Aurora: "the rest of the summer, its blank night sky, that twinkles softly with graceful tries to blend the softness of the night with deepening lulls that musically alight."
Lucifer: "I vaingloriously instate another well of darkness upon the firmament escape, little doves and coy wolves, deities like us must press our luck."
Uraeal: "Insipid, really."
Kate: "The longest field in this place of woe should call the calling pigeon and pigeonhole our goals."
RK: "Oui Oui these said it was best, I'd look to a new heaven but havens come rent."
arophc varuag: "I came for lit happenings I see now today, the main little droves have gone to back horseplay."
PW1: *Realizes he is needed near the well, but turns for a morsel of the usual melody*
The forbidden one: *Catches up with the gamblers who have gambled with the day*
Zeus: "I venture forsook thee as thy often finds the book is readied its spine in its prime."
Helel: "Only the few have found such fortunes like a cookie from China that has yet to be opened."
DR Dragon: "For half of this time, I shan't read a thing that isn't the bribe."
---End of act III---
Perfect, we met on Cupid’s day;
but for mercurial horseplay
of the limbo bar.
Marriage tested with high-low games.
Imperfectly, we match; two flames -
and yet here we are.
Their gracefulness during dressage
Brings us bliss like we're on a hajj
We know to repay
Horseplay on display
With a sweet spa pedi massage
the gossip goes that the lad O'Shea
stands accused of mischief and horseplay
worse ~ caught righthanded at the town café
looking for a quick and easy payday
now he's laying low in some forsaken hideaway
waiting to make a swift getaway
trying his best to outrun judgment day
in his best friend's brand new Chevrolet
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Little Blue Jay, carry me away
To a hammock in the forest shade
In play, away from this gray day
To a bright gay day and fade
Make way so, we can fly un-delayed.
Little Blue Jay, that sweet serenades
Summer ray showers spray.
Carry me away over grass blades
And butterflies in horseplay
Around dandelion's green-way.
In the world without you
Under the shade of trees
Or on the surface of Grass
People bathe the sunshine
Or have horseplay or chat
A world you left behind
While it is in someone"s mind,
Your eyes saw the scene being
So much kindness in the land
The posterity of your time is
And the priority of them comes
A world without you standing
In the crowd and singing
Wanders your soul and mind
Among the trees or across the hill
With innocence being made
And appealing being denied
Each willingness running happily
Even when the butterfly dancing
In the air and in the flowers
Your lover's murmurs heard
For your absence by eyes
And your being around by hearts
?
Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Fanning breath stirs the heavily laden;
transforms and redraws like playful charades,
prepping, and grooming, all the misshapen.
A pastor's mural paints pure from trespass,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Prismatic design grounds tell-tale stained glass
and forest steeples are Redwood's crusades.
Kids taking the plunge, multihued cascades,
succumb to trampling and crushing horseplay.
Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades,
the bejeweled waits: Sunday's white bouquet.
Awe striking vista blessing amble eyes,
bounteous nostalgia praising persuades.
Peace thine harmonious artwork baptize,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Bidets may have a waterspout
So girls can wash the babies out
But water spray
Creates horseplay
If something's fishy, it's not trout!
Drinking booze
Chasing skirts
What's there to lose
How can it hurt
Away from home
for the very first time
With room to roam
on his parents' dime
Years later, he's clueless
and down on his luck
Homeless and shoeless
but by one thought struck
He'd lost his way
ruined his life forever
Hedonism's not horseplay
It's simply not very clever
Friends come; those amiable creatures;
But as offerings, smug-found.
Like bow-tied fawn or pony, proceed
Then to follow us around!
Boys or girls, with what stamps their needs
For such high jinks and horseplay
Are we entrusted. While pledged to
Never set loose; turn away.
That which on our doorstep was first left
To reach out, as it were, for
At the end of a day's free-roaming
Will draw breath there as before.
Hearts hear happiness breathing
Heavenly hope free of grieving
Hesitating a healing hearth leading
Home that happens to be heaving
Harm that has heard the pleading
Haunting hastening toward the meaning
Horse and buggy that hauls a load
Handles the hollow form of the code
Heartened heart who has always rode
Hoarded heavily inside their abode
Hoping to heal the heartiest ode
Having hopefulness which has flowed
Hallucinating a haven that might explode
Horseplay which leaves all of creation
Hope of a second chance to avoid temptation
Heaven happens to heal every relation
Hastening us all to last through the duration
Hues of angelic halos remind us of salvation
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December 6, 2020
Two horses talking in a field one day
One said to the other "let's run away"
"But where would we sleep"
"And what would we eat"
"Under the stars, eat? I just wanna play.
So they galloped off as quick as they could
And in a wood they found a cosy nook
Hitherto, the pair
Launched a love affair
There stood in the wood hooves were stirred and shook.
Consequentially came a little foal
A most handsome colt to make their world whole
Then came another
And many other
A herd with no population control.
a fourstitch (quatrain), chain-rhymed
in response to global warming and climate change
Environmental agendas of the left
see such solutions left far behind
in the demonstrations of today.
The political climate is shifting.
“Peaceful” protests have left us bereft.
they are scarcely more than a blind
for annihilation’s holiday.
There are few signs of the smoke lifting.
Violence, fires, murder and theft
are the accepted answer we find
in angry, youthful, political naïveté.
Our moral climate in a fog is drifting.
2020 discovers our nation cleft
by childish fabrications designed
as name-calling, verbal horseplay.
The backwash creates wide rifting.
Eco-friendly debate was never adept
in the chaos of our fiscal disarray -
an appeasement for activists’ protégé,
and more stimulus? mere spendthrifting.
swap quatrain
When spring's in the air, sub teachers may cringe;
attention to lessons way off the fringe.
Some minds fixed on "love"; girls fixing their hair.
Sub teachers "may" cringe when spring's in the air.
Makes vice-principals cry long about May
clown acts are common, at least much horseplay.
When your pupils fail to see eye to eye,
long about May makes vice-principals cry.
English lit class buzzin', Keats' Grecian Urn;
write down anything you think you might learn.
Cheap pens sold for a dollar a dozen;
Keats' Grecian Urn, English lit class buzzin'.
Springs in the air, subsitute caught a few.
Class clown showed some special tricks he could do.
Pens flying all around with hidden flair;
substitute caught a few springs in the air.
June 9, 2020
When western winds in my ear sing
The memories of rivers bring
A horseman
Cut of rough land and bronze timber
Surefooted walk, lean and limber
Horsepower
I fumbled where he was at ease
Our hands would touch in flirty tease
Of horseplay
Through golden grass, me and my guy
Galloping free to chase the sky
On horseback
Now, in my city life, I keep
Over my bed, to grace my sleep
One horseshoe.
5/09/20
For "Compounding the Verse" contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
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