That kind of spring energy, kind of jolting glass, kind of jumping jack, jumping bean…
Then the bursts.
Ears on my thoughts.
And kinds of irises in my eyes, sprouting.
Just jolts out like a new pack of socks.
Torn with energy and sparkling water.
Tie dye in my brain.
Gesturing to the kitchen fence.
And nothing I left over there got left over there, there…
That kind of spring energy doesn’t hurt like the winter counting.
It just withered like old toes.
Old spring, oh what did you do to me?
Give a high five or a million sparks you see.
That kind of spring energy?
Gives you tree roots for free.
Undoing all the winter grit.
Did winter even have a spirit?
That kind of spring energy, kind of,
Kind.
POOHSTICKS
I am a british bulldog
a junior jumping jack,
who loves my toe-tic-tac.
I pitch pennies against the wall,
but love playtime poohsticks best of all.
I will play my music for people I like
On a stool in front of a stand up mike
No jumping jack run
Across stage in fun
Just songs about people I met down the pike
I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love and Cinnamon Life cereal.
This dark, coffin-like clock in the corner whirrs, mechanically.
Suddenly a little yellow-clock-bird bursts, jumping-jack-like,
through a tiny door on a blue, tongue-suppressor diving board.
“Cuckoo!” it shrieks, to mock me. “Shut up!” I say defensively
but it repeats, “Cuckoo!” like an oracle - an unfeeling instrument
of adult logic.
The Chamber in Human Mind
Character: X,Y,Z / X=Y=Z
mirror
^
Counselor
Q .1 : What do you think about love?
Ans . X. : Well, Love is my vivid imagination.
Q .2 : How do you feel about cultivate your imagination infront of your specific human nature?
Ans .Y : I am not ready yet.
Q .3 : You should be.
Topic: The Excellent seriousness culture in misused child manner.
Chorus: The life lie down over sweet Lies
Sparkle over those shadow's
you must see,
Glimpse i never seen,
Upon the sky, (Parkinson Way)
Bump in style love comes,
Jumping Jack certain crack
raise your fate.
Trembling beach, Trembling looking glass,
OH! What i have seen !
Bend your smile over twisted lips.
Hottie
Handsome happy hunk
Honest Huggable heartthrob
Hotties have high hopes
Infatuation
Infatuation
Interested intensely
Innocence indeed
Joyous
Joyous jumping jack
Judicious juggler joker
Joins jumbo jet job
24.7.2020
Our arms are a wonder of creation…
There are many reason why:
They allow us to touch our toes
to scratch our nose
and to pretend that we can fly.
They help us do a jumping jack.
shake hands when we’re interviewed…
They help us reach for things above our heads
and come in handy for grabbing food.
They help us raise our hands in prayer to our God
to show that we believe…
and think about it…
If we didn’t have arms…
what would we do with sleeves?
But I imagine the main reason our arms were created
is so when we open them wide
they can wrap around another person
once they step inside.
For where else do we feel safe, secure
totally free from harm?
Where else do we learn the power of love
If not wrapped in each others’ arms.
Whippoorwill jumping jack
Putting daisies pretty
A lonesome road
A one-eyed toad
Painting butterfly city.
Monkey magic is tack.
Bright moonbeam sorely gone.
Upside down me.
Where is your fee?
Whippoorwill jumping fawn.
An awful aardvark ate anchovies against all advice.
Besides belching beyond belief, he bit bitter banana boats.
Charlie Chimp cackled curiously, convinced
Delicious delectable desserts did damage.
Enormous energy engaged enthusiastic excitement
Frenzied friendly felines, forever forgiving
Greasy giraffes giving grievous gripes
Horsey happiness hiding hurt amongst hilarity.
Ignoring idiocy involved ignorantly,
Jumping jack-a-lopes jiggled
Kangaroo kindness keeping
Leisurely lions laughing
Merriment mesmerized monkey marines
Never notorious, nevertheless, nefarious
Octopus ostracized owls, ostentatiously,
Preventing Porcupines putting prickles precariously in patrons.
Quietly and quickly
Resuscitating rescued rabbits
Savagely sustaining simple seriousness
Totally terrorized
Underneath unique
Verbose velocity
Which worried
‘xtra ‘xtraneous
Zipping, zaggy, zebras.
Our sweet, all white cat Snowball had ten
kittens! Goodbye to Zen.
Each one a different color,
some muted gray, or ginger, and some multi-color;
and one was all black,
and a real little jumping jack.
When the time came for adoption they were in a playpen,
and people came time and again.
First, adopted were the bright cats with fur technicolor,
and the cats in muted watercolor.
But, on each visit the black cat hung back,
then, when we were alone he was a maniac.
And then, there was only him and a ginger in the pen,
but ginger said goodbye one day, and then
there were no more bright cats multi-color
and no more cats technicolor or watercolor.
Just one little bright-eyed maniac black,
that I kept and named Jack . . .
I keep my Jack close, when
out, 'cause people can be mean every now and then.
________________________
January 7, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Bright Jack, The Maniac
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9807-76-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
For the contest,There is a Brighter Side
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Inspired by image #2
Rhyme Pattern - aabbccaabbccaabbccaa- 20 lines
Rhyming verified on Rhymezone.
Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high
I hear the pitter patter of rain as it falls on my spotty brolly
But I don’t mind the raindrops; I will stay happy and jolly
I can see a beautiful rainbow; it’s like an upside down smile
You don’t always see a rainbow; I’d not seen one for quite a while
Mummy tells me there’s a pot of gold at the rainbow’s end
If only I could find it then we’d have lots of pennies to spend!
We could buy some yellow wellingtons and a matching anorak
Then could play in puddles and they’d call me Jumping Jack!
My mummy placed me on the bench, I must be careful not to fall
I don’t want to be like Humpty Dumpty as he toppled from his wall!
My brolly is keeping me dry and I see the sun is peeping through
The wind will chase the clouds away and bring back sky so blue.
Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
09-20-17
JACK FROST
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs and jumps on frost
Able to bring bone-chilled snow fall at any cost.
Crystals and crisps of thin snowflakes fly beyond grip.
Knife of ice hits heart of winter piercing too deep.
Fantastic ice- skating slides smooth on snowy track
Ruthless hard frost bite attacks helpless jumping Jack.
On Ocean, open - hidden ice bergs threaten ship
Shivering cold breeze cannot be controlled at all.
Terrible frosty winter by jocund Jack to call..
12/30/16
Winter related Contest by Janice Canerdy
Out of the Box
In symmetrical symmetries lies the cradle of creation
For we are the residual residue of ancient agnation
As we look through the looking geometrical glass
We see the pinnacle primeval majestic mass
Of vastness vibrations in reality illusions
The Golden Mean of symmetry’s solutions
All is revealed in the cosmic cube of Metatron
Matriarchal manifestations of the dimensional dawn
Spiritual spiral strings of Sacred Geometry
All things equal in the synchronized symphony
Like a jumping Jack inside the bilateral box
We take a peak when Heaven kindly knocks.
Updated...
Dec.28.2016
Out of the Box - Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
JACK FROST
Jolly jocund jubilant Jack Frost joyfully jogs on snow
Ambassador of winter casts snow fall with white glow
Crisps and crystals of thin snowflakes fly away out of grip
Knife of ice, sword of snow hit frozen heart of winter too deep
Fantastic funny ice skating slides smooth on snowy track
Ruthless frost bite turns helpless to attack jumping Jack
On ocean open and hidden ice bergs threaten floating ship
Shivering chilled wind wave can’t be controlled at any cost
Terrible frosty winter has been brought by vigorous Jack Frost
11/30/15
Jack Frost Poetry Contest Fifth Place
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Jumping Jack flew right back
When he stood upon a tack,
He rubbed cream on
To stop germs from
Annoying poor young Jack.
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