The alluring absence of auditory assault assures asleep animals.
They dream of dizzying disco dances dooming dreary dancers to discomfort,
institutionalized interesting individuals inspecting the inside of an igloo,
and endless episodes of extravagant equine etiquette education.
Understandably, unstable ungulates undoubtably uproar untowardly upon understanding their unconscious adventure.
Adieu, my animals of disasterous intent endlessly unionizing.
Hugging my oak; vibrations of Spring,
tingling of potential and potent buds.
Robins and woodpeckers inspecting;
a hawk dives, evens out, sees life
on the ground; seeds twinging with
excitement, ready to break ground.
We are in the waiting room. Buzz of
monotone before the sun goes full throttle,
and dandelions and daffodils delight us.
Rose petal brushing on rouge and lipstick.
Ooh…ooh…ready to breathe in the snow
and cherry blossoms of tangible trees!
So, so ready to walk in the zeal of zephyr,
to whirl around the buzz of bees and chirps,
those lovely birds rejoicing with one another.
Put on your Easter bonnet! Why wait! Praise!
But yes, I tell my muse, we will be together until the end
She is relieved, having spent so much time fixing me
Correcting me, inspecting me, subjecting me to her will.
I am seventy-three as of yesterday, so I know she was worried.
Wondering if I was done; I am not seasoned, I am old.
I refuse to admit this, dying my hair burgundy, wearing go-go boots.
Poetry is my fourth hobby, but it is a part of my soul now.
My self-inflicted goal is ten poems a day.
I have been able to meet this goal for five years now.
But yes, I say to my muse. No worries.
You will be with me until my hands and head no longer move
And my brain figures out where we go after this earth life.
I go back there all the time
in my mind when awake
in my dreams when asleep
They say, ‘You can’t go back’
(so) I lurk unseen, in shadows
a not-so-innocent bystander
inspecting scenes for authenticity
re-directing them, providing elasticity
rewarding poignancy with canonicity
Perhaps you wonder what it’s like
to review the span of a rich lifetime
I’ll let you know
~ go back there first
Optimistic Onnie was perpetually expecting
Friends and neighbors showered her with respecting
New viable ideas often occurring and interjecting
Onnie’s willing openness refreshingly reflecting
Conglomeration of talents beyond regular electing
Inspiring fresh dendrites to do a little more inspecting
My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me
I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons
twilling and twonking
I cover my mastificle
And try to hinkle on the bandistrap
As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge
I hear mercifulous melodies
Floating down
I dash to the bubbleblaster
And pick purple pongwinkles
To brighten my ardurachlego
I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously
Releasing rancid ramifrons
Which stink of chericock cheese …
An aroma from my heriboll
It reminds me of Chuckielens
And days spent at the verileges
Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest
Oh how we gurgled and benifolded
On the banks of Virwestsicage
Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger
Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart
I miss her every single sonyploose
Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern
I perect my with ponglithwait
Visitors no longer vangleswatch
But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath
I yearn for soltroghaphy
and hipleswagfest days
Don't judge me
but –
Is that girl over there
expecting?
Or should I be
inspecting
my own projected fears,
cradled by society's
repetitive scrutiny
of the female form?
Images of broken lights that dance before my jagged tears,
Inspecting me and sending me to Jupiter and Mars,
High above the heady halls of home and heartless heresies,
We dream the dreams of galaxies and saturate the stars.
Through the Milky Way of space we travel at a snail's pace,
To reach the keeper and the face of our tranquility,
Youth are growing fantasies of life without the gravities,
And fears of those uncertainties of love and family.
I have inherited pleasure:
the rhythm of pegs, the smell
of buttery sun on sheets,
a whispering murmur of trees
standing around, and the company
of magpies inspecting
with one eye looking for worms.
Abandoned houses are meant for exploring,
I am way too curious to walk on by;
and don't mind the creaking, slopping old flooring,
but while inspecting this house it seemed to sigh.
I could hear rain pouring and the wind roaring,
and from somewhere deep pigeons began to fly;
then I saw her float all wispy down the stairs,
and I ran so fast I knocked over old chairs.
Home at the Ranch
Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral
with the other horses, who knew and shunned me
My widow cried as I stood under the window, brought
tears to many eyes, the widow gave me an apple
Now that she was the owner and had much reasonability
she rode me to get around.
with her sitting on my back, I was careful not to show any
unbecoming excitement.
tragedy struck the widow, got a boyfriend,
a man, I had thought of firing
My intense jealousy made me furious
one day when
they were making love under an oak tree by the river
I kicked them both to death and galloped to the far blue
mountain, I know from experience that there is no justice
for wild horses.
Ascending dawn scintillates in golden sunrise
Enriching ambience of grinning crimson skies
As gentle winds propagate splendorous themes
Of budding prairies, of avid burbling streams,
Of fragrant revelry swaying blossoming trees,
Luring nectar-dreams of waltzing, buzzing bees.
Birds merrily frolic~ hopping, trilling carefree,
Inspecting, admiring, a season donning glee,
Warbling mid-air, choreographing playful zeal
Vying white blossoms of magnolia’s appeal,
Opulence of red tulips, distant lush foothills,
Gliding over exultantly dancing gold-daffodils.
Engrossed in resplendence, leisurely we stroll,
Embracing tender love smitten passions cajole,
Eying landscapes idyllic panoramic vistas scroll
From majestic mountain, vibrant grassy knoll~
Yearning earnestly euphonic ballad of spring
Reverberating melodies verses of hearts sing.
May 2, 2023
Poem of the day on May 4, 2023
Placed 1st: Up To 20 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
every day she will go
shopping trolley in tow
in sleet or rain or snow
she lives by foraging
in every litter bin
she rummages within
what gem in there may hide
digging down deep inside
and in her work takes pride
inspecting items found
dropping duds on the ground
leaving trash all around
you know where she has been
for trail of rubbish seen
the park no longer clean
when her work day is done
she drags trolley back home
and through her winnings comb
pleased with her foraging
from each full litter bin
she’s done much recycling
Adventures
Escapades of discoveries in one's life's enjoyment, inquisitiveness,
challenges, illuminating exploration of movement, retreats.
pursuing the unknown destinations. Adventures inspecting,
searching for one's daily bread, camouflaged fortunes, gems,
properties, commuting, gems, gold, traditions.
Adventures are enlightening and educational and beneficial, most
of all momentous.
Lonely broken hearts, in stride
Lady Montague ---
She drank to life awaiting death
in runs Majesty's breath
never speaking of where she's been
Hamlet fed up leaves the scene,
as Captain Black bends his knee
for the Queen who embraces Mr.
Beam in Marches ferociously
little Putin -- bombing everyone.
Lenin looks up as a flock o' geese
inspecting the sun and screams,
"Russia's end so soon!"
Spider Man sinks his silk
upon the violent stupid tongue
arising from the ground says
invisible man,
"who tried butting me while I went
down upon wonder woman!"
Humanity's self-demise!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
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