O Marchsillypus!
Sour apples, roaring dandelions
lambykins and daffodils
furglowering seeds
blown through sweetling fingers
and tweedy cantankerous fiends
with the fierceness of lions
toss the bouncing balls
of lollypopkins into streets
not made of gold
to save his much too lawngreen soul
except for honeysweet grandma types
who stomp on the old man’s toes
he cries with defeat
as his sprinkler tears torture more seeds to sprout
and poppop is forced to pat
candy-necklaced twins
softly on their wretched heads
his sentinel-wife sanctimonious with arrowslant eyes
will reprise a kick in his bumbum
if he doesn’t likewise pat their furpet
who tinkles and wrecks havoc
O sillysourpusskin
your dreams are afright
not for sun days but treacherous nights
3/10/2021
JUST A SILLY POEM!
To tremble in the glory of your eyes,
A slavish toy within your sweet embrace,
Entwined in bindings woven by your sighs,
Awakened by your breath upon my face.
You lead me onward with such loving grace,
As senses whirl in a different place,
A place where kisses taste of honeysweet,
And I become the dust beneath your feet.
If I should yield unto desire’s retreat
Open my heart to this, my lover’s call,
Will your soul join mine and make me complete,
Both freely tumbling in love’s wondrous shawl,
As leaves on the winds of a sensual fall,
Unity as you shroud me with your all.
Form: Choi's Sonnet
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