Prick streches into a carved shape
Longer than its usual length stick
Readily active to puncture tire
In pleasurable drill of strain
And stress till urge sting
To enkindle silent click
Of achy healthy goo
Lightly snowing in
Clucking sounds
Repeatedly shh!
Uncontrollably
What a Prick!
Prick ohh!
Prick!!!...Let loose of heavenly blessings
Jikerewin ji!
Jikerewin ji! ji! ji!
Stifled heartbeats
Jikerewin ji! ji! ji! ji!
Trumped ji! ji! ji! ji! ji!
Ranging six feet whole
Settling down to the bottom
Of the bottomless pit from afar
Fumed fuse of aid beyond its wears
Off in standstill beckoning the patience
To rise and to ride on the way back home
In fun-- a well rounded shape of itself's best
Regards no mask to shame the staged claim
At start, it is able, strong, and hailing non-stop
But now, be willing; do not beyond thy strength
See it not a task but a duty taken up by its limit.
One glorious, sun-drenched, thirsty December day,
I sat, numbed with the agedness of a visitor, and
Fumed eloquently with joy for the benefit of the
Seine – the ointment of Paris.
Somewhere along the gritty line laid bare by sere weeds
Of winter,
A restless tranter eulogised:
“Ce est Paris!”
From the whistling, grating metro to the navel of
Elevated Eiffel, the tall, metallic maiden,
I saw frantic beauty.
I inhaled the peace of the atrium, sighting
Our Dame....
“Ce est Paris!”
The voice, girly, and with the earnestness
Of chivalrous youth, came again, cold and soft,
Just the way of a sprightly winter.
Turning, I saw Paris in full nakedness of her beauty, like
A priceless fresco hanging from the sky.
“Do you need company?” The tranter anglicised her French.
In one gulp I swallowed the pride of Paris.
“Hmmm!” I grunted, wincing loudly from brio,
Counting my woes should I plod away to the red light areas,
“Give me Shakespeare and Company”.
From the inside of music I looked out far
The sky was cloudy, preparing for rain
Sir Rattle on the Mezzo played Sir Elgar
The air fumed sour like the dead champagne
I went for the memories, to see your face
In times when the sky was bright blue
But wherever I turned to, was just empty space
And the most annoying, not a sign of you
But why did you worry about me over time
So desperately strong - I much preferred
To come in the evening, to share some wine
Animated by your smile and kind word
Wouldn't you come, to forget me again?
Send me a note, if you thought to remember
Your teddy, who waits in the sounds of rain
Through the music they care to render.
.
The peacock and the owl
had met along the way
One might not think at all
they’d have something to say
The peacock, lush in plume
did prance for all to see
The owl said with a hoot
I’ll stay here in my tree
From where I sit, you silly thing
Your feathers do distract
The owl said as the peacock fumed
You’re wrong, and that’s a fact
It is my dress of fancy hue
that calls to creatures all
And yes, they come from far and wide
No matter big or small
You think you are so wise
With your surprise attack
If not for me, the peacock said
You might not find a snack
They got to thinking, maybe
They should work together here
The owl could see exactly where
The peacock should appear
With that, this most unlikely pair
Began to set up house
To seal their brand new partnership
They shared a tasty mouse!!
(You see, we all CAN get along)
I cannot
continue seeing
you in that
condition;
drunk and broken down living
on fumed promises.
How dare she
hold your heart in her
poisoned hands,
not caring
if you die or if you live
until tomorrow!
Must I see
only your tombstone,
and her cold
eyes laughing
at me because her power
was greater than mine?
Where the white gnaws
a brook,
black Ash trees sink
waist high
in a smoking frost.
My coat is a rook's shadow.
I need to thaw a fumed silhouette,
warm my breath
from old body embers.
Ahead, robin red-flames
tattoo creaking water.
Between the tinder
and the cold flare,
a *** end of sun
ignites icicles
in a brief day-blush.
A bosom friend, an old woman and spinster,
Is a god-mother of auntie and uncle;
Chosen as their god-parent two years ago,
On their wedding at church in San Francisco,
A famous nuptial…I do hope you all know.
They’ve also chosen her as their counsellor,
At times when they’ve problems or be in trouble;
One day comes a storm in life of this couple,
Started from petty argument to quarrel,
Fumed up to prepare each flag for their battle.
She went there right away to extend her help,
Suddenly, I’ve heard a shrill voice like pup’s yelp;
Aunt’s bosom friend gave an advice boastfully,
Saying, “See, I’m happy! Stay single like me!”
WTFWT?! I shouted angrily!
(WTFWT- can also stands for What’s This Foolish Woman Teaches/Taught)
honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms
faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions
hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
plum hourly humdrum
Trump and Biden, a joint election win,
In the White House, they both walked in.
But the cat, feeling small,
Grew peevish in the hall,
Wondering who'd let the doggone cat in!
NYT News:
Trump and Biden, declared winners so fine,
Shared victory's crown, sipped the celebratory wine.
But the White House cat, oh, so peevish in clatter,
Fussed and fumed, with a grumpy, sour chatter!
W.C.Barry, White House Correspondent
Light wind, blowing like gentle kiss,
like her soft touch, I always miss;
Cool damp of her lips on my cheek
reminds me of the love I seek.
Like the west wind blowing the heat
to tame the blaze of fumed heartbeat;
Her love is like a dawning hope
that tames the scorch of my burnt rope.
Her fresh caress, like rain of bliss;
How could I shun a love like this?
The blow of her breath on my skin
makes my troubles tremble and spin.
Like kiss of rain on barren grain,
her gentle blow digs out my brain;
Like splashing sound on arid ground,
makes me feel like love is around.
May 12, 2023
Writing Challenge- "Z" Words - Poetry Contest (2nd place)
Sponsored By: Constance La France
A week passed, yet no words drifted in my mind
I feared I'd become numb and poetically blind
so, I gave up, went to bed and turned off the light
but in the very next moment I screamed in fright!
"Procrastinator!" My Muse yelled, in a huff.
"You are made of much stronger stuff!"
I slid beneath the covers; she threw back the quilt.
"Oh no," she fumed, "you'll not fill me with guilt!"
I pleaded and cajoled, but she bought none of it.
She pulled out my desk chair and said, "NOW SIT!"
I obeyed and sat but nothing worthy came to mind.
I felt her staring at my back, 'twas of the evil kind.'
Desperately, I tried to conjure rhymes that would do.
She sighed then she asked, "What's wrong with you?"
I turned my head to look at her so we could confer,
but she shimmered away in a wavy transparent blur.
I called to her, and reached out trying to pull her near
My arms grasped only air, for she had disappeared.
"Come back, please. I'm sorry I've not been writing,
but thoughts you've offered lately are all about fighting."
She reappeared smiling, and before she took flight,
whispered in my ear, "Just pick up your pen and write."
TEEN PREGNANCY
In hospital and streets
Estates and villages
Huge boards
Printed and written
But worldwide it still happens
Every morning and every night
With none taking responsibility
Its like curses and evil ghosts hailing us
We hate young girls
We cast them as cheap and lust filled
They have done what they intended to
But they were forced...the other gender forced them
It has come to close eye under search
It has ruined the close relationship of gender
Yes you taught them in school and non governmental houses
But they had no choice for resistance
May be poverty fumed im all corners of their homeland
And the option came with consequences
They took risk for rescue
Don't cast them out of their fathers gates
Lets all stand and confess for hatred
Lets love them and give company
Support where necessary
For what happened and gave a result is an achievement!
Dafina
Fightforgirlchildforever
#poetryforlife
Earnest Ernie Van Stickle,
Sat on a mushy pub pickle.
Yeah, Ernie was hot,
He fumed as he bristled.
Now he had a wet spot.
with a big sticky tickler.
He said OH, why not,
and ordered a triple.
Then, even Earnie smiled,
when the bar keep opined,
Van, better wet, than a Thistle.
As the monsoon arrived with drizzle,
Fumed the long awaited scent of soil,
Embarked longing romance in living soil element,
I stepped out with dream,
To walk holding your hand,
Into the dreams of new life will begin,
A welcome note mother earth has sent.
Life is rejuvenating with trust,
The barricade of solitude to be moved away,
I hear now cuckoo singing around
Nights are filled with fragrance of tuberose
And moon has come down to earth
To walk besides enlightening my life
The dark nights now appearing in purple shade,
Adorned with stars of silver shine,
Crown of trees has come alive,
They dance with the wind, kind of hip hop.
As if a divine ceremony will start,
Your presence is the only need,
Waited for long and by all.
~Ashok Kumar Mishra
Short memory, what was I trying to remember
This is getting serious, don't remember my gender
In the ladies washroom
They all screamed and fumed
Saw some sights but incapacitated I was rendered
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