Note-We live and learn. My first entry in Andrea's contest missed the boat for failing to use a fictitious character and a rhyming word. You see, at times, my boat is a speedboat---that is filled with inattention, clumsiness, and lack of knowledge of the rules. But after reading the winners' list, I got the hang of how to do a clerihew. Yeah! I'm happy. I found a lifeboat.
A mischievous kid, this Huckleberry Finn
His moral compass pointed to a major sin
For helping his friend Joe escape slavery
Society at the time looked at him as unsavory
1/13/26
connie pachecho
While walking to school
I was thinking about last weekend
- it was great. we did nothing -
and I stumbled on uneven pavement
it was a trip down memory lane
I was wearing a dress and I skinned my left knee badly
Charles, walking with me, grimaced at the blood
- which almost made me laugh
he wanted to call a car but I doughtily soldiered on,
scraped, bleeding and cursing my own clumsiness
If people noticed they didn’t point, stare
or barf at the grizzly sight
at school, I went straight to the ladies,
and washed it with soap and water
sticking pieces of toilet paper to the worst of it
to stop the bleeding and then limping to class
in emergency medicine, that toilet paper
would be called an ‘immediately sterile’ cover.
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Songs for this:
Walk Like an Egyptian - The Bangles
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Each year I made a Christmas playlist.
If you like Christmas tunes, please enjoy the Christmas feels!
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_35.mp3
Happy Holidays Everyone!
Igneous rocks moltened, crystallized, solidified
rising towards the surface like a hot furnace
Volcanic activity of the soul, conundrum of the heart
rule out the mind and the body facilitates, erupts !
One transformative honest experience and we
arrive at a gestalt moment of truth, we are
both energies, ... "explosive and implosive"
filled with adroitness and clumsiness alike
Profound changes in ones individual essence
can be an awakening of great disturbance
Within the ring of fire, boundaries co-exist
illumination is feasible if it is undeniable !
Magnetic moments in the soul reinforced
through our dreams, hopes, and fears....
Owning both destructive and creative powers
our souls do make choices each and every day
Both volcanoes and souls contain openings
and when the day of reckoning is near
we either choose to lay dormant or explode
it all depends upon our soul's barcode...
A beast named Gavin Godzilla
Liked a girl named Priscilla.
The issue was that he was a klutz
And it drove everyone nuts.
He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla.
He broke everything that he touched
And accidentally smutched.
He tripped on his feet
And tried to retreat
Because he felt ashamed and blushed.
Gavin came to Priscilla one day and said,
“I know I’m clumsy and have a big head
But I like you a lot.
To live without you, I cannot.
Will you please be mine?” He pled.
Priscilla was delighted and squealed a big yes
But there was a catch that she addressed.
“To help with your clumsiness” and with a snap,
She put on Gavin a ton of bubble wrap!
They still loved each other nonetheless.
Let me see again, begged Bartimeus, son of Thimeus.
Though he could once, his life soon got into a clumsiness.
He could not see the world, which he saw once and liked so much.
He could, now, feel it only with his ambiguous touch.
Did you only give him the sight to see this pretty world?
Did you give him the insight into himself that was whirled?
Losing his sight, he had lost the values the world once gave.
Paths of faith and discipleship into his life you paved.
It's not mere mending of sight but conscience and consciousness.
With a new sight, he was reborn out of unconsciousness.
From an outcast, he became the native of the kingdom.
From ignorance he, like a seeker, moved towards wisdom.
He surrendered his fear. You led him to the path of glee.
From his dependence, you led him to a life that was free.
True love?
There is something I want to tell you
the audience I can't see hidden in
the shadow land
I write for you and speak silently
cosmic loneliness, unable to reach out
to touch and to feel
There are not many of you, my
fear of so many rejections make
fun of my clumsiness, not having
an elegant pen
I escape into my attic room
Dreams emerge and fade away
I know she exists, and one day,
I will tell her
I love you and sound banal
Let me dream dreams keep me sane
to endure my pedestrian life
the silent tern
in Finland's forest
speaks of love
“All the world's knowledge is now at our fingertips. But the same technology is robbing us of interpersonal relationships and deeper insights.” - By Poet
I stretched my cupped hands,
To hold the manna dropped from above.
Through the gap between my fingers,
Much of it leaked away.
I deeply regretted my clumsiness,
For wasting what I could have saved,
As every drop of it being so precious.
But soon I got over my remorse,
As, I saw a dog licking it up,
Appeasing its gnawing hunger.
Thought of the poor Biblical Lazarus.
Had Dives been extra careful,
Not to drop even a crumb of bread
He would have died of starvation!
As this thought came to me,
A new insight dawned on me.
Letting go off was now easier.
Slowly knew, there was greater pleasure,
In sharing than in hoarding!
For the chance of days
That numbers your ways
Declined every enemies say
To make grace counts today
As we gather celebrating gay
For the update on breath
That rejected raging death
Dating the day of your birth
To this darling sixtieth
I presume is not just my shibboleth
For the grateful heart
You have got from the start
Checking back those that depart
This Earth, though it isn't been smart
But God's mercy that impart
For the time of loneliness
That promotes God awesomeness
When others left you to clumsiness
Defining your unskillfulness
To playing thy rights to emptiness
For the gates that ajar
Of joys in hearts' scar
Shine brilliantly thy star
That orbits earthly Caspar
To present gift out of his reservoir
Every October 13th is for you
Bringing joy out of every blue.
Little Zoom a very white mouse,
who lived in a humongous house,
single and without any spouse;
but he loved Strauss, but he loved Strauss.
Though he tried to learn how to waltz,
always needing some smelling salts,
his clumsiness was not his fault;
had plenty schmaltz, had plenty schmaltz.
One day he received a scooter,
with red wheels it looked like pewter,
on it there was no one cuter;
Waltzing scooter! waltzing scooter!
Now Zooms spins around the big house,
this scooter-waltzing little mouse,
to the enchanting strains of Strauss;
a waltzing mouse, a waltzing mouse.
Elephant skin is bark-like and rough,
advanced to a crisp, leathery tough.
The great Milky Way could not be so large,
nor so grey as the elephant’s muscular trunk
with aged-to-stone sinew—a supple, flannel hunk.
The overcast skies toss a dullness on the day -
somber and muted like the grey in the way
of the elephant—its color worn unconsciously,
innocuously, and steadfastly. There is a mythos
about elephants that depicts them as ponderously,
lumbering mammoths, hulking and bulky as a brand-
spanking, new heavy-weight, woolen sweater —yet
they are most agile and keen creatures whose
clumsiness is widely over-stated and over rated.
For intelligence, communication skills, and memory
they cannot be bested – fascinating creatures, the elephants.
Hear Santa sneaking through your house.
It's him you think is squeaking.
With hips going thump on table sides
as clumsiness goes reeking.
When suddenly you hear the sound
of Santa's stepped on Murphy
That little kitten quick to cry
as Santa's sick with mercy.
When knowing that this clumsy elf
has climbed in through your chimney
With loving nod and flaccid boots
all sure to add to whimsy.
That smiling how it's all for kids
means going about your laughter.
When thinking back to all the times
you turned lights out for after.
Your Fantastical Love:
I donot want such time that will erase the lines of your face
Nor the sound of your heart beat
I donot want my future hubby
To shed his precious tears.
Black horses hooves run
This Will encourage our true pure everlasting love
By their sun shinny black beauty
I donot want such time that will erase the lines of your face
Nor the sound of your heart beat
I am directly talking only with you
with my fantastical love,
I have great imaginations for our bright future
One day I will wake up
In a bed
In a house
Near the forest
Near the water
One day I will wake up
With you by my side
You will smile at me
Kiss me
Make me breakfast
Play with our children
Laugh at my clumsiness
Hold my hand while we watch tv
Put our children to bed
Sing them lullabies
Kiss me goodnight
And tell me endless stories
That I will giggle at
You will hold me
Till I fall asleep
You will smell my hair
And feel like
The luckiest man in the world
But until that day
I will wait for you to realize
That I can make you
The luckiest man in the world
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Falling leaves dance their last waltz
Ravishing hues of reds oranges and golds
Indulge with me in this wonderland
Sacrificing reminiscences of summer fun
Kingdom to those who relish in the moment
Yearning to be one with life in all its glory
Absolute bliss as we walk hand in hand
Utterly at peace with the brisk autumn air
Tantalizing scents of crisp earthiness
Ushering in a foretaste of wintry delights
Magical brittle notes beneath our feet
Nocturnal luminescence flickering
Dropping behind not keeping the pace
Apology for sudden awkward clumsiness
Zealously choreographing maneuvers
Engagement ring in hand down on one knee
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 27, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE S sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Elaborate me through your fields
Thorny planks of melting teals
Grey as a thunder under blue
Dry me upon the full moons
Quench me at the brink fulls
Then cast me down again
Crawly I move reaching you
Throughly I hinder your muse
Reinvoke your coats under pink
Recall every gesture of my drink
And I drink again
Every step I take alone
I witness your tear
At every prone I fade
At every whim I struggle to retake
Pitting me by whole at the stake
And I recall my every whim
By glows and sparks when I deem
A reform of a new position feather fall
Every crunch of bittersweet bugly hole
Every fiend by their maze they growl
Stealing stones by their bridge from every troll
I reinvoke your gust under my cloud
Beds of justice as spikey as a spark
Tens of justice as a tinder stark
Pens of clumsiness
Darey dears of a mandate
Neary flows a drop so sweet
Feary tons of tonal just
Dreary dear at my side
So the pink fumes a new side
I flow to form at the opposite fight
I glow to source to recompensing light
To reuse by your drops
With the infinite crops
She calls you up and speaks your name
you change your plans like that
Now you'll never get through
what you started to do
Intentions all squashed flat
She walks in from the bus stop
her feet are soaking wet
In fuzzy slippers, flowered shawl
and burgundy fish nets
Her braided hair is frizzy now
done up black and red
She takes your hand and kisses you
as she pulls you towards the bed
She spills her chocolate milkshake
with a fling of her free arm
Her clumsiness just makes her mad
but it’s all part of her charm
She flits happily about you
like a dainty butterfly
And views the world in wonderment
forever asking why
There’s a playful charm about her
that helps set her apart
She's a beautiful distraction
who's out to win your heart
FOR NATALIE written about my youngest son's girlfriend
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