live among beasts, love,
leave my little heart alone ---
I am a human
Categories:
fancies, feelings,
Form: Haiku
faint essence exudes
gentle generosity
I’m swept by your scent
carnival raiment
gorgeously garbed in motley
I’m lost in your charms
following each leaf
landing lightly down below
I’m falling for you
Categories:
fancies, seasons,
Form: Haiku
Fancies be, beauty is real
Its seductive power to feel
And unfading hearts of glee
Protrude amazing love to see.
Your comeliness happy life speaks
And in darkness sparks light.
Song sung in the heavens
In which other angels delight.
Your beauty other sights controls
The goddess of all beauties.
Your frame fluid baths the earth
Your eyes serve like Venus' stars
Your smooth hair's golden template
Your undiluted form of colour
Sweet fragrance, your striking odour:
All's wonderful form of Aphrodite.
The enchantment of your countenance
Deceives not in every case
Lo, you are an angel!
But earth's
Unmatched with any angel unknown
Hence, the angel I know is more beautiful
Than the angel I know not.
Categories:
fancies, 12th grade, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Nut-brown owl nestled in a crooked tree
above the mermaid and jellyfish sea.
Scaly horse & teacup-octopus lads
near the sea-soaked teen; tail thrashes with glee
as her amethyst hair bobs and flows.
Nut-brown owl nestled in a crooked tree;
leafless branches with fantasia-tendrils.
Speckled doe, circumspect and still,
keeps eye on darling-pink faerie and her eglantine esprit—
oft spied nudging toadstools & splish-splashing lily pads.
Nut-brown owl nestled in a crooked tree—
eyes shut, oblivious of the gadabout show.
Steel-eyed doe believes fowl’s not asleep but lazy.
She’s diligent, but unlike the owl, her hearing’s hazy.
Still, champagne-wing’d sweetbriar faerie fancies
the nut-brown owl nestled in a crooked tree.
9/15/2021
Categories:
fancies, bird, fairy, imagery, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Fancies
Hats worn sidesaddle sporting feathers, cornflowers
Whimsy rides in sequins, ribbons and plumes
Small or broad brimmed, laces form floating towers
Swooping pillboxes off to the races clad in blooms
Dedicated to the fanciful hats called Fancies worn at the Kentucky Derby and Royal Ascot Races.
7-14-21
Contest: Flair and Fun
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
fancies, fun,
Form: Quatrain
What is that thing? My husband asked in a persnickety way and not with glee.
I pretended I had no idea he was pointing to my new pal, Poindexter Cat.
Is it a dog? He queried. “It looks like a weird Chihuahua if you ask me.
The best idea I ever had came to me instantly, as cat curled up on the mat.
Yes! I readily agreed, that is a new kind of Chihuahua a magnificent dog!
For my husband is allergic to cats, and would never have agreed to one.
It sure is skinny, he said. Have you fed it? Please note our other pet is a hog.
I gave him some dog biscuits and dog food, I lied. I am dishonest you see.
Its head is so weird, my husband continued. Make it stop looking at me.
Poindexter was glaring at him as if he was the Devil’s right hand man.
He is a curious animal, I told him. Let him be. He wants to see all he can see.
My husband and “Poin” became the best of friends and shared some flan.
They went to the circus, and watched the acrobats and the lion.
Luckily, they were both wearing mask and they were hard of hearing.
I do not need him to know that Poindexter is a cat and I am ly’n.
If he finds out, I will be the one booted out, I am now fearing.
Categories:
fancies, cat,
Form: Rhyme
Farmer Fred fancies, red wine and daisies.
Favorite foods for grazing, steak, potatoes, and gravy.
Finds Spring’s tulips tantalizing, Autumn’s apples amazing.
Looks with wonderment at woods of walnut, oak, and cherry.
Fred finds glory in his morning cup of coffee.
He takes great glee, in his afternoon cup of tea.
Farmer Fred fancies most his faith and his family.
He’s mad about his light of love, a gal by the name of Nancy.
One last fancy I know is true, Fred really loves the red, white and blue.
For I have often heard him say and every night I know he prays,
“God bless the U.S.A.”
Categories:
fancies, america, celebration, faith, family,
Form: Free verse
an orchestrated night glitters
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks
fingered on silver keys
the moon melts like a honey drop
as sopranos sing
in harmony the coyote calls
base notes cajoled by passing horns
meld as cicada rub the reeds
legging each sharped phrase
with intonations of delight
Categories:
fancies, nature, night,
Form: Free verse
I'm sitting alone by the flame,
with lonely heart beating your name.
and thinking, my darling, of you.
I tried to enjoy the dance,
in my new gown, ordered from France.
It enhances my eyes of blue.
But no other arms felt like yours,
and all of my partners were bores.
Only your loving arms will do.
Categories:
fancies, fire,
Form: Verse
When one side is to bless;
The other will have to curse;
While one part is to love;
The other will opt to hate;
When one will have to feed;
The other has to plead;
Two different natures
Beat within; indulge and
She chooses both;
According to her
Whims and fancies
Life moves like that….
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
http://www.williamsji.com
http://www.williamsgeorge.com
Categories:
fancies,
Form: Lyric
I woke up this morning
with the skirmishes of dry land and earth
A glance through my window
and I saw the clouds uniting their crack.
The morning seemed like the late evening
with splashes of lights cutting across the sky
And all of a sudden it poured upon heavily
with numb sound of thirst and relief.
Masses running for shades
and the Juvenalilty was seen among the kids
Miry filed and smiley little faces
kicked the ball with all their coerces.
I couldn't dedine such a life
where one is sitting idle
and the other is making the day
It all happens as and when our senesce suffice.
Yet I have the belive with orotund tones of my lost juvenility
I threw out myself
burying all my forlornness.
Note: Dedicated to the wonderful monsoon weather
Categories:
fancies, nature, nostalgia
Form: Free verse
I was scolded for littering an orange peel.
I and this couch and an iguana melt.
I am longing for things to be more than real.
She blushes like a child in an autumn fog.
She bleats to scare winter from the ridge of her nostrils.
She grows like a berrypatch in moonlight, after the thaw.
He is my friend’s iguana there.
He looks comfy on the couch.
He only wants to feel good.
Categories:
fancies, lifeautumn, longing,
Form: Free verse
The Olde Druidic Elven Way
'for ever words were writ
the rhyme and rhythm
helped us see
the shape and taste
and need indeed
of apples yet unbit
To help a man be what he is
alone in all his glory
to know what's right
and use his right
of individual freedom
is the well point of the story
painted words of admiration
to hold the beauty of our life
in constant view to help him see
The shape and taste
the need in deed
of apples yet unbitten
Categories:
fancies, education, history, on writing
Form: Iambic Pentameter