Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold."
Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts.
The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?"
Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire."
Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren."
Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."
Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"
(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend."
---End of act V---
After repeat defeats were strewn
The timing was most opportune
Started on an afternoon in June
Bazball did enthrall was a boon
Love new plans fans did croon
Bliss soaring sixes above festoon
Adoring this scoring monsoon
At the gall all pundits did swoon
Can’t impugn change of fortune
Batting assault & new era hewn
For 2 years were over the moon
Luxuriating in the Bazball lagoon
Magical mystical & mythical rune
Could stop Tests from dying soon
Harbinger of gunslinger’s saloon
Save cricket from its silver spoon
From results the cult couldn’t cocoon
Faults and default style won’t prune
Want to party like they’re in Cancun
Down under plunder burst the balloon
Stokes went from typhoon to buffoon
As the ECB and Key he did lampoon
Then Ben again did his team maroon
So it ends like any loony tune cartoon
As high noon for that wee Kiwi racoon
English Test tycoon to white ball goon
"That’s all folks” Baz’s bull finally spewn
Inside, the insidious vine, hee haw but nay said the gainsayer so soothsayer mop the floors of tearful laments the festoon of frights is Halloween spent and dear precious stones are fitted for first the most precious must endear but one truth and wallop the cavern of delightful awe so sortilege discourages the pointed shaws.
Sulfurous pipettes steamed the last omega-crystal, the sore branch leeches its last resplendence of the season, and bookish kept in the bow of the festoon of leaves, and simple guurlick fabled and abreeze, and so the fruit spins eons and greater fawning realizations. If it was given perchance a look that it does actually have like saphire light that is without blueish asks, lesser boughs keel and balk and besties look for the lowest mark, and coax when next the wicked wind, that throws this fruit from timid limbs and unfurls that one waxing pearl, the low hanging fruit artfully yearns.
At the edge of the Thar desert’s sandy festoon,
the train of the ancient Aravalli hills cascades
with the undulating landscape of antique dunes,
cradles joyous Jaipur, the pink city of Rajasthan.
On carved hill-top mighty forts’ stone walls splay,
wrap the pictorial city portrait with history drape.
Aligned through the sculpted ornate gateways
the orthogonal roads symbolize cubic cityscape .
The archaic forts on the chiseled hill crest
stand like the regiment of outdated sentinels
on the ramparts of the glorious olden times,
embedded in the wind-scraped craggy ridges.
The tinsels of drizzling moonbeam in satin nights
paint murals with stardust on concrete canvas,
framed as silhouette on the smoky desert sky.
I’m charmed by the charisma of this colorful city.
Written: November 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
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December can be a seraphic break ... not a trek through squalor—
No wheezy winds, no stygian moods ... no suction of sodden days,
Let it simmer with the warmth ... of rapture and rosemary stew.
Let the nimbus sky festoon the trees ... with blithesome skeuomorph snow—
Each flake is a serendipity whisper ... a spark of pure grace,
Let the river rime ripple ... as a rakish scarf on the hills.
Let the roost resound with stories ... sages, and escorts alike—
While the air sizzles with ... mellifluous sigh and a hint of lard,
Let the rugged year resile ... ratified by insight and treacle.
Let the vault of stars above ... be a tailored zenith of light —
A quixotic quilt stitched by ... Siamese dreams and slack-jawed awe,
Let bleak hours resile into ... symbiosis with joy, not scorn.
Allow the standard hush of snow ... to soften the slur of time —
And a slender sickle of hope ... scythes the stench of the past,
Let December be the soul of ... what we almost dared to believe.
visions of children shrieking on clogged shores,
warm swirling gusts topple gaunt sand castles,
games galore thrive in weather dry and bright,
family fun fair gasp and sheer delight,
yet summer’s warm hue festoon tapers off,
whilst journeyed beehive swarm near blue lagoon,
dip their toes in sunny moss fleck torrents,
others seize their madcap visceral thrill,
from dashing down mint green meadows as that,
August time frame segues into autumn
On the coldest nights, when the air and land conspire
And the winds sing their siren's serenade of desire
An unbecoming part inside causes me to rise
And festoon my frame with my most festive attire
To step outside for a walk
A silent stroll amidst the hidden horrors of the times
Summer Host a Jamboree
Summer hosts a party – a JAMBOREE!
Sends out engraved floral invitations
Annual pageant ~ ~ ~ blooms wear filigree
Ruffled pansies…deep purple impatiens.
Poppies perform - these highway troubadours
Butterscotch daisies festoon o p e n roads,
Popcorn blooms BuRsT – celebration’s UP-roar!!!
Music :) merriment :), through coral bells flows.
A fiesta of flowers twirl in jubilees
Dandelion meadows - ^_^ galas of golds
Waves of colors sway in sunflower seas
Carnivals of roses in crimsons u n f o l d s
Coming out party - a lavish $oiree -
So much to celebrate each summer day.
Pictures
of bliss festoon
dream field journal
with green moss clad trails of
stunning dawn glow junkets through
mists of time!
Days of
infant passage
festoon album
past blissful mirth lingers
yet future snapshots beckon
Don’t forget!
Tepid rain drips upon flowers.
June feels cold with all these showers.
Sunset descends, as twilight dips.
Upon flowers, tepid rain drips.
I feel afraid, numb from the cold.
It feels like summer is on hold.
As thunder and lightning cascade,
numb from the cold, I feel afraid.
Ears crave to hear her soothing tone.
She's the queen to my kingdom's throne.
In her embrace, heart has no fear.
Her soothing tone, ears crave to hear.
Just like the moon, glowing at night,
in darkness her love provides light.
In bright shades we form a festoon,
glowing at night just like the moon.
Oh cruel fate, gift me a glance,
her lips have left me in a trance.
I feel blind without my soulmate.
Gift me a glance, oh cruel fate.
sinuate az the leaf
yourn festoon
with infinate
twists
you've trusted me
with each
hues
Lord
shadez uv auburn
coils
long
locks
'pon
we'll 'pon
mine goose's bumps
excited
with such think
your'z
bella
another
end uv spring
wake uv summer
yesss
another camber bella
another
word
She turns to fire engine red as her leaves begin to change
toot toot! she goes as she travels through the autumn train
Her caboose shakes in the wind but she hangs on tight
while the leaves dance, shimmer & jiggle in the dancing breeze.
Aware that she needs to let go of her most prized possessions,
She enjoys one last cling of the season, before winter's festoon.
Bright flamingo ruby leaves have set her frame aglow,
but now, it's time to let go.
She recalls a time when she was exploding with leaves,
a time when she was fed on sunshine and energy
a time when climbing on the Autumn train, was one great big adventure.
Today she travels at a sure and steady pace,
pulling out all her horns, whistles and bells, she chugs along,
as the rails of her caboose fly faster and faster,
The leaves fall softly to the ground, one at a time,
without making a fuss, without making a sound.
Beseech me to grand opal views oh blessed moon
and take me to that place where pearling light
resplendent of the sea, adorns my life's festoon
With just one shake of ray from you my sight
will be as clear and peaceful as a gliding loon
Draw me to you, "Oh Mother Goddess of light"
for when it comes to praising you inside this silent room
bathed in the hour of evening dusk, within my quiet
I drink you in like opium smoke one puff and gone so soon
behind the curtains of these tired eyes, an ancient spoon
Spilled and poured like silver across the ocean blue
I breathe the breath of you as if you were the sun
for mirrored in my heart you scissor all on Holy cue
within the sacred womb of my female Deity
the fertile embrace of love and all its passion spew
Beseech me to your silica I am your precious stone
sitting by the river rolling soft against the shore
some people are made of flesh and bone
while others annihilate inside your radiant more
take me to your beauty, then raise me off the floor.
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