. jump
thump
bump
lump
hump
hump
hump
m-hm
'to slump
mine
flump
When will Baz..Ben & their men ken..learn
Despite or to spite the "has beens" concern
Trouble to rubble only listen to their bubble
That Bazball trite shi*e they're always right
Be true to thine self.. the cover drive shelf
Lack that knack & gift to swiftly shift back
On pacy racy turfs where the conker surfs
Play it late and don't hit it on the up mate
Wafts of wishing fishing on the 5th stump
Down in the dump chump will then flump
Snag trumped by the ball that did rag jump
Nicked to slip or off the glove it did thump
Rascals debacles and wickets castled slump
Head more pizzazz..razzmattazz did gazump
Smoother purer surer bravura groover jazz
Baz did kowtow to an Aussie..now take a bow
OZ's wizard of the wood blizzard was that good
Y'all we should clearly really call it "TRAV or is that CHAV BALL !
Cohorts of suits distort
Court the last resort
Damnation of immigration
Onslaught in cahoots cavort
Pander to propaganda slander
Escort darker fraught faces
From other races caught
To starker places.. shunted
Hunted like a sort of sport
History debunked
“Before” skunked & kerplunked
Lore of Yore junked
Fossil fuel full sumps
Well More is More
Trees flump become clumps
Of gnarly snarly stumps
Petrol pumps pour
Sheriffs thumps any grumps
Tariffs Gazumps…prices soar
Ready for the final encore?
.
forward
mine right timberland'z
boot
left
thump
thump
flump
mine exhausted
'pon her painter'z
stool
her purty come'd
next mine
to
adjust her muse
she steps back
she decides not
she slaps
she slidez
her oil'd sable 'pon
the canvas
forever
i
hern
spark
spur
whim
.
"you first edvard"
thus did i
Thud
Thud
flop
chink
flump
plop
thus did her
s
l
i
i
p
thus did
ourn
genially
lock
Greta Thunberg saw President Trump,
felt her shoulders beginning to slump.
’Twas as if a great weight
had come down on her fate.
And her heart sank as well with a flump.
'Vogon Poetry'
Of flick-stigger menchiklauts
Flump burpurates to wryte
They dipjoculate eckily 'neath
Renticularous priggledydtes
Though swardfusses they vvvring
Leckchaculitical madartis nnnying!
Trump now loves rhyme, its integral
to his existence as his name
rhymes with so many words so well
and words that qualify his fame,
There’s flump and rump and also plump,
then’s sump and its close cousin, slump
and not forgetting grump and dump
all lumped together form a chump
And contributing to his art
in English Trump describes a fart
Epilogue
When Trump was told his poetry
was subject to some caveats
he thought he’d act on the advice
so based on it bought a cravat.* *
*reference his ? poetry book cover photo !
You'll find great Lipton's and greying Earl's
Lying in my green beds in a curl
In my aroma they flump
I tantalize them to jump
In my green waters for love to unfurl
Gorgeous ladies keep me in a twirl
Celebrities hold me up as a priceless pearl
With green eyed coquettes I strump
In their petalled lips I slump
Blinging down curvaceous bellies to swirl
I brew secret desires of any girl
Mischief in their hearts I cleverly knurl
Squeeze me greener I retrump
My flavour you'll never dump
With green tea lovers my passions uncurl!
May 2, 2016
Second Chance # 3
For Broken Wings
(Submitted- April 5, 2016
Finalised- April 16, 2016)
* Reference to Lipton Green tea & Green Earl Grey tea
Early morning, the trill
with a buzz, is weighted toward the beak,
tail twitching, side to side,
underside barred: my friendly wren.
The click in the heavy heat of summer
the bright flame on winter day or hidden in shade
the silent rustle, the graying double,
steady chew, chew, chew, encouraging tweets:
my pair of nesting cardinals.
Nightfall, the flump, flump of wings plop down,
or rise up to say who, who: mourning dove's lament
songs by which to sleep and dream.
like never ending waves of sea-
Like ever smiling leaves of tree-
You are in my thoughts-
When sun moves and dawn arrive-
In changing shades, your face emerge in sky-
In my thoughts you remain and remain-
like waves on water that never die.
Whisper is felt of yours in every breeze –
On each move and smile of leaves-
I wait and wait, any moment on me you flump-
Desperate remain my being to feel your squeeze.
(sami)
Leaves fall in the Fall.
Leaves flump in the Downtick.
Leaves flop in the Glide.
Leaves founder in the Comedown.
Leaves descend and drop in the Tumble.
Leaves nosedive and lurch in the Downflow.
Leaves pitch and capsize in the Forced Landing.
Leaves topple and cascade in the Gravitation.
Leaves abseil and rappel in the Descent.
Leaves coast and sideslip in the Downrush.
Leaves skid and avalanche in the Dropping.
Leaves swoop and plunge in the Coast.
Leaves settle and precipitate in the Cropper.
Leaves glissade in the Glissando.
. . . where's a rake when I need it?
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