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Pretend

Pretend


Pretend that you didn’t have a twin sister
Who lived in a little flat
Pretend there weren’t bright flower pots outside
Where in summertime, she sat


Pretend that she didn’t have two tiny dogs
Who accompanied her everywhere
Pretend that she didn’t bask in the sun
Atop that beautiful field over there


Pretend that there wasn’t a little shop
Where she liked to buy sweet candles
Pretend she didn’t suffer from an illness
That -even you- could not handle


Pretend that you didn’t lose her forever
And that in the woods you walk
Pretend that you sit on your bench together
Laugh gregariously and talk


Pretend that you could have saved her
That you had visited her that day
Pretend that you had helped her
And that she would still be here today

Live

See the birds and butterflies
Flying west carefree
Whilst some birds gather gregariously 
On old eucalyptus tree.

Daytime sunny radiance 
Visible exposure 
For underneath and beneath 
Those whom seek to know her.

Heed the glory of the light
On the Earth from sky 
Note life all forms how thus born
And Identify…

For admiring is inspiring 
When under our great sun
Though better with no fetter
To be a part and one.

Embers

Intuition flares,
prancing in ostentatious circles,
feather-tip proud.
Lugubrious grey wigs 
speckle gregariously
bedecked by flamboyant gems:
they flicker frustratingly
in stifled Regency ballrooms.

Our embers, in contrast,
are quiet. Shushed. 
They wallow in dark corners, 
hidden from prying eyes.
Predators.
Our collective eyelid
flutters closed:
too shy, subduing to privacy.
A silent tear streaks 
our collectively cold face.

Science ensnares our senses,
making ordinary life dim - 
blindingly darkened;
teetering on Boredom’s knife edge –
we long to carve it free;
infuse new scarlet veins
into its unthinking, meaty flesh,
stoking a smothered fire,
rekindling its earthy, 
endearing embers.

Grotesque Green Germs

Grotesque green grandpa and grandma goblins gratifying greasy gravies.
Gregariously greeting grateful guests who are going goat-herding in Greenland.
Glimpsing grievous grandchild who gobbles greasy gravies greedily, 
Grandma and Grandpa gives Gabe, their gallivanting grandson a glimpse of
Grotesque germs giggling and gallivanting in grease.   Gabe is good-natured
as he gobbles, and gasps at the germy gunky gravy.

Balmy Beach

Particular palms protecting private Pop’s Polynesian Paradise.
Bashful bountiful beaches brazenly beguiling busy banana boats.
Gregariously greeting gracious green grass generating gloriousness.
Formidable foams frolicking forever free from formulating fickleness.
White wisps wandering wonderfully within wilderness's willful wistfulness.

A B C Poem To Rev My Engines

Alabaster annoyance 
Blatantly breathes bulbous brightness
Cadaverous comedy caring 
Daintily during delicate delivery
Exciting elderly enigma.
Furious fiery feeler
Gregariously greets
High-handed hustler
Ignoring imaginative immediates
Jauntily jeering judiciously.
Kangaroo kisses kibitzes
Leaving luxurious loners
Merrily masticating mincemeat.
Never-do-wells needing knowledge
Ostentatiously officiate on orange orangutans.
Precariously polite Pomeranians
Quietly quiz querulous quoters
Reposing rapidly ruining
Still sassy strenuous strikers
Turning toward Tuesday tournaments.
Understandably unprecedented underlings
Vindicate vicious vagrants
While wishing waxy widows would
‘xpect ‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtras.
Youngish yellow yowls yipping
Zipping zany zebras’ zealous zero zone.

My Blue Cheese Is Bacon

MY BLUE CHEESE IS BACON

Crispy, well-done with lettuce and tomato on toast
with mayonnaise or miracle whip, a touch to my lips,
but how my mind races when soggy tomato does coast
down my tongue with wobbly, undercooked slips
of gristly bacon. I try to hide my displeasure from my host
as I gregariously gag, snipping at bites, pleasure to kip.
I’ve finally washed the slippery eel down with the most
satisfying glass of milk and smile whilst crunching potato chips.

1/11/2017

Like a Star In the Sky

L-ike a star in the sky
Y-ou're shining in the night; 
N-everending gleam makes space a dancing light.

H-igh above the clouds, 
O-ver the midnight moon; 
L-ike a star in the sky, 
L-ooking so gregariously boon.
O-ne of the brightest stars, you rise above the crowd; 
N-ewest twinkle in your eyes makes the whole world proud.

V-iew in the whole of you
I-s truly so amusing; 
L-ike a star in the sky, 
L-ighting up the surrounding.
A-s sun is brightly rising, 
F-eeling happy in the day; 
L-ike a star in the sky
O-n the third night of May.
R-adiance and reflection
E-xpress not the cry nor sigh; 
S-parkling glint in sight, like a star in the sky.

Open Walkway

black panther run me down
black panther steel my crown
black panther always wins
black panther again begins

white wolf walk with me
white wolf talk with me
white wolf wants to win
white wolf, begin again

water human warmly smiles
water human flaunts all styles
water human carelessly flows
water human gregariously grows

Consistently Inconsistent

I’m hesitantly ecstatic,
And devoutly Republicratic,
A conservative eclectic,
And a pragmatic romantic.

I scoff at reality,
I’m a collection of coined morality,
I’m a gracious curmudgeon,
And everyone’s conundrum,
Does this make me gregariously timid?
Or just consistently inconstant?

Riverside

Riverside, the house
had long windows,
the sort you step outside

My reflection from the outside,
and if I really stared
I could see into the rooms.

Chairs mainly,
with old Alzheimer people
waiting to die

Occasionally they would see me staring,
and would wave gregariously
from another age


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Note - Periods were deliberately left out, but one was
needed after "rooms".

5/10/2015

Contest - Screwed VII

Sponsor - rob carmack

A win

Slimbridge Wetland Centre

Conceived in nineteen forty six
By naturalist, Sir Peter Scott,
This wetland paradise now thrives
And teems with ducks and geese and swans.

The wild geese drew Scott to the marsh,
The flood plain of the river Severn,
Where countless wintering wildfowl stop
Upon their migratory journey.

There’re nine varieties of swan
And more than twenty types of geese,
Not to mention ducks by the dozen
With varying plumage through the seasons.

Flamingos, elegant on stilts,
Gather gregariously together.
They make a brilliant splash of colour,
Frome palest pink to brightest orange.

Some stars will often steal the show –
The friendly Nene (Hawaiian Goose);
No fear of man, almost extinct,
Till Scott encouraged breeding pairs.

That shrill cacophony of sound
Which drifts across the shining lake
Is made by happy Whistling Ducks
That yearn to share their thrill of life !

Andean Geese in regal splendour,
Proud pairs that strut upon the shore,
Each one so full of self-importance
That smaller ducks will keep well clear.

Our visit now is near its end;
We bid farewell to feathered friends
And leave with glowing memories
Of Slimbridge on the Severn marsh.

Im Afraid of Your Face

gregariously aloof and whimsical
flighty and shifty,
formless...

a rigid basis of logic
protects the wavering light,
setting the course for those without a course.

the time and emotion are one,
intervals aligned,
vulnerable yet persistent.

often harmed...

Where

where chambered feelings once were kept
levied love that now breaks through
overflowing and forming a pool
in the depths of my soul

where thoughts and dreams from my heart are swept
from an accordion folder in my mind's depths
memories painted on blue sky canvass
without a cloud in sight

where love flows inward over sandy shores
gregariously, we allow for more
a Crescent moon shines from above
a blanket of stars to catch my fall

Pc Challenged

It’s not that I am bald;
It’s just that I am follicly challenged.
It’s not that I am short;
It’s just that I am vertically challenged.
It’s not that I am fat;
It’s just that I am sveltely challenged.

It’s not that I am Caucasian;
It’s just that I am pigmentationly challenged.
It’s not that I am boring;
It’s just that I am gregariously challenged.
It’s not that I am clumsy;
It’s just that I am gracefully challenged.

It’s not that I am a racist;
It’s just that I am diversity acceptance challenged.
It’s not that I am a cheat;
It’s just that I am monogomistically challenged.
It’s not that I am lazy;
It’s just that I am motivationally challenged.

It’s not that I am being sarcastic;
It’s just that I am political correctedness challenged.

(NOTE:  Please do not think I am all of those things…It is just a poem.)

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