The topic at hand was Jack's carbuncle;
but all I heard was this absurd reply,
Jill sighed, "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle".
She hung up the phone as fast as pigs fly.
A carbuncle is one huge, giant boil.
Jill claims she observed a bright gloriole
resting 'top Jack's head, entwined in a coil;
his recessed eyes forever on a roll.
Pain in Jack's head and eyes had been spreading
slowly across his face from ear to ear,
while skies outside held a monkey's wedding.
Sunshine and showers made a rainbow appear.
Jack couldn't see it but this word's from Jill -
Opening the window, touching his head,
rainbow brought healing from their window sill.
Jack's eyes opened as that carbuncle fled.
Magic smells of petrichor, Jack will vouch
caused his cure in a miraculous way.
He testifies of damp dust on his couch.
Both know which's right, six ways from Sunday.
*a gloriole is a halo
February 20, 2018
Categories:
gloriole, pain, rain, rainbow, sun,
Form: Quatrain
The beauty of the day
Crisp cold air glistens in the sunlight
bright and glowing on the leaves,
pale saffron lemon jasmine hues,
touching tangerine apricot marmalade,
sweetened blush cherry rose sangria.
The world full of creatures
rambling through the trees
flitting fast and furious for food
whistling song chattering chirp crying coos
of warbled whistle wails of winter tide.
Soft sultry sensuous sun shine
clings to captured caravans in cold blue skies
gazers galvanizing the graying gates of change
autumn harvested leaf strewn maize turn to frost
ice crystal crackling crisp and white on glass.
Winter blows windward a gloriole corona
that lights the earth and speaks in silenced cold.
Seize the day.
Categories:
gloriole, analogy, winter,
Form: Carpe Diem
are best remembered by the promisee
when all the dust is cleared away,
when sparks of irony will flee
the anvil, as the hammer blows come down
upon a glowing blob of hope.
Although,
the price may be too high,
the words too dear to justify
a reach,
a frantic grasp,
or quell a nagging fear
that all the world is watching as
the enemy stalks quietly
outside the gate.
Not in the galaxy nor in
the petal of a flower, may anyone
presume to hold one fleeting facet of
the truth. Not in the sweep of time
or unimagined space may be contained
its substance.
And when the oath of loyalty is heard,
and words seem hollow, and absurd,
the citizen may smile and shake his head:
No, his promises are best enshrined
upon an open plain
where one must shout into the hurricane
and no one else may hear--then vanishing
into a gloriole of peace.
~
Categories:
gloriole, introspection, words, may,
Form: Free verse
Sweet smile and her kind eyes
brings out all her yips once at sight,
A charm lady and her honeyed voice
brings forth all her pureness her girlhood fistfight.
Longed emotions and assuasive cosmea
thrives out all her tears once at tormented,
A blissful mind and her bolshy heart
bents all her faiths her boded against enchanted.
Baffled her eyeses and elusive her temptations
whisk off her esteemed days of gloriole,
A worthy soul and her kiddo armories
all the way she makes me smile drawn-out for long time.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my Jr. Miss Chaitali Dash
Categories:
gloriole, dedication, friendship, happiness, lovesmile,
Form: Rhyme Royal