There was a chef famous for his quiche
Crowds came in and paid lots of baksheesh
Feds came into town
they busted his crown
for his quiche was sprinkled with hashish
Categories:
heady, drug, food, giggle, happy,
Form: Limerick
Heady Cocktail
Sometimes there comes a
grace with growing up
cruising into the
autumn of life
alive and well
now the rush of looking in
the mirror most mornings
in total amazement at being
comfortable with who looks back
through crows foot eyes
and steel gray whiskers
which seem to speak of
reckless paths and risky
choices long since made
so today, in an autumn
rich with colors, music
and the heady cocktail
of experiences had
and dreams yet to manifest
that grace envelops me
and it tickles…
Categories:
heady, blessing, imagery,
Form: Free verse
HEADY MINDS
Our minds project and name:
this realization is rumbling
underneath our shadows and struggle..
Is it not amazing
that externals are projections
awaiting..but not long.. for their names
eagerly provided by heady minds..
This realization reverses
our notions..those heady beliefs
of separation as wisely undeniable..
Although the rumbling often seems
fleeting and faint
not reportable in shadowy newsdays
real Happiness is found seeping in...
Categories:
heady, emotions, inspirational, obituary,
Form: Blank verse
( In memoriam - the heady days of draft, hippies, moon-landing and Gloria Steinem)
When Armstrong landed on the distant moon
It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams.
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
In jungles abroad there were painful screams.
It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams,
A father and his son fought side by side.
In jungles abroad there were painful screams,
Hard-headed woman would mores deride.
A father and his son fought side by side,
So where do the children play in these times?
Hard-headed woman would mores deride,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime.
So where do the children play in these times?
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime
When Armstrong landed on the distant moon.
~02 Jun 2016~
Syllable count - 10 syllables per line (via www.how many syllables.com)
Titles From Cat Steven (Yusuf Islam) Numbers:
Armstrong
Wild world
Father and son
Hard headed woman
Where do the children play
Categories:
heady, culture, dedication, freedom, memory,
Form: Pantoum
Layering stroke by stroke
the syllables of filtered mist's breath,
eastern winds spin like a circle of tropical
fish and flower beds on a lattice...
and the soft tresses of this air pours
on wayfarers sort of crystal beads new.
Then another circle whistles
inside my flesh, a sponge... an oasis,
bathing loin towel of morn dawning;
how its flavor speaks and lifts
trinkets of jeweled drops
to lightly swirl away.... mid way.
Wind Contest: SKAT's
8/29/2015
Categories:
heady, magic, wind,
Form: Light Verse
Lilacs in bloom, heady bouquet,
for just a short time with us they stay.
Gone as quickly as the month of May.
So enjoy them before they fade away.
~~for Brian Strand's 'One Single
Four Line end rhyme' contest~~
Categories:
heady, nature
Form: Rhyme
Eyes closed, he leans back into comfort,
The lulled background music is his pillow.
Weary head swaying to the sound of the song,
The music massages the very knots of his life.
A single candles flickers, casting shadows,
It's eerie light conflicting comfort with doubt.
Tranquility envelopes him as he draws deep sigh,
Dispelling the grime of life, exhaling unwanted.
A column of smoke lazily spirals upwards,
A pensive thought for the cigarette moment.
Taking to the lungs with a need not equalled,
Working it's magic, freeing his tension, he floats.
Surreal madness captured in passing thought,
As the fingers of the night reach out to him.
In a smoky haze he spirals to total satisfaction,
Relaxed to the point of slumber, willingly he concedes.
©.L.Kelly
Categories:
heady, peace, upliftingmusic, music,
Form: Free verse
White,
double
daffodil-
early thrill
sprinkles Spring's aroma upon my sill.
Categories:
heady, nature, seasons
Form: Tetractys