An escapade from thought parades
A blockade of rouge descent
An oeillade craved
Rueful indignance
A room full of insects
A jocose allusion
A lissome illusion
A querulous reality
I weep where you can't see
Streams of dreams
Melt slowly, spring snowman
Abhorrent print
Why can't I just speak casually
Categories:
jocose, writing,
Form: Free verse
comic nation gave birth
to mannerisms, tricks, and jokes
infested, Brazil
Categories:
jocose, allegory, allusion, appreciation, creation,
Form: Epigram
If you had one year of love,
and then you had to say adios,
should you be glad or morose?
Sure, if it ends, it’s not what I’d hoped,
we just weren’t destined to be betrothed.
We had fun, we were close and jocose,
we snogged until we practically choked,
and we did ALL the fun things that were gross,
but our forte was that we felt safe, I suppose.
Now, I’m not saying it’s over, but I tend to diagnose things
and while I wouldn’t say that we love overdosed,
I would guess that we’ve shared more love than most.
Categories:
jocose, addiction, boyfriend, friendship, funny
Form: Rhyme
They say when mind and heart are at war
It's tough to decide whose side you are
Which one blooming truth of what you are
you ended up taking the side of any one of all
Your soul, alas or jocose but gratified at last
What chaos when mind and heart are opposed
when Both draff upholds issues at all to resolve
The issues that ruffle and muddle thy soul
Soul bid mind and heart to calm all the chaos
But, both respond matter out of their spell of charm
The soul now roves a lot to get issues resolved
When the mind and heart stop working at all soul
Stand at the seashore as an epitome of chaos
Questioning its other halves and the God
Whom should it call to open its heart n scars?
Says alas over issues that never get solved
Alas! Alas! Alas!
Categories:
jocose, conflict, confusion, grief, sad,
Form: Free verse
For him quirky incidents are not very new,
Being adept seasoned butler for years a few;
Dead fly in the chicken curry they bluntly cry,
While gladly consume entire pork and mutton fry...!
My ballet missing! A lousy one loudly yells,
Must be the butler, the other so firmly tells;
All hell breaks out; like high hills, heap many a doubt,
Hullabaloo! In his air-bag they find it out!
Salt more for one; less for other; butler is called,
He separates the dishes; Hassle over-hauled;
Sizzler or cool cucumber; grievance goes the same,
Harassing the butler has been the supreme aim...!
It's, now, the duke's wife's fallen-tower-like collapse,
Food poison! Call the butler! Scrutinize the lapse!
Depressed wife, they found, had taken sedative-dose,
Butler's life, thus, often in doubts, turns grave jocose...!
22 July 2022
Categories:
jocose, bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Some folks think they get vote to distinguish the friends
who’ll be theirs till life ends, but it’s rare their vote’s close!
Or perhaps Love’s jocose and Love’s name, [sic] “I AM,”
is a lie or a scam? GOD’s too big to take in?
What’s unseen is more kin than most mortals can grok.
Our best thoughts (mark like chalk, aren’t gold tablets some prize)
fade like shadows of lies that Light’s absence erase.
Get God authors what Grace is, most needs close at hand.
Seek love’s promise. Demand love be yours (rock life’s boat)!
I love best friends I love with no ‘ask.’ Let them change
(in God’s will?)! I arrange my affairs, would be there
for them, living to share, that my purpose might serve
their success! Should I swerve from this goal? Should ‘devout’
will to humbly stand out of light all need to grow?
It’s in faith that I ‘know’ God’s Creation’s our breath
from our birth till our death, and so brush pain aside
for its lessons provide gain to all. Should love hurt
those it helps (or share shirt off back) push comes to shove?
Long Tooth
December 19th in 2021
Categories:
jocose, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Bili’s one of my two best chums. She's exquisite, cagey and ferociously funny - compared to her I’m tomboyish.
Her hair is a straight corn-silk that shines like black-enamel. When we watch movies, I get to brush it. Her heritage is Japanese, she has perfect, warm-ivory skin, but she’s as American as sarcasm or gun-violence.
When she talks to me, sometimes she’ll be flirtatious or motherly, but always jocose. She bullies me, good-naturedly coaxing and chivvying me onto the trajectory she selects.
I’m jiggered - I enjoy being treated like a pet. I’ve been so harried lately that it’s somehow calming. I think I’m going to spend the rest of the summer, blithely letting her arrange me.
Categories:
jocose, 12th grade, friendship, humor,
Form: Free verse
On white face of mirth, a joyance beguile
fooling around, in a paint smeared smile.
A yellow messy wig, dangling over head,
grinning beneath a nose, fake plastic red.
A weird costume, hands of fate designed,
in ludicrous comic role, normal life denied.
Punchline of nasty joke, crowds go all nuts,
but buried deep within, pain of unseen cuts.
Jocose of a jester, his balls of hope juggle,
making two ends meet, it's about struggle.
A mime layer of mask, hides a serious clown,
trapeze rises up, and a sky turns upside down.
Scattered stars descend , to a vastness of abyss,
he returns dancing, his flamboyant delirious bliss.
7th March 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Clown at the Abyss
Categories:
jocose, sad,
Form: Couplet
Jasmine ( Pleiades )
Jam packed with sweet pollen
Jostling with rival plants,
Jocular in Summer
January bare though
Jazzy and beautiful,
Jocose nasal senses
Joyous wonderful plant.
Categories:
jocose, beautiful, flower, garden, summer,
Form: Verse
Jesters jokers juggle
Jink joke as journeyman
Jag up one jocose notch
Jougs jesserants judder
Jussive jokes demand the
Jutty jailors’ justice
Juxtapose jolterheads
Categories:
jocose, joy,
Form: Free verse
Jollity lifts spirits.
Joshing’s great. Let’s hear it!
Jocose friends who, with wit,
jazz things up are a hit!
Jabs can be unnerving;
jibes can be self-serving.
Jesting must be gentle.
March 4, 2017
Categories:
jocose, fun, words,
Form: Verse
History will judge me I'm finally told,
when greatness will be mine to behold;
this naked truth has always reflected my intent...
nobody has ever been able to muzzle any sentiment.
Negative criticism can't eat away my spontaneous creativity,
and diminish this inwardly intricacy;
and if irascibility seems irrepressible...
no irony is found in relevant words that are totally irrefutable.
History will judge me for my free will,
examining my morals and authenticity,
and by its own standard, acclaim me as they will...
even for my fluent and expressive verses of sincerity.
Belying is not the mendacious creed I profess,
intolerant of inequality, inflamed by fairness...
expelling deeds of duplicity that impinge on truthfulness;
and the imbecile, like the scoundrel, still practices insolence.
History will judge me for my temperament: sad, jaunty,
jolly, jocose, comical, querulous, lonesome and moody;
and should it immortalize me among its chosen literati...
this honor I will accept with acclamation and dignity.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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Categories:
jocose, dedication, history, on writing
Form: Rhyme
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Burst it did
from our pits
through our lips
winters frozen breath
We giggled
of our jocose dreams laid
bare
and our frozen breath
met when we laughed in
earnest at the word bare
We cackled in that dinghy
crossing stories
mine or his
with or without
curls below
Of course my story made
his frozen breath
a crystal dome
Categories:
jocose, funny, son,
Form: Light Verse