Oh love defined
Might this troubled world to
See
In blissfulness
You and me
Wicked who oppose
Shall be redeemed
To speak us as one
Ah love redeemed
Sought the frails
Must They trouble
To find
I have a love
So sweet and kind
Oh mercy we
Might We to bare
Us redeemed
A concuss bare
Sweet the love
We pledge to share
To consimate
A humbled care
To procreate
And truffle not
We as one
And those begotten
they may not laugh
If they take my hand
We as one
Before a world to stand
Lovers cow
To be as one
Our new days
Have just begun
Whereas we
In joyful bliss
To stand as one
The pride in bliss
Happy we
As love unfolds
To stake our claims
And defined our goals
A banner of
Christ we bare
In joyful love
The mentions share
To be as one
To welcome in
Biides and grooms
Toast our new kin
Storms come
Tapper to showers
Calm returns
Earth making ready
For flowers
Sun reclaiming the sky
Rainbow~ prize-ribbon
Meadows gleaming
Bees tripping dutifully, busy
Matchmakers, introducing bloom
To bloom
Birds pairing, making nests
Brides and grooms, greeting guests
The valley quite a festive sight
Nature’s fond formal of Spring….
Contest: Seasons now and after
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 12.08.2025
Feel that pause between Summer and Autumn,
When the universe takes a relieved breath,
Before pulling the leaves to the bottom,
Where they fall to their silent crushing death;
Hear that sigh between Summer and Autumn,
Pregnant with the restless rustle of trees,
All good and ready for what God taught 'em,
Whispering soft the secrets of the breeze;
That break between Summer and Autumn's cool,
Change's needed, so's the time to just lie ~
The in-between time to face new shift's rule,
When Nature grooms itself to dye and die.
When the land was smooth, life brand-new
In Eden, there lived one, then two
Since the Earth's dawn, man walked as youth
Life brand-new, when the land was smooth
In the garden were two sweet blooms
Under the care of watchful grooms
Viscous phrases made ears harden
Two sweet blooms were in the garden
Between grapevines, our foe hid
Still in great ruling halls amid
Presents his wrath like mocking wines
Our foe hid between grapevines
Broken cisterns marking his path
Like mocking wines presents his wrath
The cast of youth weakly discerns
Marking his path, broken cisterns
Jezebel
the racehorse
with wolves
she was found
To run
in the daytime
by moonlight
she howled
Her stable
was cave like
her food
freshly killed
Smart jockeys
won’t ride her
no matter
how skilled
In May
was The Derby
with roses
askew
As trainers
and grooms
stood in fear
at high noon
She had
to be victor
or hell
would arrive
With Jezebel
eating
the winner
— alive
(Rhymes From The Nursery: July, 2025)
your hurt, my hurt
they echo one another~
betrayal spares
n
o n
e
Written May 6, 2025, For Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Red on green traffic run,
hasty flags of pink shun
one hour before high sun.
Feel the surge of spate wind,
icy kiss grooms the rind
tiptoe through rush hour, timed.
Hexaline Form Created by Nette Onclaud: 6 lines with 6 syllables, Rhyming or not
Angels are humanoids with bird- like wings.
Travel fast changing locations with swings.
They’re perceived as other worldly soul forms.
They guide and tell humans about His norms
They're messengers between God and mankind.
They discharge His orders that are defined.
They pull out negative power and heal.
We read about them with a lot of zeal
Angels reincarnate into cute girls.
Immaculate with pure hearts as white pearls
They carry legacy to grooms' houses
Connect the families as best spouses
They're the best managers and serve both ends.
Shower love and bliss with more dividends
They build lineage and family trees
Daughters! A family's real trustees
Confetti kisses parade happy face
Joyful tears baptizing licorice lips
Not only was a beautiful day made
But heart is doing butterfly flips
Grooms and bridesmaids chant
Newly wed husband and wife dance
Crowns our world with clouds, green plants and waters.
Sun, moon, stars, rains and rainbows ~ its daughters
Their beams from far in one dead outer space.
Atmospheres pack airs into its vast vase.
Sparks up lights to send armies of thunders,
To shake warriors with earthly blunders,
Hills whispers to snow to fall on their laps,
Leaves dance while each cloudburst fills up their wraps.
Sun shines as gold giving lives to shadows,
that are models for the smiles ~ each night chose.
With their hearts beaming as twinkling blazes ~
which bring sleeps, dreams and nightmares in phases.
Every year, seasons pretend to be grooms,
To marry cold or heat in fine costumes ~
mariages that last just a short while,
But they still return in a bigger style.
Another election year
Hate seems everywhere
A mist of righteousness fills the air
Hate seems everywhere
Everywhere just look around
Hate so easy to be found
Unamazed why so many choose it
It is so easily to be fueled
Amazed how so many find it
So easily to be cruel
Hate seems everywhere
Everywhere, all around.
An unpleasant stench that surrounds
Turn down the discouraging nouns
Hate seems everywhere
Spew through emotions so unclear
Grooms an ignored atmosphere
in abyss of life's despair
Fed by paranoia and told fears
Becomes a common behavior
around election year
Hate seems everywhere
groom wore the traditional scottish kilt
harmonious wedding day
both families were excited
no one understood motives of the groom
the bride was thrilled with her man
he moved her far away
he successfully isolated her
she was tired and confused
he became her savior
ten life insurance policies later…
he camouflaged her murder
thinking he would collect
the authorities figured out his plan
convicted him for murder
he collected nothing
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four
Young Annabelle Lee
went off to see
if she could find some posies
in her pretty dress,
hair in a mess,
and little pink bare toesies.
But every boy that she did meet
from Tom to Dick to Harry
(each and all potential grooms)
gave her a little flower treat.
So many boys, so many blooms
she found them hard to carry.
Back home she went,
embraced in scent
did Annabelle Lee;
now smiling with glee.
Quetzalcoatl, Moloch, NASA, SkyNet, poisonous satellites
in pink and green, roam
The Earth, raining reversed
Rockets of the bloody fountain
Discord of the Deep hordes,-
reins in reign of 3 "3 of swords"
and flowery deceiving words of their-
Anti- Trinity
Bot blinks in analytical tink
Tinkerbell grooms saloon for victims,
exposes lice and the heat
Sprays foul graffiti on your door
Hentai, monsters, expletive leech
On all fours, vomitous speech
Aries horned worm Moon covers the Sun
Like black sack-cloth of hair
It turns to blood
Beheaded worshippers
Tailgaters of Ephraim
The Verdant Valleys given
Unto Black Weddings of Days
The head roams and swims
Free from constraints
No unified body
Rockets shot at the eclipse
In passing
They defy resource's warning in lieu
of their Marshall unveiling, to propose
Wages of sin- pay for commodity
Bot flashes till shut down,
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