three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.
SKEPTICAL THOUGHTS UNDERMINE VERBAL WARMTH
as offered aloud from masculine parted lips.
When brain doubts unexpectedly burst forth,
ensure same feminine brain shreds them to strips.
MOONLIT NIGHTS OBSERVE POTENTIALLY QUED
magic often downward fracture and fall apart
when a man’s truth isn’t evidentially clued
to a willing and attentive sweetheart.
AMPLE BAFFLED COUPLES DECLINE EMBRACE
if one is not genuinely enthused.
When qualms clearly show on one’s face,
the other’s face soon appears confused.
ENTICING, FOXY GALS HARKEN INTEREST
and good-looking men embolden heartbeats
so that when neither is indifferent
romance may take a stroll down High Street.
Someone help me find the clued
When did we all start to lose
Compassion for our fellow man
When did humanity ban
Care and kindness for all folks
It is not a game or jokes
That the one thing we all need
To help us all succeed
In creating loving hearts
Was taken away and torn apart
By a force so dark and deep
It's getting much harder to keep
This whole world from breaking down
Please tell me who is the clown
That started this hateful rant
Leaving us all on a slant
We will all fall off one day
If we don not find a way
To pick everyone up straight
I'm praying its not too late
To fix this problem we've created
That left our world darkly shaded
The forest was in awe of the newcomer
She was a faerie type we had never seen
Being nocturnal, owls missed it, being asleep
Oaks were stretching their necks to get a peek
What is she? A princess? A faerie? A beauty for sure.
The unicorn is being led by her, and unicorns are pure.
We watched her advance, and a willow clued us in.
She is a unicorn fern walker, wise willow whispered in the din.
We had heard of such creatures but had never seen one before.
They made their way softly, barely crunching the stuff on the forest floor.
Where are they going? We asked, hoping she would stop to chat.
Both creatures disappeared without warning, right after that.
Like art, hope is the cradle of life
with zeal, this cruel world
from frustration, our haunting zones
ours' are tormenting chapters untold
when tomorrow has nothing to offer
while soothing music shadow all the misery
And alarmingly ours to perish
mother nature's angry fumes
her rage great and highly infectious
without hope, fading of tomorrow's blossom
despair in rise....clued
into tomorrow's uncertainty
such haunting, I reluctantly quit
In finality, my pen bleeds
I shall feign the smile...you perport
as I ponder of a blank future, I dare quit
Haggard, and tear-lined the face
Behind the face
Of whom, unseen, behind them
Pull a care-weight.
In not letting others be
Clued into it
In a brave life-walk, one form
Of courage, rate.
The nerd invented a special chip
His co-workers called him a clueless dip
But the chip took-off
Which gave them a cough
Now they're staying clued to his hip
*Image of Ski & Snow by Pixabay.
Calling All Non-Skiers
All my friends love to ski
so we went to this town
was the best all-around
I did wish they'd clued me.
RhymeScheme: abba
2021 August 20
Eirene, Greek’s Goddess of Peace, is watching the earth closely.
Twenty-twenty
A year the earth needs more love and unity since 1918.
They are so divided! She tells the other Goddesses. What else can
I do for them?
Let’s merge the angels, the spirit guides, the power animals. Let’s call everybody.
Mars, Roman’s God of War, heard their plan, and knew he had to destroy it.
He had been enjoying the pandemic, the marches, the riots, burnings and divisiveness.
So he enlisted the help of others who were on his side, and they decided to kidnap
Eirene and her followers, and lock them up for as long as it took to completely destroy
the love people on earth had for each other.
But first, they had to burn up California, for he had just begun that quest, and his pyromaniac
side could not tear itself away from those wild fires.
In the meantime, Eirene was warned of his plan, and clued in the Amazon Women.
I hope he comes, they said. We will be waiting.
My uncle is married to Brandie -
A nympho who’s frequently randy
If she’s in the mood
He’s no chance of food ...
Their dining table comes in handy!
My uncle he dresses so dapper
Whilst Brandie resembles a slapper
Tight tops plunge so low
Huge boobies on show
Their neighbours wife sure wants to slap her
The neighbour’s husband has now clued
That Brandie sunbathes in the nude
He’ll climbs up his stairs
And views all she bares
To 'bird watching' he is now glued!
Part 1 written for Tania's contest but i couldnt resist extending the poem
08/30/20
To Timothy Lee, My Tim
The soulful whisper of love’s promise bore an
enthused mood when it softly clued me love assured.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak
soothing assurances I innocently absorbed as honest
but I was only nine when those promise words occurred.
Decades hence, I have ridden attractions to passions
that proved to be romantic cons dressed in love’s
fashions. Such snagged me in years of love commitment
stress battles that dysfunction ultimately throttled. I was
left with only brutal pains, numb dreams and traumatic
regrets as darkly grey stretched by threats of lonely.
Then came your engaging grin and blue-eyed smile.
Any thought of charade vanished when you displayed
such a steadfast pursuit that my cynical came loose.
Our soul’s mirrored love has long shown soulmate impacts
as proof love’s whispered promise was truth, solidly exact.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak -
'he will have a three-letter name' - I never forgot that share.
by Wayne Wysocki
I live in a place called Oblivion,
Its location matters not;
You'll not recall or think at all
Of this forgotten spot.
But this is where you left me
When you and I were done,
And here I dwell, an empty shell,
While are you having fun.
I know your frequent fancies
Should have clued me from the start
How easily your love for me
Would vanish from your heart.
Donald Trump
Donald J. Trump
chief executive chump
still not clued in
for his love of Putin
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OMO in the windows
On Coronation Street
Clued the milkman and the postman
Would be welcomed with a treat
Those days are long forgotten
Because the Tide has changed
The Milkman's gone forever
And our postman is deranged
Someone help me find the clued
When did we all start to lose
Compassion for our fellow man
When did humanity ban
Care and kindness for all folks
It is not a game or jokes
That the one thing we all need
To help us all succeed
In creating loving hearts
Was taken away and torn apart
By a force so dark and deep
It's getting much harder to keep
This whole world from breaking down
Please tell me who is the clown
That started this hateful rant
Leaving us all on a slant
We will all fall off one day
If we don not find a way
To pick everyone up straight
I'm praying its not too late
To fix this problem we've created
That left our world darkly shaded
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