Life is so much sunnier now
just knew it would be somehow
After decades of delay
when inertia held sway
My mental stones gathering moss…
I at last pulled the plug
on my addictive a.m. drug:
No more newspaper on my front steps
no more negativity to vex
me all day and all night
‘bout who’s wrong, what’s not right
Now I eat undisturbed, sleep like a baby
wake up hopeful, fresh as a daisy
No addiction is harmless, not even ‘the news’
~ ending the pain was up to me to choose
Where’er you may be let be, said Loulie
Who cannot control her flatulency
Wherever she roams
She plays her air drone
Allowing foul odours to flow freely.
Loulie’s mother is three times a lady
Though her lovely daughter drives her crazy
She put up a tent
With all good intent
To keep her home as fresh as a daisy.
Young Loulie was quite frightfully perturbed
Found that living in a tent was absurd
She could get no sleep
Cold hands and cold feet
And disturbed when her explosives emerged.
Loulie truly tried her best to hang on
Missing her bedroom and mostly her mom
She filled up with wind
Like a bird on wing
Loulie floated off to where sun ne’er shone.
LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IX
Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch
Meg, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...
The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists
by Michael R. Burch
I’m old,
no longer bold,
just cold,
and (truth be told),
been bought and sold,
rolled
by the wolves and the lambs in the fold.
Who’s to be told
by this worn-out scold?
The complaint department is always on hold.
Alas, Sir Munchalot!
by Michael R. Burch
You ate too much,
your common lot;
you munched too much,
so now you’ve got
a gut.
Hadrian’s Elegy
by Michael R. Burch
My delicate soul,
now aimlessly fluttering ... drifting ... unwhole,
former consort of my failing corpse ...
Where are we going—from bad to worse?
From jail to a hearse?
Where do we wander now—fraught, pale and frail?
To hell?
To some place devoid of jests, mirth, happiness?
Is the joke on us?
Keywords/Tags: heart, humor, humorous, irony, light, light verse, nonsense, joke, truth, future, soul
In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air,
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy,
unfurling with the touch of dawn’s spectrum,
like your hazel eyes out of the trance of dream.
The flowers blossom in chromatic charisma of joy,
look up to the sunburst pallet of the seamless sky,
the essence is suffused with splendorous sparkle,
painting pristine portrait of your of surreal beauty .
As the satin night showers the silver tinsels,
floating in the mystique miasma of moonbeam,
I descry the sparkling sky descend in my garden,
you shine with sapphire hue as sprouting stars.
The celestial charm of golden glow,
pulsates in my heart with enticing rhythm,
that radiates the luring luster of exultation
from the core of fair petals of your floral face.
Pining for the embrace of your radiant purity
I make my yearning an ornate vase,
place a bunch of blooming buds,
that flower you for me as fresh as a daisy.
_____________
July 30, 2022
Contest : Simile
Sposnored by : Hilo Poet
I'm fresh as a daisy
and happy as a clam
refreshed and replenished
Enthused is what I am!
It helps I'm off work now
I'm not watching the news
No murders or mayhem
To bring me the blues
Sublimely oblivious
Spells "happy" to the letter
As far as information
Sometimes less is better!
I fly to elm's field
Sustaining the dance
Fresh as a daisy
Flying together for fight
I run to you, to me
This time I fly crunching the numbers
Promise this will feel, felt some.
Realistic systematique
The fresh sight of daisy
The learned man and the destined man
We fly
Systematique
Daisy
Daisy
Lazy
Thee
Rays of Sunshine pleases me
Fresh as a daisy
Pluck white rays
“Love Me, Love Me Not”
Tea in a cup
Bee in a buttercup
Daisy
Daisy
Lazy
Thee
Hot chocolate and brownies
Is right for me and my baby Dee
Would you agree?
Out under the big tree with my doggy,
Baby Dee, and me
©Eve Roper 8/18/2015
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