Britches and snitches
Were out digging ditches
When out from the ground did appear
Gold that looked old
if the truth now be told
It was something someone would hold dear
A crown from the town
Just a little ways down
Perhaps it belonged to the king
With tools they found jewels
And these two were no fools
As they thought of the fortune it’d bring
They tried and they pried
Now with pressure applied
To remove the prize up from the land
A dream it would seem
As they worked as a team
So that wealth could then rest in their hand
A tug and a shrug
In the place that they dug
But the artifact still wasn’t free
A shove with a glove
The sun hot up above
Now a bundle of sweat they would be
Inspired but tired
Their strength now expired
They tossed down their shovel and hoe
Glad but not sad
And in no way now mad
They decided to let the thing go
A prize for the eyes
As they now realize
All the trouble this fortune might send
Greed they don’t need
As the two did concede
That their fortune was having a friend
Categories:
hot up, friendship, fun,
Form: Rhyme
The day my heroine fell and cried,
A few tears came to soften my seared vision,
My pains were amplified and many secrets reviewed,
Yet, people talk - a daily avalanche of vituperation.
She taught me how to be bold and strong,
Even before a hot up rush of hatred and loathing,
But was deeply broken and remained weak in death,
Because she accepted defeat,
Leaving me with a haunting and horrible sense of insecurity.
Like a rainbow in my cloud,
With a propitious sky, marbled with pearly white,
She still feels a light of unwonted pleasure in my eyes,
Because of my perception of tomorrow,
Knowing that it’s hard for me to deal with the harassing sorrow.
This might be
A secret sweeter than the sea or sky can whisper,
Or a shimmer of golden sun shaking through the trees,
But for sure not a stream of easy talk,
Because I don’t want to be like my heroine
On the day she fell and cried.
Categories:
hot up, death, death of a
Form: Limerick
Sun, glorious sun, I worship you dear friend
My hero, my joy, to the heavens I'd ascend
Though it's hot up there
Goggles I'll wear
It'll hurt for a while but burns always mend
Categories:
hot up, sun,
Form: Limerick
Son,look the sun is out
big and hot up the elm tree
Come look at the new shadow
of the shy ant, you and me.
Hurry,go sit by the meadow
an ear out for the repartee
of the shrill caw of the crow
and the dim hum of the bee.
Let's grab our ham and cheese
eat it by the sea of old trees,
and sip in the wet ale of breeze.
Boy, dip in the day of summer,
ere the gay hot sun is dimmer
and the red hue not so glimmer.
Written 04/19/2016
Categories:
hot up, summer,
Form: Sonnet
Red Cardinals pair
singing the passion they share
hot up icy air.
3-March-2016
Contest: United colours: RED
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
hot up, love, passion,
Form: Haiku
The Grief
Big windows are nice, but the sun heats up and
the room gets hot up quickly, we need to shut
the blinds and close for the view of the sea line.
We visited a man who lived alone and he didn´t
want his day changed by us, switched on the TV
as he always did at noon and we sat there seeing
a program about lion cubs in Africa, giraffes and
hordes of gnus and zebras.
TV is a great human voice silencer, the art of talk
Is being overshadowed by the visual to see others
act and carry on a useless conversation so we do
not have to do it. Perhaps the man estimated our
errand, hoped for more time before being told his
wife had not survived when her plane fell down.
Categories:
hot up, betrayal, dedication, farewell,
Form: Sonnet
April 28, 2010
My Super Sonnet
Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?
I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Categories:
hot up, imagination, inspirational, introspection, mystery,
Form: Sonnet
Flippin’ the flowers
At the radio station and
Stayin’ open
Like it’s
Seven eleven
Checking your rear view mirror,
Four, five, six,
In the morning
The truth is so clear
Well, it’s the things,
I use to be
Breaking bread
With salt and pepper,
Britney Spears and Diana Ross
All that really matter is
Those sexy styles, you wear
Stop flamboastin' me, because
Its gettin' hot, up in herr
Gurl, you so crazy
Just have a coke and a smile
Yeah, we shining in your brain and
Hangin’ low to the ground
The Russians been
Manipulating the weather, again
We don’t give a damn, because
We been living,
Up here,
In the cut
Stop playin’ with my beats
Well, it’s the things,
I use to be
Categories:
hot up, imagination
Form: Free verse