Always thought God's an odd bod
Untruths like hoofs stuck in a clod
Over us aloof just run roughshod
So don't give love above the nod
No proof where Angels ever trod
More encores from the laws of sod
Each church on a perch made a wad
Will besmirch then constantly prod
Tribal bible merch from God squad
Us all in the lurch bait on their rod
We're all just peas in the same pod
No merry on sherry on vicar's quad
Fickle like feather tickle of Ken Dodd
As through the strife of life we plod
Always been more rocker than mod
But still we are all carriers of the hod
As yes ultimately we're all on our tod
Because yes confess there is no God
Speaking of Sedoka 5-28-26 Nette Onclaud
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Sedoka Dead End
faded street signs point
into overgrown byways
unlit blind alley encores
cryptic curlicues
chant beats of new directions
my heart seeks for sacred roads
Encores & guffaws .. sure you get more twinkle as you do get older
Be a jester...don't let anything pester..smoulder..floor or fester
Show jeers..fears..tears..sneers the door..that scolder colder shoulder
Sly minx..kinks & sky high jinx.. rafter of laughter from yesteryear's folder
Winks me thinks.. blink and guy on the brink.. dafter.. few too many drinks
Rascal sprinkle now a sparkle after each superfly debacle.. appears a bit bolder
body ails yet spirit soars
heart thriving on bliss encores
thus there’s nothing to be done
since we are with God’s breath one
Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…
Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...
Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..
Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...
Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..
Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...
Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...
Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...
Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…
Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..
Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..
Middle class mowed manicured marvels..
Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....
Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs
Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..
The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...
A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..
An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..
Steep streams -
Deep dreams
Splashing
Crashing
Rumbling
Tumbling
Wending
Ending
Cascade
Displayed
Yon roars’
Encores
Last acts have already been performed.
Death is on stage,
it has already taken several encores -
now the audience is leaving.
We actors are departing also,
the Light has come,
each player is taking a path of their own,
to a different idea of heaven.
For there are many ways to write a script,
and many more theater Houses
in our Fathers Kingdom.
Treasury of candles
imagined reawakening the exemplars who campaigns
their coalescing.
Prayer resurrecting
unkept promises that fault mistiness veils of affections
deeply confessed.
Sweetly progressed
a sinless tinkering of ifs and or buts, realizing an
overdue quietus.
Deja vu changes us,
with sweeping preparations from make-ups to do-overs and cuts to
that's a wrap.
Formats gap
of not to be awry and to prefer an alternate perspective as the
dreamer awakes.
Ducks and drakes
in the ability for the agile to skim and glide the distance o'er the calm and become a
better person.
Go-getter version
had manifested itself as what should have been astir than wallowing in a
festering hole.
Measuring goal
as proclivities satisfy a wandering wonder discerning remote hopes dwelt in the sun's
resplendent beacon.
Transcendent reason
a Q & A session obliging the past and the present on a road less traveled amidst
outright amnesty.
Torchlight family,
emblem of enlightenment and hope for generations--encores,
Messiah of Handel's.
Mundane daily chores
beg us for encores
but we’re in a trance,
feeling bliss beats prance.
Our vaporised self
dances by itself
to the cosmic drum,
music of spheres strum.
In form, here, now, this,
purrs rapturous bliss
as we choose to burn
in our body urn.
Heightens our delight
beholding God’s light,
that becomes our own,
within heart, home grown.
17-September-2022
I’m considering becoming a circus clown
For clowns bring joy to others, it seems,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
In the winter I will wear a velvet gown
From a lectern I’ll share my wildest dreams
I am considering becoming a circus clown.
Folks will ask me to entertain all around
My specialty will be inventing schemes,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
For effect, I will sport a perpetual frown
I shall wear the baggiest of denim jeans
I am considering becoming a circus clown.
As a gag, I’ll make a meaningless sound
People will ask me what that noise means
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
For encores, I’ll say things most profound
While perfecting my entertaining routines
I am considering becoming a circus clown,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.
Written August 22, 2022
You need hope
4 walls around you
Maslow’s hierachy of needs
To look up at
She had played two encores
Was the show over?
Standing with her back toward us, tuning her guitar
Black top and jeans, steel on her middle finger
The next-door table got quiet
When she started to play
You couldn’t hear a pin drop
But not a beer was sold
It was like a pat on your back
Like a kiss on the mouth
It was like a kick in the ass
Toe-curling fireworks
The couple who had been arguing
Now held hands, under the table
The song was high up, and low down
The ending was like an ******
You need hope
That song brought me hope
The next band
Hopeless
crowded poppy field cover the trenches
red crowns hide bone meal and sculls
abundance disfigures the pain
and yet Field Marshall and Tambourine Major
demand endless encores
as if another take would enhance the applause
while puppets on war strings scatter engraved
on tombstones and grief devastated and soulless
march on and paint the white flag with blood
because innocence is not for the fainthearted
honour and glory will grant you a medal
for posterity to cherish instead of your smile
the markets will take stock and wrap human remains
in balance sheets for you are merely
a number on ledgers and history’s accounts
a fallen hero on somebody else’s sword
25th March 2021
Inhale ballets of swaying spring fragrance.
Perfumery leaps upon warm breezes,
swirling her into spingtide's guided dance~
gentle caresses, romantic teases.
Soars of bird encores sing, fresh wings flapping,
zephyr of evergreen upon each waft.
Redemption and love's lungs overlapping
sun brushed breath of lilac floating aloft.
Youth of spring rejuvenates, green abounds!
Ahh, fresh grass clipping whiffs sift through warm air.
Hugging beauty's arbor, sweetness surrounds;
climbing roses and wisteria flair.
Lilies and tulips lean into a kiss.
Breath of spring welcoming aroma's bliss!
3-12-2021
He left her alone went to work daily,
he worked as a clerk at the old bailey,
but he was gay and loved his boss,
and he did not give her a toss,
cheated on her to carry on gayly!
She knew husband did not love her at all,
she waited for handsome postman to call,
she greeted her love at the door,
she made love to him on the floor,
then several encores in great big hall!
5th placement
Two Limericks- Let’s have some fun poetry contest
Tania Kitchin
Written 01/March/2021
10,10,8, 8,10
10,10, 8,8,10
checked at syllablecount.com
They had open mike night at the Comedy Coffin Club.
Grandma came to watch Clarabelle, but Clarabelle held back.
So Grandma ran right up onto the stage and began her set.
Clarabelle could not believe the crowd’s reaction to this
toothless old woman who did not hold anything back.
She was hilarious, and the club fell apart in her lap.
They called her back to the stage three times for encores.
Go on up! Clarabelle’s kin said to Clarabelle.
She ran away, screaming, because there was no way
she could follow that act.
It would be like trying to follow
Jimmy Lee Lewis after he set the piano on fire.
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