I don't dance like Fred Astaire.
My limbs flail wildly in the air.
From my pants, I heard a tear.
I don't really care
that you just stand and stare.
Indeed, I am entirely aloof.
My self-esteem is bullet proof
as I prance and gayly hoof.
You may think I'm just a goof
as I dance upon your roof.
A brave black sheep and a wintry white crow
At midday moon got lost in the meadow.
The duo shed odd differences with pride
And found themselves as a groom and a bride.
Black sheep’s family so thrilled to entwine,
Gathered gayly to embrace new bloodline.
Now the sheep and the crow coo in delight:
Beware: not everything is black and white!
Some have watched her rising
from an ocean of time.
Her sightings return at the pull
of each luna cycle.
No clamshell boats for her,
after she rises from the waves
she and the shoreline disappear
she's only to be seen driving a classic
Chevy convertible or riding
a gayly adorned donkey.
She is sister to desert nights,
and all the dance moves
of the free roaming winds.
You have seen her, you know her,
she is the one that comes to you at night
on moonlit slippers.
She's neither old nor young,
Venus is always for your best years.
When the moon begins to starve,
she returns to the sea
vowing everlasting love
to the constantly cresting waves
of your heart.
Go gayly to the school, Obedient to its rule, Behave cordially and cool, Don't be a confused pool, Learn the learning tool, And avoid to be a fool.
Tribute to my Poet Angel
5/24/2025
I never espected to be blessed by a Poet Angel here.
But this is composed for him, who calms my tears and fears.
No, we two, do not get caught in that net to read each other daily!
But he’s always at my side, for immense requests, to soothe my soul, gayly!
When he comments, it is never in a hurry, like an icy, two word, stamp!
I do forget all he has done and no, boring robotic, comments are not his way.
The absence of arrogance, true friendship blooms for us~in this month of May.
Great people, like him, that make life so full, may he be blessed in everyway!
5/24/2025
Pearly gust strewn across the aisles
An outpour glistening the view,
its trickling dash jiggles on boughs
As pitter-patters kiss my wet cheeks!
And cloudburst spills more potpourri,
that on one early April shower
I pirouette with moistened earth's new
garlands--
toes naked tapping a bubbly Congo dance
A merry and primal ritual that refreshes
this weary soul:
An unrehearsed movement ensues, a dribble
of showers tosses my hair as I gayly scream
a belly laughter!
O could I care less? In the thrill of
petrichor, my essence flies in wonderment
channeling this four year -old kid
awakening within!
It was a warm balmy night very peaceful
the woods slept soundly the moon shone
In the quiet stepped out a unicorn flowing
silver mane it paused sniffing the air warily
Satisfied it started to cavort around gayly
soon a stag joined in and a fairy both dancing
They called to friends to join in all stepping high
Dancing and cavorting they continued till dawn.
They then went their separate ways only hoof
marks showed they were ever there people
puzzled over marks and shook their heads
Yet on the next moon lit night they returned.
And for many nights they cavorted with glee
Waiting for something to appear still waiting
then a star beamed down and prettily she
came touching noses with her mate then
They vanished back into the undergrowth
leaving all wondering if they ever or not
had been there at all.
Really?
discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse
It sounds exhausting!
***
Spontaneity is an evil thing,
days should be orderly with no surprises.
Don't knock on my door at noon
then roll your eyes I'm still in pajamas.
Whimsy
Zany
Wacky
Gayly
There are no zany words of whimsy in my vocabulary;
Let no wacky words gayly drip from your mouth, please, it's quite unsanitary!
Shut the door and close the blinds,
fresh air belongs out not in.
Go away and please don't bother me~
unless, of course, you bring some wine!
The world awaits with bated breath
pause, listen and most all feel
there it is, a deep sense drumming
in the back ground coming to life.
we all feel it, indeed yearn for it
insistently wait for it to come
then all of a sudden we can feel
the gradual warmth winter is defeated.
He shies away taking with him the freeze
allowing SPRING her rite of passage
everything comes back into blossom
almost battling each other for its space
All around we see new tender leaves
feel her warmth stirring things to life
watching birds fly to and thro building
busily their nests for new hatchlings
Riotous notes peel out thrilling us
as delightfully they fill the skies.
Snow drops fading as crocus fill
beds with startling shades of colour.
At last we can peel of the extra layers
wear our pretty clothes never can we
match Spring's awesome display of style
Indeed she gayly leads us towards Summer
“Do you know your ABCs?”
Little kiddies are often asked
Confidently they start singing
A smile you try to mask
“A, B, R, and sometimes X”
They gayly recite the rhyme
You let it be for another day
For another place and time
Sweet, precious little moments
Sometimes get lost in space
They ask “How high's the sky?”
With a chocolate covered face
My favourite is, “When I was born,
Was I brought by a great big bird?”
“No, you came from Mummy's tummy
We thought for sure you'd heard”
The innocence of the little ones
Their wondrous look at the world
They see things oh so simply
As the mysteries begin to unfurl
Oh for those days of childhood
When life was a brand new toy
Our daughter actually asked us once
“Will I grow up to be a boy?”
Outside my windowpane
Daylight dwindles
Sunshines sparsely
Further from the new dome skies
Ninety-three million miles away
Imbued in ripened colors
Nature’s mahogany, oak, and cherrywood trees
and Jogger’s grassy paths once lime greens,
Chanting to changing tones of richer reds
Clustered blue-jays adorn
Like shimmering rhinestones
Gayly sing above our heads
Shadows stretch out deep
Swaying weeping willows sweep
Smoke smells flow through the crisp air
Musky scent from stonefire oven pits
Spiced up dishes mouthwatering lit
Lavish and lustrous ambers crackle
Flaming orange leaves swirl around and prance
Seducing all to voyeur their performance
Golden crinkled copper leaves splayed
Reaching, rustling to the ground
Making shuffling sounds
Minty blues peak through scarlet rays
Fall cashmere shawls display!
Autumn gardens
Nights that linger lasting moments
Granting lover’s time
For making romance
Does life seem to you,
as love does to we,
that virtuous circles
engage healing intent
While viscious squares
of bad-tempered stomping
marches much less gayly
toward escalating drama
with harmful trauma
and persistent
discontent
Positive engagement
does not engage negative performers
as if some lives
are divinely entitled
to redemptively matter more,
and thereby attract glowing floodlights
Upstaging those worshipping lesser
unstraight
unmale
unwhite gods
and goddesses of trust
and compassion
without boundaries
Backstage,
opening opaque
and closing vulnerable curtains
breathes diverse gender icons,
sexualized idols
Muses
recomposing noted feelings
from inside out,
hard erect warriors
embracing soft receptive catchers,
absorbent empathizers
Integrity's copassionate healers,
pulling and pushing together
1 way
with 0 means.
This Earth's a place we call our own
When we can stand with Her lands
And look within great loves we've known
For hope that we might expand.
Like strong gods above the sky
Soaring sacred from on high
We long for all Earth's tribes to be
Without a loss, straight trauma free.
***** love invokes a distant sigh
Inside gray clouds full of rain
Yet we will always hope to know
Earth's journey ends without pain.
We spin swiftly round light's way
All too soon love's yesterday.
We must grow through cracks of blue
***** dreams cut shy of love felt true.
Life lust's a song we all could share
A gift for love's sweet self care.
For when we know Earth's gay brings light
Great spirit roars deep dusky night.
Like rain's bow up in the sky
Love has taught queens how to fly.
This Earth will bless what we have been
And never could want lost again.
Moonlight across the tranquil ocean,
Will provide jewels for your crown.
Deep cyan colors of the sea in motion,
Will create blue velvet for a royal gown.
I will create a vision tender with grace.
Such expectations I have, you’ll be mine.
Resplendently beautiful, so fair of face.
My Princess of loveliness, a lady so fine.
A prima donna of style as you gayly dance.
Beguiling as you converse so witty and clever.
For me there’ll be sweet innuendos of romance.
You’ll win hearts but I will be your love forever.
Dearest, only a figment of imagination it seems,
And sadly we will be together only in my dreams.
Sponsor Sotto Poet
Contest Name Sonnet
19th May 2023
“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Lord, Alfred Tennyson
love at first sight at the ceilidh
dancing 'round peat fires gayly
lad and lass equally smitten
love's peat fire flame in Great Britain
unprepared for love's twists and turns,
ill-fated love crashes and burns
dark and cold was the night she left
leaving the lad crushed and bereft
the lad laments the lass as lost
methinks he should have count the cost
of jumping into love too fast
prudent forethought may help love last
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