One bee out of many in f l i g h t~~~~
Arrived in my garden in f r i
g h t
It danced on my
c u p
Then
s
u
c
k
e
d
up a sup
And s t u n g through my glove
o u t
of spite
one lone glove with so much power,
to split bold hearts and make lives cower
to crush the future with absent kiss;
the glove she left, did more than this.
Just last night I awoke from a dream
Sat up in bed and started to scream
Like a funeral pyre
It set my hole on fire
I sure could use some hemorrhoid cream
But I went to the doctor instead
He told me to bend over the bed
Before anyone knew
It dropped down to my shoe
And sat there looking swollen and red
The doctor said I'll give it a shot
But it's going to hurt you a lot
That's when he scratched his head
Tossed it up on the bed
And then tied the damn thing in a knot
Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth a’grit
Grasping his precious jewels
The tens unit clung
Crank that cruel switch to eleven so
His unborn kids will know he was stung
A blindfolded face, cigarette tastes,
Tighty-whities, and a Big Mac burger,
A boxing glove hits a fragile place
So he screamed that his meat was murdered
Hot sauce dares with a barren gut
The bottle beckons, its all for good fun
Capsaicin will rain hell upon his you know what
Chug the demon’s drizzle and the damage is done
Office chair races down a favorite hill
Speeding down through memory lane
On my way towards a hefty dentist bill but
Jackassery is always worth the pain
Rock fights in mud is a childish leisure
With a soundtrack of chuckles and thuds
Growing up simple and hollow is a pleasure
When your friends are a bundle of duds
i rode a camel
this
morning, and forgot
to buy the morning paper
but
my three-year-old daughter
saw her first
ever tv interview and asked;
"what's that man doing
with that massive lollipop?"
let's not dwell on stats
that don't
really mean anything
when
they removed me
from the
womb
i grabbed a top hat and mic and said to
the doc,
"your twitter account is still pumping out crypto adverts mate."
Fear you announce to whom you love
Shaking their hands yours in glove,
The rich foods into your mouth shove
While watched by one you think you love.
Then, you are below not above,
For much skewed is your show of love:
You never will rank with the Dove;
In dreams your type gods away drove
Try with children to wild streets rove,
Round a town taking a zestful drove:
This I brand the quite social love;
Also, the sharing of one's stove
Or machines that new garments wove.
Quote: She was from the French side of town a red jolie
He was from Italian blood, all fingers & thumbs, oh boy !
Mitten: I don't understand why you had to separate the fingers
Glove: Because if I don't, they will start to (litigare)... fight,
Mitten: but you know fingers are stronger when together (non?)
Glove: not in my part of the world, every fork has its drawer
Mitten: (sigh) they need to learn to get along Gianglovetti
Glove: Cara, if you let them dance together, they will wrestle
soon a snowball hit the center of Mitten and she yelled heh !
another hit Gianglo he caught then pitched, "return to sender"
as the snowball fight ended the fingers cold and blue asked
should we mitt it or glove it, well its really up to you,
some do choose to gather, pool together and stay warm
others choose the soldier stance, just in case the storm ?
January 6, 2023
I love Mittens; they're so warm and cosy.
When harsh winds blow, that makes cheeks rosy
Thick woollen mittens do the trick
These are the hand warmers my hands pick.
Just slip your hand inside the mitt
The opening is like a slit
With a thumb at the side
Which your thumb will comfortably slide.
Mittens are so easy to wear
No way fussy gloves can compare,
Fingers can freely wiggle,
In mittens, you do not have to jiggle
Your fingers, one by one,
Like some,
Who's hands prefer gloves.
My hands like to feel free,
Gloves are too restricting for me,
It takes time to take them off
Gloves are worn mainly by toffs.
Hands of toffs are not smitten
Wearing casual, cosy mittens,
We use our hands every day
So they're entitled to have their say,
Mittens, Mittens, every time
Hands think mittens are divine,
Casual, warm, and so cosy,
When harsh winds blow, that makes
Cheeks rosy
31.12.2022
Only once he declared his love
And Ann ready for Christ above:
When will they try blind Cupid's glove;
Into each other's mouth food shove?
Only once he had Ann bedded
And then they joyfully wedded:
Some kind of connubide test-run;
Hardly-turn- down satanic fun...
Yet the sin that easily fades;
Not obvious in the hair Ann braids!
Only once he had Ann's cheeks snacked
But until now has the day marked,
As Ann's moves,since then,had been mapped,
Most of the times acting the trapped!.
A replacement for physical love
Is a more emotional love that rises above
Lasts a lifetime
World's in rhyme
A love that fits like a perverbial glove
Let Dawn Its Sweet Embrace, Fit Me Like A Warm Glove
When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.
O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!
When spirit has been broken, life sees only black
Weeping soul asks, sincere prayer, please give her back
O' lord, please gift me courage, courage I now lack!
When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.
O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!
Robert J. Lindley, 3- 27- 2022
Ah, those lovely relationships,
so close, like a hand in a glove..
Till one wonderful Spring Day,
They toss you off a cliff, with a
most powerful shove!
There is nothing to regret, for you
more than loved, nay honored them
in public, with all your heart.
Just look to the sky, you know your
value and with joy, then, do in
God’s welcoming, twilight...depart!
4-10-2022
Wore Love Like A Glove
have worn all my love
always would fit like a glove
sent from heaven above
Jim Horn
The twilights arouse revived love
The type that makes you reach above
The feeling that’s calm like a dove
Shows two fit as one like a glove
Stanza taken from Hope, Faith and Love, originally posted on August 19, 2014
This post is for the Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R Barden
Posted on September 26, 2020
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