high spirited historians have had hissy high-jinx over alternative facts
interestingly, instilling intentional intellectual events with integrity intact
juxtaposing jurisprudence juggling judgmental journalism best they can
Keeping knowledge kosher
legalizing ledgers in the land
Categories:
high jinx, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
She is a low life skank
Trailer trash honey
Dressing all up
And taking your money
But I would trip her if I saw her
And spill my coffee on her dress
And make her into disheveled mess
And yes darlin,
She done you wrong,
So I wrote this song....
Your wife should not napalm your life
To sleep with all your friends
That was no way to make amends
It makes her just a hussy
And a low class ****
And there is no makeup or outfit That can dress that up
You can’t pull that kind of high jinx
And expect any man,
to ever fall for you again
So she will be alone, just wait and see
And we can sing about it and someday laugh you will see
Love you Cowboy Poet, this was not your fault . (C) Artimus Susan Manley 10:55 AM 10/30/23
Categories:
high jinx, betrayal, break up, friend,
Form: Lyric
Dawn
awakes
bright cities
deep moonlit snooze
when autumn pageant’s
covert vanishing trail
exits on the sly behind
a stoic gem plinth while cheerful
denizens asses black grain pepper
clouds afloat as dark cobalt skylines watch
Gust
chill noon
might sense its
life hub platform
shiver between months
October curtain may
droop o’er high-speed dream chaser
without some red orb scintilla
or the faraway treasure trove break
from taut humdrum routine office zeitgeist
Oak
and ash
or cherry
trees in the shade
adding splashes of
colour to town verges
between day long transitions
kaleidoscope on sweet gum hue
orange, red, burgundy foliage
caress tired eyes of street inhabitants
Light
swaying
lantern’s arc
cast magic tints
at high jinx urban
throngs inside and those who
loiter on the coffee dock
margins awestruck by picture perfect
fall where countryside meets asphalt sprawl hub
Categories:
high jinx, appreciation, autumn, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Etheree
In the light of autumn skies,
one might sense this blind turbulent endeavour,
raptures veering like some wanton thunderstorm,
behind dark moon frost allure,
amber leaf vortex among bemused grey clouds,
gust-ridden disco blue hue,
tumbling high jinx from skyline moist beams,
damp rot urban shed cluster,
nomad squatter plight,
so at odds with pending freeze,
summer folly red blaze passed,,
heatwave immigrant rues latent scorn,
a strained close quarter riddle,
never ending once an everlasting phase,
now deep chill month outlier,
sunshine and wet portent’s quaint platform, eccenteuc tide or mere blot, mud-splattered ocean grazing bleak ink stain pier, lone wolf lifebuoy weeps,
shifting sand element's interval
Categories:
high jinx, beautiful, beauty, birth, color,
Form: Suzette Prime
spring high jinx
lusty sunbeams jive
rowdy clouds do fandangos ~
gusty winds kiss kites
ducklings surf the pond
fuzzy goslings in high jinx ~
willow trees hula dance
spring stars waltz the sky
wink at comets streaking by ~
corn planting moon sighs
rowdy zephyrs whoosh
corralling spindrift laces ~
crazy clouds spiral
shifting clouds speak riddles
guess the shape of changing clouds ~
new green shoots tickled
whirlwind pranks tumble
hijack dandelion puffs ~
moonbeams tease midnight
5-26-22
Categories:
high jinx, fun, spring,
Form: Haiku
A gust of wind with a chill on its tail
rushes through the trees in gray and pale,
high up in the naked branch
tiny spectral lights begin to twinkle and dance;
a shiver and a blink ties us to hazy unseen high jinx
where hard shell insect hide their flashing winks,
each seeks warmth, some hiding shelter in place
while in the house they entwine in curtained lace.
The stink bug with magic transparent wings abuzz
hide in the pleated drapes warmed and well gloved
and on their pumpkin seedlike backs,
the mottled brown antenna stacks
are tiny fairies, garden nymphs unambiguous
venturous, charming, winged, naughty, mischievous
slipping in and out the backdoor screens,
secret, safe, secure in imaginary November dreams;
it's just a tiny magical bug, burrowed in the rug
and it teases my dog to lay down and roll around
captive to their scent and sound.
for Caren Krytsinger;s November Twinkle Fairy
11/17/19
Categories:
high jinx, insect, november,
Form: Rhyme
accursed creepily haunting
Phantasmagoria wraiths
vandalize residents psyches
within their sleep induced state
Sublimation shunts
slumbering souls
unknowingly held hostage
successfully sacrificing
Semi-smothered silent species
snoring simians steadfastly succumb
subsequent sibilant sounds
woo woebegone wicked transmogrification
dilapidated divested bodies deposited
wizard waves wand
watching whirling wretched lovely bones
whipsawing (in toto) within abyss
whooshing whistling wheezing
whets warlocks appetite wakening
brutish nasty nightmare
sinister hulking spirits
steal assorted corporeal essence
monstrous mashing somnambulant
mephistophelian shadowy satanic satyrs
supremely swallow senior citizen bankers
deep within catacombs
of Highland Manor,
deadened defeated Delphic Oracle
relegates human husks,
viz spent embodiments
to the under world lay siege
sinisterly seeding, via sinister spirits
one pure evil particularly wicked
witch thy capering
sickening ghastly plot against
unsuspecting spouse snatched
parch trey gnarled warty claws.
Categories:
high jinx, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Step aside, bruh ...
you’re in the way
Can’t you see that progress
is being stymied ... moving backwards
not forward
Hard earned labor now taken away
Constitutional high jinx:
changing the law
Democratic voodoo:
shrunken heads plotting in a closed voting booth
Every official act done
is shrinking your liberty too
Step aside, sista ...
you’re in the way
They’re taking us backwards,
from the ghetto projects to a Stonehenge cave
If you’re not part of the solution,
you’re a problem child
They’re blocking us in,
moving the goal posts again
You need to focus ... gain cultural clarity
Get past the who to the why
For your posterity
are you brave enough to die?
If not, then get out of the way,
quit stumbling blocking
You’re too comfortable where you lay,
apathy is a sin ...
For the wrong things, you always pray
Aimlessly wandering,
with your G.P.S. needle wildly spinning
Your sense of direction
is blown askew in the wind
You’re in my way,
so step aside ...
Or you’re gonna have a bad day —
New enemy, old friend
seems you’re going the wrong way again
Categories:
high jinx, society, truth, urban,
Form: Bio