Butterfly, fly away.
little lost.
A lot of lost,
either way you spin it I'm spun.
Alarm bell ringing, nervous twitch persists.
Deliriously strange encounters in the mirrors, seeing thoughts obscured in furrows and crypts.
A terrible person with good intentions,
forever flawed intermixing such a hopeless hallelujah.
As a kid, wishing for the world, not realizing the weight it carried
hunchback
Replaying tracks, favorite songs begin to scare me.
To emit no evil is to live on time.
A sojourner journaling to his past and future sublime
existing by the miracle that is God.
I'm twisted, starved, and revoltingly stunted,
blacksheeped, scape-goated, and litter-runted.
That's the brimstone pit and nightmare waste
from which emerged my delectable taste.
I have no interest in straightened teeth.
Don't show me a stone. I want what's underneath,
flat and squirming with plenty of legs,
miniscule monsters, hatched from eggs.
Your giggling voice that says, "You're weird"
is attached to brains once commandeered
by representatives of a safe community
unsettled by my unique pathology,
who told you wrongly, you'd never be found
writhing deliriously on forsaken ground,
where you and me would intertwine,
not far from the highway sign -
isn't it divine?
Even the irrational, of a child,
running for cover, losing
board game, but especially
in his smile, hug, snowball-kisses.
The rolled-out dough,
cookie cutters,
little fingers sprinkling sugar.
Joyful stomping
of rainwater and mud,
dripping onto a sparkling floor.
Wiggly worms and dandelions
pulled from his short pocket.
The scuffed up pants
as he deliriously slides
into home base,
and the other way around,
as he zealously shouts,
“You’re out!”
Cleaned-up, tucked-in, fast asleep -
the simplicity of an angel.
it had been full of bliss until her God advised complete independence
deliriously happy until mysterious ways entered her prayers and search
stripped naked the sheets smell strange without perfume and pheromones
what it leaves is a curious taste of liberation freedom choices and challenges
one being to find out the delusion of past present and uncertain future
1st place
B ring on this saucy Mexican flavor
E ach mouthful an epicurean delight;
E nticing the palate with slivers of meat
F ingers tap on salsa... hot as summer flame--
Y ielding to tacos' sun- toasted warmth.
Trails of cream cheese, onions drip on top
A nother round zings mouths with delight
C rusty. Creamy. Calorific crazy, and yet--
O ver goblets of Merlot, we deliriously toast
S unday's garden spree whirling into a fiesta !
Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
Some days, I suffer enraptured
No scornful arrow can reach so high
Flappy angels think me a spy
For what reason, why?
Is it wrong to be this happy before I die
Or should I just watch life pass me by
Too deliriously sad to offer a smile?
They just flapped and stared a while
Unable to reconcile
Then flew away
With aught more to say
But now I'm sad
And sinking fast
And maybe even a bit mad
That angels, or anyone, could think that way
And how I let them ruin my day:
Giving their flappy opinions-
Too much sway
Oh, well-
At least I've shattered dreams-
And bills to pay!
What was I so happy for anyway?!
I've got a headache
I think I'll find a place to lay
Or go jump in a lake
I bet those flappy wings were fake
And those halos: wire and 'Papier-Mâché'
Speedster ranks fully stocked
The Barmy Army's flocked
Baz Ball glock fully cocked
BUT
Hilariously knocked vicariously docked
Variously rocked nefariously socked
Tell still reeling from feeling shell shocked
SO
Even with the WACA's gates locked
Snazzy Baz jazz's been blocked
Ben's men buzz has been mocked
WHY
Travis seriously deliriously peacocked!
I gaze at sun drenched mists
deliriously stunned
by rippling echos of
wistful sand dune swirl grains
where spring flames shed twilight
on love’s quaint misty shore
Yeah, I know ~ my poetic output contains a fair bit of junk.
But then ~ even God created something called a skunk.
In the works of all unparalleled thinkers,
you can expect quite a few stinkers.
Most attempts at art never attain great heights ~
most just immediately go ~ kerplunk.
I don't take myself too seriously.
If ever I did, it was only deliriously.
I'm a straight, middle of the road kinda guy,
with an IQ neither too low ~ nor too high.
And as to whether I'll ever do anything significant in my life ~
please stand by.
Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..
About alternative attitudes..generations..
Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..
Venerate mandarins sins..
Generate pernicious vicissitudes
Vicious avaricious machinations..
Celebrate nations chagrin…
Pander to propaganda spin..
AI garlanded reputations..
Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..
Kiss or diss..the abyss
Hiss of mis-information bliss..
Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..
Well got egregious prior & previous..
SO
Whatever your hue or world view..
We know what's wrong..doesn't belong
Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..
The meme..prime time you probably knew..
The Force..of course..
Is also seriously strong in you..
deliriously falling in love
believing in God from above
the miracle of a newborn cry
the blue colour of the sky
hands that are old and wrinkled
the glow of fireflies that twinkled
baked chocolate cookies still warm
the sound of thunderstorm
the magnificent shade from the towering trees
prayers and the peace I feel when on my knees
the unwavering loyalty of man’s best friend
living each day until my life comes to an end
A trellis of leaves flutters so naturally,
reams hanging free… timeless in a swirl
on the curving breasts of night. And they dance,
prance without restraint
onto altitudes of orbital light,
glistening through their
russet-gold flesh…
Somehow, these leaflets enter into my
dazzled world as if to murmur:
“We are here, but not for a long, my dear
so you must learn our celestial song ,
unfurl your wings across melodious rivers--
come dance with us ,your beauty fills…”
And my hips jut out like a riot
of dragonflies, butterflies, fireflies
towards the same aurora, draped
in a voile-skirt's embrace; my
arms and limbs circling in shapes unknown...mysterious
as autumn's moonlit croon,
while leaves flicker into a hushed
tempo of nightfall's revelry,
deliriously untame..
Sheep with attitude did the cha cha cha
I am kidding actually, you know that Ma.
These two arrogant ninnies take themselves too seriously
Their faces are always staid and staunch, I said deliriously.
They tromp around the barnyard showing off.
Ignoring the chickens and the goat’s loud cough.
We call them names behind their back.
Like persnickety, prissy, dullards off the rack.
Stuck up and arrogant, they shake their feet.
Being around these two is no delight or treat.
Sheep with attitude dress in ridiculous clothes.
Where do they get them? Only the affected rooster knows.
Yesterday as I sat in the Mall having a cup of coffee
Two young ladies came and sat next to me.
Both were well-dressed, and I thought they were friends.
The oldest one of them had bought two cream cakes
A coffee and a green smoothie.
The younger of them started to clap her hands and laugh loudly,
She looked deliriously happy and kept on laughing and clapping her hands.
Then I noticed a badge on her jacket that said she lived in a special
care home and was shopping in the Mall with her carer for the day.
She was carrying a neatly folded plastic bag full of
different coloured flower heads she had picked herself
before shopping. When I finished my coffee, I said bye-bye and said
it looked like she was having a lovely day.
Wreathed in smiles and pure joy, she opened the plastic bag and
presented me with one of her lovely flower heads.
A simple gesture that melted my heart, filling it with joy and
happiness.
I am fortunate to have encountered such a sweet, innocent soul who
shared her joy and flowers with everyone she met.
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