Green snail discovered the tiny robot lost in the grass.
The only other who had spoken was a deep water bass.
Hop on, and I will take you to your people snail told him.
The robot was shy, but decided to do it on a little whim.
The robot was glad for a ride that never seemed to be over.
At this rate how long would it be to get back to Planet Dover?
Feeling less lonely and afraid, robot did wish snail was faster.
I don’t know where Dover is, snail admitted. Want to see the master?
The master was an owl who said he could get him as high as a tree.
Where robot sat for centuries, waiting for his alien space ship to see…
But they did not come, and he wished he was back with the green snail.
He did not like this earth where people only came outside for the mail.
A Weimaraner residing in Dover
is this summer’s most delightful rover
He’ll swim and he’ll play
on Delaware Bay
having a blast ‘till the day is over
Penelope could touch her toes
And quickly would assume that pose
But everyone knows
It isn't her toes
That beckons to so many beaux!
The wind blew so hard, I fell out of my tree
Not literally my friends, but I did start to pee
Inspired “Yellow Waterfall” by I. P. Dover
A bestseller the whole damn world over
Back to the blow, sure had to duck some debris
Cliffs of Dover Horn Haiku
This is kind of about North Korea.
Play death on demand
Thing is getting out of hand
And was poorly planned.
His name was Say Who
Accepted their point of view
Was killed that is true.
So who may be next?
Causing us to be perplexed
Sent message of text.
North has no clover
So should do a flyover
But Cliffs of Dover?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and Soothsayer
There once was a
lady from Dover,
that wasnt good in
kissing her lover.
She bite him so hard
like futurless bard.
He later pursued her
to Dover.
In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices
We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love
We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth
Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”
In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes
To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear
Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”
10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement
Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
Melting away this earth-stone base
Atop which rests the sky
Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
Beneath the white gulls crying
And the moon-tides dying
I am alone, by choice you see.
No time for romance, it just isn't me.
Or, maybe it's pain...that I don't long to feel,
that keeps me alone, and afraid to feel.
I look at a couple and sometimes think,
I used to have that, but now it's history.
I open my eyes as if from a dream..I'm another year older..and time is passing
me.
A Lonely Dove I am and may forever me, but I am surrounded by color's and
that's enough for me.