Jovial Joyful Jolly jubilant J.
Jabbery, jitterbugging joyful jay
Jeepers, J, jibing and jiving, jollifying,
French Jay, Joie de vivre, joy of living
Jupiter’s Juturna could not have been here without you,
Twenty pages of J words in World Book dictionary,
I am amazed at how many of your words express some form of joy.
Jubilee, jestor, jokester, jackassey, jublilate.
Jeepers, J, you are so awesome!
Jingoism and jiggery pokery should have been re-named.
They do not fit your joyful jewel-laden jambalaya.
Jovial joyful Jolly Jubilant Jay, I am in awe.
Categories:
jibing, word play,
Form: Free verse
Beautiful game, crazy game that draws maximum adrenalin
From hypnotized, soccer crazy minds
Glued to television screens to gobble spills and thrills from Russia with hopes lean
Driven to the brink of despair behind Venetian blinds
Betting, arguing, opposing, supporting
Non African teams that their subjective minds favour
Jibing, imbibing, consulting, insulting
African teams their fickle fantasies endeavor
To predict wouldn’t win
A single match based on mere whims
That claim an African queen
Throws her royal weight behind teams
A particular set of soccer fans deem fit
To take the day
While another set of soccer mad warmth seekers claim African teams should quit
Cos they lose and embarrass supporters everyday
With their lacklustre form
Lack of determination to spring a bit of magic
Although some supporters claim a reform
Needed to put to an end to the tragic
Performance African team display at the World Cup in Russia
Becoming whipping boys
But argues a wisecracker, ‘Shouldn’t forget Algeria beat Prussia
In Spain. So, African teams ain’t no toys.’
Categories:
jibing, poems,
Form: Free verse
I like to dance
To writhe and wriggle
On ceaseless crests
Beneath my bottom
I like to swing
From side to side
Sublime swells
Anchoring angst
I like to gyrate
Between boulders
Of liquid laughs
Caressing chuckles
I like to undulate
Along my abdomen
Rippling raucously
Jibing jollily
I like to float
Away to anywhere
Without a worry
Where we wander
I like to heave
To buck and bray
To brave the briny
Scathing spray
Wild white horses
Can't keep me cowed
My deep darling
And I, are an item.
Categories:
jibing, adventure, fun, happy, love,
Form: Alliteration
I look upon the water glittering and bright, white caps flashing, dancing diamonds in the light
The breeze is strong, crisp and clear. Boats abound jibing sails dotted far and near
A flash of white and screeching cry, seagulls appear racing through the sky
Sun on my face fills me with cheer, for finally spring is here
The coast before me melds into cityscape, buildings spiraling high. Glass and steel glimmer bright in the light, stretching far before my sight
People hurry by hither and thither, and I wonder if any take a pause to consider
The beauty of this place, this breath in time, spring is here truly a moment divine
Categories:
jibing, spring,
Form: Rhyme
A light wind gently rocks our sailboat as
breezes begin to pick up on the sun drenched dock.
Cable wires rap and tap upon the mast as
daylight filters thinly through the clouds.
Egrets begin to peck around the gangway
foraging for scraps from bugs or grubs.
Great blue heron busily prepares her nest
high upon the eucalyptus tree.
I sit and daydream on the harbor deck
just enjoying the sea breeze, sights and sounds.
Kelp beds sway rhythmically with the currents
lapping the rocks at low tide, while
massive flocks of birds perch purposefully
near a lonely lighthouse high on the jetty.
Open seas spread toward the horizon where
pelicans busily dive bomb for fish.
Quarry rocks surrounding the harbor create
rocky protrusions, allowing ground squirrels to
spy sailors earnestly jibing on ocean water
tacking swiftly through the northwest winds.
Under the pylons and gangways
various starfish and mussels cling
with schools of fish swimming in tandem.
Xylophone sounds drift with music from a
Yacht club hosting a spring concert.
Zeal for the beauty of harbor life moves me.
Written on 2/11/2015
Categories:
jibing, beauty, nature, ocean, spring,
Form: Abecedarian
Main sail boom swings ‘cross,
Boat heeling wild, all duck!
Waves wash, dryness past.
Categories:
jibing, adventure, boat,
Form: Haiku