On all our Christmas tree twigs
On the boughs and the sprigs
Adorned with the presence of
The Present and the Dove
Gently dancing out Their Christmas jigs
Free from cooking dinner and bathing kids
we've exchanged lipstick, off to jazzy jigs tried different costumes, with plaited wigs
let's wear false lashes attached to blue lids
we'll go for raw oysters, no-one forbids
then hurry to club where cool drummer skids
girls will sing in deep voices startling digs
nonchalant will we be, dismantling grids
Black Magic Women, nobody's spare ribs !
Strutting in bars
Chains looped on thick rawhide belt
Gently rugged the sway
Rock - soul jigs of punk nineties.
Rhum on the side
Grip of Alpha rules the air
Branded as cool rebel -
Casting a masculine spell.
Nette Onclaud Contest:
Texture Of Minimalism
November 14 , 2025
Virid Bard has prayed for recollection.
When sacred springtime and summer jigs cease,
and bright, brave bones shall lose their grace and grease,
those things of yore may call his attention.
Stands petitioning invisible hands
against old-age psychoses that pick off brains,
as buzzards at brunch on carrion plains.
Time envelops men in quickening sands.
He asks that he should know his face, yours too;
Find the fullness of first love between looks.
He vows his pen shall praise you in books
when your black magic head turns silver-blue.
Forget everything you have heard about stereotyping the pigs.
I met some the other day, who were cleaner than my cousin Jigs.
They vacuumed and dusted the barnyard until it was clean enough to eat.
Then they cleaned out the barn, until it was ridiculously spotlessly neat.
Forget about mud, someone said when they met these pigs.
They are now doing some weird dance, wearing clean glitzy wigs.
Their hooves do not have mud, not even a tiny bit of dirt.
Do not stereotype these pigs, said my amazed cousin Gert.
Away in a cruise ship
With me are two friends
Our rare fellowship
We wish there‘s no end
We reminisce the past
When we're still colleagues
Time keeps flying too fast
But we keep our jigs
Away in a cruise ship
Hugs, eat, dance and sing
Enjoying best friendship
Lengthy and lasting
A great mom and god-moms
Apart at foreign lands
In just two hours of jams
Share the best we can
Away in a cruise ship
We rush our short bond
Take photos on best trip
Superb scenes around
City lights everywhere
From second deck’s views
Sailing on the river
We wish we’ll be crews
It is the rainy season.
a cataract of warm liquid nails
hammers upon the road surface.
The thin tin jitney is sliding through
the traffic jams
gliding precariously near
yellow poncho clad mopeds
being rode by two, three or more.
The little three wheeled taxi
is packed solid.
She is sitting on my lap
as the vehicle jigs and jerks.
I am heading for Suvarnabhumi airport,
going home
although 'home' is an empty place of exile,
a land that I can love no more.
Duty calls, even for lovers to part;
she to her village and a dying father,
I to the embrace of loneliness,
a solitude that still yet brings me
to long restless nights
in a cold bed I made for myself.
Joyful jolly jigs and jests,
Jump and jive, no time to rest.
Joining hands, a joyful crew,
Joking, laughing, joy anew.
Jazzy tunes, a joyful beat,
Jingling bells, a jolly treat.
Jovial smiles, a joyful sight,
Joyful memories, day and night.
Jeweled skies, a joyful hue,
Jubilant birds, singing anew.
Jocund laughter, fills the air,
Joyful sounds, everywhere.
Joyful hearts, a light so bright,
Jubilant love, shining so right.
Joyful souls, a shining star,
Journey on, to where you are.
So let joy fill your every day,
With jolly laughter all the way.
For joy is like a treasure trove,
Filled with love, and joy and hope.
city of increasing fervor
heavy with sealed glass windows
in vaulted towers
sky-high protection
from the steady spew of cars
urban sidewalks in the
private grayness of fall
where sparrows
in a small
rush of flutter
(like a jailbreak)
peck at specks of
discarded rice
paths of commonality
in people spaces of
rapid trudging
that re-jigs
cellphone foot work
a jump at impulse
birds of an all forgiving grace
hop on concrete
beyond appearance
messy
to seize
the refuge of home
Poem composed January 18, 2023
Despite being hoisted on arid ground,
My barely hidden refuge, a sensual shadow
On the road, I laid out for stifled sorrow
distorted silhouettes of the decayed bound.
Peaceful water and tangy, light wind
warm light on my arms, and stoked sand
Now, via fragmented flower-bed land
A riot of magic florets and birds chimed.
Lush conifer forests smell of pine
Cool shade and light, crunching pine twigs
Out into the sun, a breeze for sailing jigs
Crickets leap around me on a supple line.
A soft smile on my face and a passion I cannot hide
eyes wide and unclasped, fantasizing about you
blissful as a nostalgic journey at our venue
I value that you are daydreaming too, eyes wide.
Written: November 19, 2022
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Max it's no secret
Your shoe talk vote stinks so walk'
No more time Biden'
Afgan so no win'
Disguise maybe hair afro?
The jigs up Mr Smart
Roads rising up from Irish mists in merry jigs
To the flowing tenor song
Sung by the River Boyne born from Tara's Keep
As Patrick's paschal fire
Weaves truth from stones of blarney
And lucky charms of Erin's spring
Cloth hills in kilts of green clovers with four leaves
To the Kerry pipers wail of jigs and tiompan reels
When soft sunbeams kiss fields - the wind petals
Of Killarney's rose in Londonderry Airs
Born in fifes and fiddles in soft brogues
Delighting in tea and scones - the clairsel harp -
When clear cut crystal rays
Embrace green fields clothed in sheep -
Faire mischief - the wind dance of the Kells -
In bohdran thunder to banish banshee cries
As pirate queens and lost chieftain kings
Sail from emerald shores
Until they meet again beneath the blessings
Of the Celtic cross
In the north winds of the fair aran island.
Beneath hardened and thickened wings,
Twinkling soft and cold mystical lights mesmerize.
Showing off Reels, jigs, poussettes, and flings.
Dark nooks cutely they burglarize.
Swaying around their electronic duff,
Spreading friendly vibes, they light up the dark.
Elated with joy they flash out language of love.
Lost in their sight I dodge like a narc.
Smitten with their joyful acts of wheedle.
They are as precious as they contrive.
Yes, I am flattered by these cute little beetles.
For they spread smile though for just few days they survive.
Word Reference:
Narc: Police officer who specializes in laws dealing with illegal drugs
Duff: Buttocks
Reels: Swaying
Jigs: Lively dance with leaping movements
Poussettes: Swing in a semicircle with hands joined with one's partner in a country-dance.
Flings: A short period of enjoyment
Contrive: Create or bring about (an object or a situation) by deliberate use of skill and artifice
Smitten: Be strongly attracted to someone or something
Wheedle: Use flattery to persuade
Sham the Leprechaun
Sham the leprechaun went to a pub
For some tasty St Patrick's Day grub
Then danced jigs fantastic
Quite enthusiastic
Did the splits, stuck like it, there's the rub.
The landlord said "Auld Sham's now a crock
And the silly old beggar's in shock"
Sadly, I'm not jokin'
His legs won't be closin'
He can't jig now, but boy, can Sham rock.
For Saint Patrick’s Day 2021
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Add on
Sham the leprechaun was an acrobat
He did backflips and the splits on a mat
Those days are long gone
Bones aches and so on
While out with friends, he didn't think about that.
Written by: Alexis
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*Winter Celebrates *
New year arrives as north winds blow
Ferns of frost through dim sunlight glow -
Flowers of the winter rose
Deep in cold – in frosty white climes
Winter’s heart beat feels warmth divine -
A heaven sent valentine
Wild banshee winds in feis hornpipes
Hear the pipes of crocus’ bagpipes -
Reels, jigs, tickle clover types
Winter’s bleak barrenness belies
Jubilation in dormant life -
Festive respite in long nights.
1-19-21
Contest: Attention to Detail
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
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