My queens and heroines,
Truly beautiful even when off-screen
For it is truly their love with most gleen,
Which captivates me, just like sequin.
My queens and heroines,
So amazing, yet so beyond reach of my means.
If only I could see them leave their limousine,
But alas I'm less than who deem them as so mean.
Mayrine Mayrine
such a wonderful scene
Not just another Queen
But a picture
from which I'd gleen
A happiness of
the here after
The eyes of an angel
but fairy of awe
No wings on her back
but beauty without flaw
I could only wish
while the world
would outlaw
My love so imaginative
the wonderful things
it saw
Mayrine Mayrine
Such a beautiful scene
at times you made me
feel like a King
The picture from which
I'd gleen
The happiness
I've never ever seen
Another cabinet of curiosity
What's your super ability
Where endless are the possibilites
What's your philosophy
when it comes to Deuteronomy
Does it carry into Timothy
Do you judge with intensity
And when it comes to invincibility
are you armed with infallibility
or caressed with creativity
What's your identity
As it concerns this activity
Must it be immediatly
and in the immediate vicinity
Can you preform professionally
with perpetuity somehow with duplexity
Or are we still plagued with jealousy
Are your claims contradictory
And all we see just a mystery
And what do we gleen simply from history
something unearned by His posterity
something we learned about super ability
Bob the buzzard is colour blind i think
he doesnt think a flamingo should be pink,
say he has seen many and he knows
that flamingos are blue in Galapagos.
buzzards eyes gleen as he watches them feeding,
now buzzards are big but surely he is exceeding,
tbe size of his hunger no way can he swallow,
a flamingo even if his stomach is hollow
he flew onto its back they looked eye to eye
^get off^ said tbe flamingo, shoo go fly,
buzzard swaggered lost grip on floor did land,.
down came flamingos foot on his head he did stand.
Bob saw stars begged to be freed said he
would never fancy a blue or pink flamingo again for tea
penned 19 January 2019
contest sponsored by Anthony Slausin...Buzzards and flamingos
Fireflies flicker and flutter beneath the dancing trees
exotic breezes whisk and whisper through limbs and leaves
The Golden Goddess of Garden Glen breaths evergreen
Her elfish essence is magic and Her spirit gleens
for it's merely a moment at the wonder She whiles
She wiggles and giggles and then She snickers and smiles.
She's not really a Goddess nor is She a Princess
She's more of a mystical, magical Enchantress
She is The Garden's gleaming, glistening Governess
a caldron song singer, a spell casting Sorceress
She starts with Her essence then stirs Her spirit divine
She drips dragon tears, then simmers slow with sweet sunshine.
Simple solution of spellbound myth and mystery
secretly sublime not found, hidden in history
not mountain high, valley low nor places in between
is the glowing gleen of The Garden Glen's evergreen
it is just East of the sun and Southwest of the moon
in a place where clouds and castles float and stars are strewn
entry date 7/26/2015
post date 7/05/2014
to be and to see
them stand by a wall
or water fall
and the gleen
that shine from behind
after all
theyer of race and face
that or
BALD
to be and to see
them stand by a wall
or water fall
and the gleen
that shine from behind
after all
theyer of race and face
that or
BALD
or they clean
have a gleen
or a sheen
or is this just a drem
i thank of you
washing your in a pail
taken care of your
NAILS
if you need to be clean
and see gleen
here how to do that
look up on the rack
and put it on the
stand
and wash your hands
if its old
do your cloth
but don't moke
or doke
uese the
SOAP
The day not spent in logic, soar esteem
gives bending of the way by fools that preen
for entity, while wholeness in thee mean,
no fullness rectifies its closest ream.
And virtue seeking less, does search its gleen
from yesterday, the taunt's continuing scene
does loosen not but goads to its extreme,
as faith confirms insight to might have been!
'Tis then I know God't trust to gather dream
and pursue to His just convicting scheme.
No castles of invest but wholeness' lien
is in thy homing's must ~ as closer, keen!
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