This grassed non-place; no-name scent-depth.
Hearts, thereout which bound
Young rabbit-furred, yearling-spotted
Filled with Earth-breathed love.
As free they, and ever fresh, to
This feeling state alone
Left; as I! Floaty peacefulness.
Still yet to drop out of!
"Here is rest; and privacy.
Floaty, straw-like grassed.
What hangs is, boughed and buzzed
Unearthly, of
Earth's own bloomed love".
Up on these warm currents of
Passionate longing
Retrace, in what are thought-steps
Dreaming, for her's
A daydreamer's.
Jumped up like a chair with tree legs.
I have enough exasperation.
And cheering for nothing.
That there’s all overhead.
And also dropping down like floaty puffs.
Currently, I’m within flat plane.
Wormy, and breathless.
Left behind jokes and deathly tree trunks.
The said it was instant as a paper printed with a single letter.
Typed out whirling sounds.
Rustling.
Sick of this impetus.
Life's, keeping up with.
Nerve-taut, no time to unwind;
With that running mind!
Breathless, batty, borne along
Too frantically.
A slow boat, for a bed!
Surest heals took to.
Cool blown, puts to sleep the best.
On its infant's rest
Of waters' gentle rockings.
Floaty-dreamily.
Alternate scenic world's
Stupendous landscapes.
Grass-lain, gazing up to!
Tallest of growths through!
All our wishing, dreaming
What floaty, cloudy
Is tinted with; morns, eves.
Bright its trace soul leaves!
daft colleen from precipitous Clare
bold like the Burren, grey bedrock stare
turloughs flowing, born and bred
banner county, father Ted
Cliffs of Moher she jumped for a dare
floaty accent, wayward man of Cork
culinary city, knife and fork
horizon dreams he was fed
Cobh harbour past Mizen head
around Kinsale then off to New York
bad tempered Kerryman lost his ring
by the Killarney lakes he did fling
butt of jokes, very cruel
Dingle berries, Carrantouhill
his MacGillycuddys reek and sing
Limerick poetess made you think
five lines she wrote then, ran out of ink
first, second and fifth must rhyme
shorter third and fourth are fine
but must keep their rhythm all in 'sync'
Tipperary jockey rode with pace
sure she won the Grand National race
cheered from lough Derg to Cashel
from Nenagh down to Clonmel
loud bells were rung for her steeplechase
Waterford witch, many followers
her crystal glass, many swallowers
toast to the oldest city
viking girl, very pretty
velvet voice. plenty polymers
Agile body, creative dance expressions ...
floaty, graceful, high intensity, joyousness, keen,
lithe, musicality, natural.
Outstanding performance ...
quite riveting, stunning, terrific, ultra,
vehement, winsome, xany, yielding, zesty.
In the tank are eighteen fish,
Or maybe there are twenty.
It’s hard to count them, but to me,
It seems that there are plenty.
The tank is not too spacious
But with pebbles and live plants,
The black and orange platys
Do their slo-mo floaty dance.
Yet I was shown a baby
Hiding underneath the leaves
And there might be another one,
Or so my son believes.
It’s cool to see how creatures
Have their instincts kicking in,
Doing what they can to stay away
From hungry next-of-kin.
Let's float together
Laugh alot
Combos, nachos
Hit the spot
Other things
That feel so good
You know, I know
Understood
Some people are like clouds
Not wispy, floaty, fresh and clean
But angry, gray, cold and mean
They also seem to be the louds.
Of the same consistency
Sky's, soft and floaty.
These petite-rounded features.
Even more dreamy!
Grass-lain, when upgazing bright
Warm-swept of this fright.
Your face, though air, does enhance
A heavenly sight.
We upgraded the seventies happy face she said.
I was horrified, because I liked it the way it was.
My flexibility extends to almost everything except 70’s stuff
I want my lava lamps to be fat and floaty
On a silver base, that is rough, not polished
I want my bell bottoms to have ruffles and rickrack
I want embroidery down the legs of my jeans
I want to drive a car with fat daisies painted on it
And I want the seventies happy face to stay the same
I am persnickety about almost nothing else,
But the seventies are sacred to me.
sink
lower, drowned
submerging, burying, plummeting
absorption, slump, backstroke, fishes
snorkeling, diving, spearfishing
floaty, enjoyable
swim
Date created: 03/26/2022
"A goodly, gainful thing"
Caribou told me
"To leave, once in a while
Home's high-ground safeness;
To roam, for what as sun-grassed
Lies in wait sweetly
Fills which need, Surprise's;
Feeds on vast Newness."
"And the most jubilant!"
Dragonfly added.
"To up and go, but now
Out which comfort zone
With that relief's burst, once deemed
Unthinkable sped!
Isle-eying, isle-engaged!
Floaty; no more lone!"
As the time of long light gathers dark and draws near
Frosty days appear to host falling leaves and rainbow showers
I sit adrift dreaming while I wile away the grey hours
Or reading a book left behind in summers overdrive gear
It’s time to change my August dress for sleeves of Autumn wool
I spend blustery ripe afternoons adorning my porch swing
While in my mind I swim backwards to have a jolly good fling
Still prone on my floaty at the local neighborhood pool
Yet I love all the colors of pumpkins and apples delicious smell
Falls glorious season of beauty is a tangible delight
To ramble and stroll pathways or fly a windswept high kite
If only I could motivate to move out of my warm summer shell
written: 9-10-2019
Pick A Title, Vol 9 - Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
2nd placement...with thanks Edward!
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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