flitty butterfly
circling around asagao
life's morning glory
Categories:
flitty, purple,
Form: Senryu
Sock it to me Baby
He strut like a proud peacock in his crocs
Green they were, worn with lime shocking pink socks
He asked for a date
I said "no way mate"
"Only because I have no matching frocks."
He said he just didn't care what frock I wore
'Cause he'd got crocs of many colours in store
"A lady in red “
I answered in jest
Suspecting that he was aiming to score.
Both of us went on the date dressed in red
"You must be clothed for a bet" someone said
My dates crocs and socks
Gave out vibrant shocks
'Cause all he wore matched, down to boxers and vest.
I answered "yes and it's for charity"
And we raised loads to put in the kitty
My date turned out great
We're now best of mates
His socks and crocs are my flitty ditty.
“Sock it to me baby, come hold me tight
Your crocs so excite me, love me tonight.”
8th June 2021
Categories:
flitty, fashion, fun, love,
Form: Limerick
Bookends prop to order and bring to attention a rampant,
bedraggled rabble of books, to parade upright and aligned.
Big and fat, tall and thin,
ditty, witty, flitty and ponderous tomes all squashed in, buttressed.
Books do well without bookends
But bookends topple over without books to hold.
A parasitic dependency like ticks, lice and bookworms.
Bookends lie, at both the beginnings and ends of books all lined up in a row.
Bookends like hands, love to hold books. They simply adore them.
But unlike hands, which drop books to applaud and clap a good read or scratch,
Bookends just pine, sigh, whimper with no books to embrace and hold.
Like spoilt kids they chuck temper tantrum fits, get hissy, fall over and wobble.
So remember to keep your bookends happy with good reads to bed.
Remember they need books to survive and prosper.
But beware, bookends like to skip the plot
By shuffling the deck of 'The End' and 'In the Beginning' of random books.
Categories:
flitty, books,
Form: Free verse
YOU ARE MY SERENADE
What good do sunny days do
If they're not sunny for you?
What good does summer rain do,
If it's not raining for you.
What goods my heartbeat,
If it's not beating for you?
What good could butterflies be
If they're not flitty, for you?
What good would poetry be
If it's not written for you?
What good's my heartbeat
If it's not beating for you?
What good's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
I'd do anything,
I would sing all night for you.
You are my serenade.
I look at you
And I know dreams can come true.
You are my serenade.
What good could Autumn leaves be
If they're not falling for you?
What good could Santa Claus be
If he don't leave me for you?
What good's my heartbeat
If it's not beating for you?
What good's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
Wjat gppd's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
flitty, christmas,
Form: Lyric
the groom,
the sun, deified the time
and denied the dark its peak,
shimmering in his faded orange apparel
his eyes brilliantly blazing, brazen and bold
found a gazing spot
at the heart of the brown sea
and whispered with quivering lover's lips
"come up to me and taste of my love"
the bride,
the sea,deified space
with wrapper of blue wound round her waist
flirty, flitty and fidgety
her body danced with seductive rhtym
she spread sprawlingly on the spaceles sandbed
a bride expectant of a reluctant groom
burning, she bellowed from deep below
"come down and prove yourself a worthy lover"
the priest,
gravity, kitted in a monk's garb
ritually performed the nuptial rites
Toyin-blakkie was the bride's lone maid
Abdulkarim and I, the twosome groom's men
Hosted by the surf and sand of Kuramo shores
the three for the deaprture of one
feasted on a garnished gargatuan fish
there the sun walked the aisle by his aquaticbride
Categories:
flitty, adventure, mystery, nature, wedding,
Form: Lyric