.
Auld men rest warm on terrace slates
Of a sunlit vine-wrapped arbor,
Slowly sipping first blush vintage,
Telling tales of mighty hunts.
Bright eyes eager for fontina
Laughter and motsetta slices,
Raising glasses filled with Syrah
To toss their years a grand hurrah.
Their hearts are on the mountain highs,
But sunset colors paint their eyes.
Categories:
chamois, age, children, emotions, food,
Form: Free verse
I grope gossips
and chamois if chargrin
and sense like there is forlorn
and there is gruff and chide
oh! if love be a centre
of human life and existence
why call for cracks and grudges?
why profane like a night waves?
can it behold to make excuses?
to haunt and hallow ever?
what contagion is a nightmare contempt?
what conspiracy and blue contest?
what went wrong last blue?
or could it be a factor of woe or foe?
or still it be contemporary air to so rely?
to seize and hold , ay! to damage?
oh! Broker tell me when love
has tis become flame?
that thou is blind to reason
at least to answer imagination
suppose there is a trick
like there is a supposition
suppose there is false
and implication to act
now, tell me the leaving
the unimpaired or the unsuspected for get
thanks be to process of law
for it could never allow
supposed
so is a problem of a
poised.
Categories:
chamois, love,
Form: Ode
Sunday driver,
with leather driving gloves at 10 to 2 upon the wheel.
Walnut dashboard polished bright, with wife bedside in Sunday hat,
both Singing Something Simple, a lazy Sunday feel.
Going nowhere in a hurry, two children in the back
all spying with their little eyes something high and something blue,
and beginning with an S, a really easy clue.
Sunday driver,
with bonnet chamois-washed and cleaned of birdy dirt,
and body shined with wax, irritating those behind,
only two cars tailing back who would really like drive
just a little faster on their lazy Sunday track.
There are no Sunday drivers now, three cars in a row.
There are no Sunday drivers, dressed in their Sunday best,
with cleaned and combed quiet children, two children both in tow.
For every day is driven, and Sunday is not blessed.
Yes, every day is driven, there is no Sabbath rest.
Categories:
chamois, car, children, father, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Sunday Drive
It was a Sunday drive,
High on the Kiamichi trail,
When an overlook was spied,
And out of the car we bailed.
(The sun danced low
On purple evening hills)
I looked down at the green valley,
Curls of evening meat scents
Wafted from stone pits of fire,
Amid postage stamp crops and tents.
(Wondered did I if the insect sized
People were looking up at our road.)
As I raised my gaze, an Indian maiden
Stood beside me smiling
In her long braided blue-black hair,
Her chamois beaded dress, most beguiling.
(And I asked her if she was an apparition,
But no answer was forthcoming.)
We lingered long at the outlook,
And I looked down one last time,
When my awe-filled eyes did finally arise,
The Indian lady was gone, and I
Was left with one long eagle feather
Cradled In my arm.
Categories:
chamois, mystery, native american,
Form: Rhyme
corroded remnants effervesce content through chamois buffed memories
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nancy Jones
9/8/11
Write it in one line, Please
Categories:
chamois, happiness,
Form: Monoku
Sleep number sixty-five,
get a set of Ginsu knives.
One hundred fifty all time hits,
a rowing machine to make you fit.
An amazing chamois to dry your car,
a GPS to tell you how far.
A contour belt to tighten your abs,
a portable treadmill melt away flab.
We'll teach you to buy a foreclosed home,
buy a new phone for wherever you roam.
You can buy a coin, straight from the mint,
even a brush,for removing the lint.
You can buy a new vacuum,for cleaning the floor,
or another machine to open your door.
Buy an electric wheelchair, to get you around,
or a tiny new radio with stereo sound.
You can get all the things you want today,
right off the T.V. that's what they say.
Just pull out your VISA, for your payments times three,
We'll deliver your stuff, wherever you be.
Infomercials !
Categories:
chamois, funny
Form: Rhyme