MINE
This bond
Lingering memories
Shaped by our distinct experience
My lisses heart
Yearn for your warm bosom
Throne of my lovely niche
Be Mine to life ...
This rose
Slashing beauty
Eyes full of mischief
My merry faced pet
Torment to my feeble heart
Charming my earthen eyes
Be Mine till death...
This being
Slanted brow
Eyes full of tears
My daytime inspired
Love of distress paranoid
Sheen laughing leaf
Shiny of mine...
This cricket
Springtime wealth
Moonlight confidant
My most sincere friend
Worthy of my sweet worship
Beauteous among beauties
Praises of mine...
LIFE’S A GAMBOL – THEN YOU DIE
I am a woolly little lamb.
That ewe’s my mum, my dad’s the ram.
Mum told me how that came to be
But it seemed a little rude to me.
Dad’s favourite song is by U2,
The one called “All I Want Is Ewe”
I’m always full of mischief, I like to run amok.
The shepherd always calls me the black sheep of the flock.
He even called the vet in to treat my strange affliction.
He quickly diagnosed it; I’ve a gambolling addiction.
I have to live life while I can; so please excuse my bleating.
For as you know, life for a lamb is always somewhat fleeting.
Whether I am good or bad, one thing is sure of course.
I know I’ll end up on your plate, smothered in mint sauce.
Andrea is a lovely girl
Who as a baby would in my arms curl
Full of mischief, she would try all sorts of gimmicks
Make all kinds of expressions and loves to mimick
She is tall and dusky, sings in a voice that is mellow and husky
Her graceful steps dance to every kind of modern tune
To BTS her favourite band she loves to swoon
It’s a joy to see her growing day by day
Im sure in life she will go a long long way.
Her lap was full of mischief, joy, mirth, love, hope, inspiration
She unclenched her gown, and they turned into stars
Floating into the ether, surrounding the planet
She was the dream spreader and she was good at her job.
Brother Fox put his nose up a teensy tiny bit, cold and thick
So the frosty snowflakes would reach him quicker than quick
He looks so smug, his mother said, watching her handsome son.
“Best of all,” said Daddy, “he is full of mischief, and lots of fun!”
You know,
Life is a finite thing.
Our most precious gift,
we are only young once,
full of mischief and vim.
So, live it with gusto,
live it in bliss.
Have a great run,
Dismiss Bitterness.
Yeah, bask in the sun,
while your time exists.
You Know,
Life is a fine thing,
some time it will end.
Though On That Day,
A New one Begins.
Bugs,
patient and calm; I'd give him hugs
Trickster made debut in "Porky's Hare Hunt;"
puts up with some arrogant duck's affront
Daffy
Full of mischief; not as sweet as Laffy Taffy
He serves as foil to a better-behaved bunny
His personality deemed less than sunny
Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date written: 09/19/2021
I was well along the graveyard shift with aces in my hand.
The cards felt right. My luck was coming on.
The pot was full of mischief, and LeBeau had seen my raise.
I assumed a bluff would leave him overdrawn.
I had two minds of opinion on the thought of throwing down.
The stakes were high, but so were my reserves.
I had just as much invested in my current twist of fate
As fortune gained on previous returns.
In the end, LeBeau lost all his cash, his pocket watch, his knife.
He mostly lost a sense of self respect.
It's with little true nostalgia I recall the night he died.
A winning hand is all I recollect.
Small little Halle, Molly, and Dolly
full of mischief, puppy collies;
climbing over each other in their folly.
Snarling and growling, around in the yard,
while Reilly the Saint Bernard stands guard.
Reilly rolls onto its back, as they come hard
climbing all over, nipping and licking volley.
4/9/2021
She was never perfect. She was the definition of 'untamed lover'. She had difficulties with herself. Hard situations made her solid as a rock, her words rumbling like thunder, anger like a roaring tiger. She was always protecting her vulnerable side. The side whom she never shows him.
Well, he thought she was something dark-full of mischief and a dangerous being. But, he still loved her in ways she never expected.
He was the first being to slowly make her mask fade, wishing he would also be her last resort.
Realizing they were two different people like the sun and moon, distance may be their hindrance but it was worth keeping-the love.
For the first time she felt vulnerable, she felt attacked but she let it flow. She let it show. She let it go. Slowly one by one, her darkest pieces unveiled to him
Saying,
"I hope you get to see the truth"
Wishing to be accepted without her facade.
On a dark and rainy afternoon
Whence I’d been sentenced to my bedroom
For my crime of failing to take care
To not be a pain in my mother’s derriere
As it happens, I was a lad of six
Full of mischief and annoying tricks
Apparently, I had failed to take warning
That had been admonished all morning
Thus, when afternoon did arrive
Tried, convicted, and sentenced was I
Confined to barracks until further notice
Oh, what the heck, I’d make the most of it
I played for a while with a couple of toys
Yet, this furnished so very little joy
There on a shelf sat a book my sister said
I’d really enjoy if I wasn’t so thick in the head
I looked at the cover and it did look fun
The title was The Swiss Family Robinson
Now this came to pass, though my heart didn’t swoon
A love affair began that very afternoon in my room
I while still at tender young age was that day engaged
As I fell in love with words on a page
Banjo was a little boy
Not an instrument
Banjo spread lot's of joy
Everywhere he went
He was full of mischief
With a cheeky smile
Even though he was small
He knew how to beguile
He loved music and also liked to sing
As Banjo was his name
You would imagine he would like
To play an instrument with strings
This was not the case
He practised the violin
It was not suitable
And it hurt his chin
Banjo didn't want strings with bows
Or things you have to strum
Instruments you pluck or blow
He would rather play the drum
Banjo got his drum kit
It was on his ninth Birthday
He is in his element
And to play
It is very unusual
One can get quite overcome
To see a little Banjo
Play a big instrument like a drum
Ho, Hum
MacGregor was our first pet dog
a cairn terrier, a little bundle of fun
being adopted I found home strange
my pal MacGregor with me love to run
Also in my upbringing growing up
had two lovable cats Jinky and Smokey
lay on my bed bringing comfort
many a night felt safe with real support
Then Glen came along full of pace
this Collie dog loved to run for stick
I was kept fit keeping up with Glen
but his life left me far too quick
A ginger coloured cat next came
to our household which made bright
Sandy by name with full of mischief
once went to no return at night
My very favourite was a black labrador
Cora by name, so clever and strong
could hear our car a full mile away
so affectionate and loving it did belong
There you have my six heroes
all were special in their own way
from them learned many a lesson
never forgotten even to this day
(Looking back on my childhood and adolescent days on the animals we had and their effect upon my life.)
So full mischief
Oh Baby what a beautiful face
So full of fun and mischief
I see you trying to wink like me
It makes me laugh out loud
You make that wonderful gurgle
When innocent laughter is heard
We know there’s trouble ahead
And see you planning your next move
The eyebrow raised to give a clue
There is trouble on the brew
A turned up nose all aglow
With that smile that says watch out
Is to see a master at work
And of like a shot you go so fast
In the planned move you made
To catch you can be quite a lark
The day is a constant trial
To keep you amused and safe
Away from that mischief
That is you when awake
Peace is only when you sleep
Even then there’s a hint of that smile
22-5-19
It is Carnival Autumn's Ghostly Hubble
Halloween Night, as emotions bubble;
kids full of mischief getting into trouble.
The whole carnival is decked out with Halloween décor!
Lit jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, skulls covered in gore,
spiders on webs, whole new world waiting to explore.
How many would think this would be fine,
but what happens next will soon change their mind.
The clown's face painted and cracked in white paint,
a scar over it's brow, fiery orange hair, thin mouth a garish red taint.
It snarls a show of thorn bloody teeth;
each evil glaring eye lined a black cross and beneath
a red ball for a nose. It wears a ruffled collar satin clown suit,
half red the other half white and big black combat boots.
It sneaks in the shadows following kids scent in the air
to descend and snare to bring too it's lair.
Kids candy full bellies sweetens the flavor,
it cannot wait to sink its teeth to savor
the sweetness; it will not be wavered.
10/28/2018
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