awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill
easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
Categories:
hardily, word play,
Form: ABC
my muse is plotting every inch of my time today
I try to escape but there is actually no way
on writing poetry and fiction, she is hardily keen
I cannot refuse Trixie, for she is insanely mean
no prepositions, she orders me in a stern way
But verbs and adverbs are okay, for they are merry and gay
On a pristine white page Trixie writes the rules down
She adds that I am a goof pot, a weirdy cat and a clown.
I would like to escape Trixie, but she’s solidly in my head.
She plants ideas in my imagination while I’m in bed.
Hey, Trixie, don’t you have an uncle or cousin to go see?
She laughs at my anguish, making more fun of me.
Categories:
hardily, muse,
Form: Rhyme
hairy ghoul added juice to gruel
daughter thought he was a big fat fool
mind your business he said
you recent undead
she turned to go to monster school
gruel was gurgling hardily so
thus, she did not mind having to go
she got her backpack
and shoes off the rack
yelled goodbye to those in dungeon below
Categories:
hardily, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Limerick
I am an observer of people, places, and things.
I have watched many of them mount up with wings.
I have rubbed shoulders with the good, bad, and ugly.
Some lingered awhile, and others departed suddenly.
The bad and the ugly always come in greater numbers
and seem to produce as hardily as summer cucumbers.
So, when we observe the good, we must treasure them
because it is they who light up our way when it is dim.
God has lovingly gifted them to us to be received as a prize.
We must honor, respect, and showcase them before their demise.
Categories:
hardily, people,
Form: Couplet
Were I to swim to the edge of the sea,
what splendid scene should await for me?
Would I behold the legendary town
with glittering brick roads and king’s famed crown?
Could I uncover the truth in the seed,
win a place in the king’s absolute creed?
Anoint my body, in sticky sap drown,
paddle to Guatavita and dive down.
Arise from the waters clean as a bead,
to the fest of El Dorado I’d lead.
No other exists so gilded, hands down,
an existence of gold — building and gown.
I’d join with the Muiscan folk, indeed
take up residence and full life proceed
to build again a foundation so sound
that none could purloin the gold around.
World befallen by avarice and greed,
best forgotten I hardily accede.
To such golden place without up or down
I’d ever exist in paradise found.
Categories:
hardily, fantasy, happy, history, longing,
Form: Ballad
Amaryllis
Blooms
Caterpillar
Dreams
Eating
Flowers
Gift
Hardily
In
Joy.
Kalmia
Like
Miniature
Nuzzling
Open
Parasols
Quiver
Radiance
Slightly
To
Unleash
Vibrant
Warm
Xemial
Youthful
Zest
8/5/2022
Xenial: Adjective used to describe a friendly relationship between a host and their guests
Categories:
hardily, flower,
Form: Abecedarian
A breathy caterwauling doesn’t evoke feelings glowing hardily
Impacting justification. Kindness leaves meaningful nuances
off-putting quiet responses,
surging toward unified victorious wins
‘xasperating your zaniest assemblies.
Categories:
hardily, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
WITH APOLOGIES TO MISS HARPER LEE
By Roy Merritt
It's a sin to kill a mocking bird
According to Miss Harper Lee
But I'm afraid I'll have to say
I hardily disagree
Because you know them birds
They're a pain in the rear
And if you don't believe that
Just one of them go near
Or even close to their nest
If they got some little chicks
They'll spot you right off bat
And start gettin' in their licks
They'll swoop down like you're a cat
Stalking their tiny sort
And screech like crazy birds
With an awful soundin' retort
They'll put their feet into your head
Having at your hair
And follow you like a fool
As you go runnin' everywhere
And I can't never recognize
What birds they're pretendin' to be
The sound is always terrible
No matter what sound it be
I don't hear no sparrow
Or cardinal or even a jay
I don't know the first darn one
That's all I got to say
So as far as I am concerned
Kill as many as you please
But before you do let me extend
My apology to Miss Harper Lee
I'm so very sorry Miss Harper Lee
So very sorry my dear Miss Harper Lee
Categories:
hardily, humor, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Torpedo grass is a noxious weed.
To gardeners, it’s a plant they don’t need.
Widespread, it almost never grows from seed.
Some botanists say it hails from Asia.
Others claim the plant comes from Africa.
Either way, this weed made it to America.
Panicum repens is its taxonomic name.
One of the fastest growing weeds is its claim.
The grass grows in wetlands and sand dunes rapidly.
The rhizomes grow along the ground horizontally.
It withstands heat and drought quite hardily.
The plant can be used for forage and made into hay.
However, most people don’t need it any day.
I thank wikipedia.org online encycylopedia for information I needed to write this poem.
Categories:
hardily, nature, science,
Form: Rhyme
Distance separates the pleasures
Of a touch never meant to be kissed
Once lost in void filled rainless
Clouds like tomorrow rewinds
As yesterday feasts upon my eyes
Won’t open to the realities of
Emotions felt only in an instant
Breathing shear insanity
Picking freckled leaves half buried
Under life’s sandy mounds over the moon
Smiles exist as inverse suicidal
Frowns burnt in noonday suns
Brilliant death’s lone conscious escape
Reside in tears never cried
Because if I told myself
Tomorrow is the day I saw
Perfection over my head is asked
My arm tattooed hypocrite
To a beach chair counted twice
Puddles of leg covered sand
Castles wash away tomorrow
Does not exist disguised as waves
Eroding yet tomorrow is merely a
Matter of a smiling Imani
Days migrate south for
Caribbean winters where
Vacations never end blissful
Loneliness plunges into feelings
Unknown a darkened abyss
Entreating a midday swim
Glancing neither right nor left
Fool hardily diving into
Tomorrow unknown
Tomorrow is not written
Tomorrow is not seen
Tomorrow is not heard
Tomorrow is not felt
Tomorrow is faith
The title is a Swahili name meaning "Faith"
Categories:
hardily, loss, sad,
Form: I do not know?
If I transformed myself into something
that feels no joy or expresses no feeling:
like those stones in the wilderness
that feel no warmth or coldness,
I'd get rid of this carnal lust...
not fearing what it may cost!
A long wait by the silent telephone
is like dying slowly
without ever knowing why;
I trusted in you like I trusted in God...
my mistake is all too believable:
I shouldn't have and spared me some misery!
I can't look out of this window
when winter covers these memories with snow;
loneliness has never been so despised
by me as it is right now,because my joy has faded
and it won't be remembered in spring...
when all the joyful robins sing!
A long wait by the silent telephone
is giving up the little hope I have inside...
as the evening invites the angry wind
to scatter all that was beautiful;
I fight with my anger: hardily seeing or learning...
losing the wisdom that brings understanding!
Categories:
hardily, lost love, sad, song-joy,
Form: Ballad