In the folly of the posh
They would say golly gosh
Or probably just josh
About the white wash
Come out with some tosh
An off their trolley volley
As on the poor they nosh
Already under their cloche
But still they just kibosh
Plunder as migrants squash
Cast asunder by their cosh
AI blunder we cannot quash
Thunder of the slop & slosh
It's sh*t in the pit of mosh
But it is all about the dosh
So bish bash bosh
bonasa umbellus--- "cloak of secrecy"
A warp drive is a theoretical concept that
moves a spacecraft by compressing space
in front of it and expanding space behind
it, creating a "warp bubble"A cloche
french for bell.
The limbs of the hickory wii be fashioned
and forged into a bassoon.
" Hezzah Hoeing"
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Manila Clam Hand Hoe
Clam Hoe/Fork
Solen brevis
sandy-muddy tidal areas.
Other species, such as
Amiantis umbonella
Barbatia decussata
tivela damaoides,
being prominent in
clam feastated areas
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I'm a humble country bumpkin,
comfy in a patch of pumpkins.
Feeling hungry and romancy,
I took her to a restaurant, fancy.
I asked for a microscope so posh,
to see the dish beneath the cloche.
cloche hat with feather
wearer unconcerned with age
red lipstick bleeding.
image by TracyGem Pixabay
A dim light shadows my mind’s ebon fears tonight.
Ivory curtains attempt to shield my sorrow with ease-
I am but a woman longing to be near night, once again.
My mind wears a cloche encompassing me in the
memories I always dreamed I’d one day forget.
Now I am a willow weeping with grief’s oil lamp.
For I am stuck in pebbles from a mount that
crave remorse… behind a PANE of night’s PAIN.
Photo #2
May 7th, 2019
Eve Roper
My wooden dappled rocking horse
Chomping at the bit
Eyes deranged with fearsome fire
Does make my stomach flit
And whilst we race
At perfect pace
Within the purple yonder
No time to sit on laurels dear
Blow dandelions nor ponder
In hot pursuit
And silver soup
Carrots golden tempt refined
Forgetting where from whence they came
(So pitifully mined)
Past burnt glades
And auburn maids
All leaning at the fence
Smiling cheering so enthusiastic
Glorious pretence
The finish line is not yet raised
Nor shall it be
If ever
So I'll just smile and veer off course
And stroke a peacock feather
For in it's eye
Down to it's base
Generous shades to bring a smile
Hues of horizons past and fore
To relish for a while
Once I de board my rocking horse
And accept what is my fate
Mushy peas and stodgy pie
Upon a paper plate
My cloche has stains
Yet it remains
Firmly on my head
Whist ladybirds move in deceived
As they are born and bread
A spotted array
On golden hay
Smiles at nought at all
Just tinkers on dreams of better things
Wishing....
That is all
(please note the rocking horse represents my sense of urgency when i was younger to achieve something... anything)
There are no words to describe how i feel inside,
so much has happened that i feel like i been hit by a tide.
I can feel how my heart starts to darken more and more,
I can feel my heart being wrapped in a dark cloche, but what for?
I try to cry it out, but no tears would fall,
I try to yell it out but no voice would call.
The depression inside this heart wants to explode,
but i am afraid that if it does a lot of people might get hurt.
Speaking out the last words of a human hurts to the core,
giving up and ending everything i just want it more and more.
My Last Cry, everyone will hear,
because i have cried my last and only tear.
I will leave with a mark that will tell people that i lived a good life,
good only to my eyes, because to others a beast life is pointless.
So i am sorry my friend but my breath has gone clean out of me,
I wish there was just some way that i could show you so you can see.
This is far to hard to do, just to let everything go and forget about everything,
but don't forget, this is My Last Cry, so I'll try anything.
Goodbye my one and only, Goodbye my sweet sweet ......
PS: This is not a suicidal note.
The Docent at the Zoo
The docent in the peach cloche hat
leads the rest of us
around the rhino into better light.
She leads us to the guardrail
at the supper hour to watch
the keeper reach inside
the large glass case.
The docent wants us all to see the rat
delight the python.
Donal Mahoney
Peach Cloche Hat
At the zoo
the lady in the peach cloche hat
leads the rest of us
around the rhino into better light.
She leads us to the guardrail
at the dinner hour
to watch
the keeper reach inside
the large glass case.
She wants us all
to see the rat
delight the python.
Donal Mahoney
At the Zoo
The lady in the peach cloche hat
leads the rest of us
around the rhino into better light.
She leads us to the guardrail
at the supper hour to watch
the keeper reach inside
the large glass case.
She wants us all to watch the rat
delight the python.
Donal Mahoney
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