Crystal waters plumping the honeydews
and cascading through amusement park ride.
As tourists engage in espionage
in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms.
As graves of self sufficiency,
Communes of bagged embalm.
"Do What Thou Wilt","Do No Harm".
Spirit cooking, charms I"m sure.
Missing and exploited children bearing no arms.
Foreigners get precedence over
the Citizenry collage for the sake
of stirring the melting plot.
The coffers brim
and Scrooge McF swims past inflation,
reaps the rewards of child labor
at camp Whinnie the Pooh with pedophiles and containment lasers,
adds a zero and then again, while CBDC
cabalist coup hides the genesis
of their new technology,
obfuscates the code in block-chain,
snart contract chaser-
in lock-step
and unlocked surveillance,
laser focused,
poker face,
tazered for inconclusive shadow, ban.
As we sell our Sons and Daughters
to a not so brave New World.
Sold at half price for reverse mortgage
and a haptic iPhone holographic massage.
OnlyFans and Tic Tok trends.
Where does it end?
Where the SoyLent is green.
Where the Red Firm Grows.
Categories:
honeydews, art,
Form: Free verse
Heqtit spoke to the People
Who's selfishness: wishes to smear the
need of these people. Who strands there
own individual want to compromise the
need of people.
He stood before them and we asked him to be quiet.
We told him not to ruffle the feathers of these ultramean
verdictive wasps. We couldn't convey to him our need to
be said the rabbit. These wasps are not honeybees.
And that ain't honey that ya'll squawking over. We told
Mucky the Frog to chill and when the wasp finish eating the
sweet honeydews produced by the aphids. Can't tell him nothing.
He went over there where the wasp were
looking to snack on the
sap suckers, knowing these wasp would get him.
tongue out and hungry. On one stalk was about twenty aphids
Mucky went ah slerping all of them gone. Then he got to
where the wasp were and one wasp told him gone frog.
Mucky said slerp, slerp and then the wasp got'em. The big wasp
told him he was Zbutes I Ego, I found out later
they called him the Ego Tamer!
Categories:
honeydews, daffodils, dance, music, myth,
Form: Bio
At the fruit stand, in a box,
Were melons that, to me,
Were unfamiliar, not the
Ones I’m likelier to see.
No cantaloupes? No honeydews?
The fruit guy shook his head,
But pointed to the box which held
The green-skinned ones instead.
They weren’t watermelons, so
I asked what they were named.
The fruit man and his partner spoke
(Not English) and exclaimed:
“They’re called the sweetest melons.
You should try them – 2 for 5.”
I bought one (for 3 bucks) in hopes
That fruit men don’t connive.
I found it very strange, though,
That the produce in the cart
Goes by names the fruit men cannot
To their customers impart.
Categories:
honeydews, fruit,
Form: Rhyme
Words of love have many spills, harboring heartbreaks in their chills,
Birds of song upon yonder hills, singing sorrows amongst the daffodils…
We get lost within adoration, whirlpools drowning waters of flirtation,
Debris of love in mutation, with pendulous promises in rapid rotation…
Sunny days that slowly fade, lovers lost amidst their sentiment shade,
Honeydews that have been sprayed, only dilute as they stand decayed…
Whispers of love that evaporate, as the malevolent minds do magistrate,
Twisters surround and obliterate, the love we once had we watch deflate.
Nov.08.2019
Give Me 8 Lines of Rhyme
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placed 7'th...Thank you
Categories:
honeydews, betrayal, conflict, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Why can’t you stay? Your pretty views
are skies’ cerulean and the blues
of sweet wild blooms that I can see
beneath a sun that shines for me
like lemon crests on cockatoos!
Watermelon and honeydews -
I savor flavors in chartreuse.
But lilac days, how soon they flee!
Why can’t you stay?
Your lavender of June imbues
my soul with joy. Bring no adieus!
Let coral sun gleam endlessly
on aquamarine of a sea
turned tangerine. Bright saffron hues -
Why can’t you stay?
Aug. 15, 2017 for Dale Gregory Cozart's Seasonal Color Contest
Categories:
honeydews, color, summer,
Form: Rondeau
Atop the ice capped mountain
Residing in my cup
There flowed a creamy lava
A marshmallow cover up
The snow was flavored chocolate
Though the vast selection varies
With choices of all colors
From Honeydews to Cherries
Perhaps by now you’ve guessed it
This frozen, fun delight
We would call them snowballs
Joy for any summer’s night
Sno-cone, shaved ice, snow ball
A frigid alias, all three
No matter what you call it
Tonight, it's Egg Custard for me!
Categories:
honeydews, humor, summer, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
Of course I love you, the slang phrase Yo, men flirting O, sumptuous U, curse words aches to demolish the beauty of you, sweet sticky substance found on plants she's my honeydew, the sweetness of someone like you, is rare like a holographic card, O you, can a card explain you, cheap brand but great value, right love, what is left residue, drowning in Love Boo, I'll be a lifeguard and be honeydews rescue.
- Loverboi
Categories:
honeydews, love,
Form: Rhyme
You like black beans
I like red
You like parties
I like bed
You like me and I like you
We'll sell everything else
'cept our honeydews.
Categories:
honeydews, life,
Form: Burlesque
There was a sunny spot in my eye,
a region of riots and ripples,
a cause for resplendence
in mosaic mysteries
and myriad myths;
Tendrils and creepers,
ivies and myrtles
and an emblazoned bliss…
There was a sunny spot in my eye,
beyond the honeydews,
the hills and the hedges,
that nestled the we;
the you and the me…
Categories:
honeydews, love
Form: Free verse