Alacrity, bestows the sorrowful or does mirth elate the callow and fair the damsel is distressed but love is oft fair, fairly gamed and sore about the heart, the festival of anxiety is artless until we part, so like amiable laughter this next of crooning despair a yolk of sullen glee like vampiric sunken lairs.
In nature trails, forests, green meadows
I love to dwell and eavesdrop on
that dulcet songbird chorus
wakening the dawn haze
where rustic wild life
and spring water
hint at lush
tranquil
lairs
There are love lairs
Then there are inspiring lovers
Truth and enchanted
Seeing I to I
Kiss causing a trance
Lips fireworks sensation
Heart beat pounding moment
Love derived prescription
Feeling love connected
Honest and true
First time love
Good find
Our love theme, “Beauty within the soul, and the shores of serenity being together as one, rebound in love side by side of elegant Doves”.
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
Endearing Ms Eilish not willy nilly a silly Billie got her wish despite the stares
Crys of why guys are there any let alone so many glutton button billionaires?
Not adhering to age old sage adage share if you've enough stuff to spare
Uncouth domineering untruths sold smearing sleuths as society tears
Sneering about profiteering mining shining spiting climate crisis scares
Cheering racketeering careering all about that flocks stocks & shares
Leering snares creatives gold left bereft fearing they're not their flair heirs
Persevering with cold jeering at hearing protests that then fold no one cares
Scold civic critics nearing the facts spearing by acts.. pacts & unfair flares
Cost of disappearing rare species now just pieces of faeces in their lost lairs
Searing temperatures rearing still somehow our despairs never even airs
Gearing up for the veering apocalypse peering as the sun stun gun glares
Must be bold steering pioneering derring do clearing these nightmares
Who dares volunteering to stop the interfering engineering by the billionaires?
Artist - derelict and drifter.
Move about like windblown bones.
Bathing in the dry, veined riverbed.
Fashioning crafts and wares unwanted.
Weaving ends that never intend to meet.
Father of the northern aurora lairs.
Dancing with ice bears atop great flows.
So cold, both sun and flyer freezing midair.
Tooth walkers jab the flanks of ice ghosts.
Mother rainforest, a forever emerald charm.
Within every shadow, a deadly smirking slant.
The panther and poison dart hopper.
To the last known being of a dying clan.
They'll all meet within the womb of reckoning.
Far above this temporary mad blue orb. churning.
The mysteries opening only to the searcher.
Like a Fabergé egg on the apron of forever.
With remnants of mankind’s existence corroding
His lighting extinguished, his concrete eroding
The birds and the beasts have reconquered his space
Those same birds and beasts have forgotten his face
The forests, once dwindled, have burgeoned once more
Oak, elm and ash rupture old asphalt floor
Long vacant dwellings, now caves, dens and lairs
For ground dwelling mammals while bats live upstairs
The rivers all sparkle, their waters so clear
And large rusting pipes discharge nothing to fear
Waves tickle beaches, the breeze is their breath
With no evil lurking at periscope depth
Life springs abundant by land, sea and sky
Unhindered by species who weren’t meant to fly
Trees brightly clad in gold, russet and green
Alas, man cannot see how things could have been
And so all seems well but there’s still need of prayer
There’s horror to come from a long way… up there
This world, free at last, of man’s lethal know how
Could sure use a serving of man’s knowledge now
Unserviced and rusting, the launchers stand bare
No human stands ready; no missile sits there
Mankind had known that the space rock would come
And man would have nuked it… but he’s gone: Ho hum!
Elitist's Outcome
America is crumbling
Invasions almost complete
They're silencing all our voices
Our rights trying to deplete
Freedom's quickly dwindling
Indoctrination the way
Corruption's all that's left
As our arms are stripped away
Intentionally leaving us helpless
Defenseless and the prey
Politician's bloodied hands
Traitors who have led us astray
Coming electronic shutdowns
All communications lost
Intentionally poisoned waters
Famine's our inevitable cost
Embedded foreigners attacking
A bloody civil war
World powers invading
Devastation shore to shore
Elitists in their bunkers
Nuclear holocaust ensues
Their population reset
Genocide quickly accrues
But when the dust settles
And they slither from their lairs
To digest all their spoils
As Earth's new supreme heirs
Unfortunately their utopia
Was grossly miscalculated
Dismissing God's tribulation
His wrath was not anticipated
Now they see their final fate
Left here to suffer and dwell
With scorched bodies and endless pain
In this dismal abyss He made Hell
Brazen acts, once under cover of night
trust now ransacked in broad daylight
Rape, armed robbery, carjackings
released from murky lairs on alien wings
Our beliefs torn asunder, the world upside down
no foot traffic seen in our part of town
Someone decorated the woods with lanterns and stuff
The little girl was gingerly walking through, sure enough
Was it a witch, a warlock, a brownie, a troll or an elf?
An owl hooted high up on an oak tree’s branch shelf.
It’s a bit spooky, said the goblin, who was prancing beside.
I am frightened! Said the ghoul, who had attempted to hide.
Be brave said the girl, there is someone here who clearly cares.
She loved waiting to find out it was, as they walked by some lairs.
Frog on the high bike was putting on airs
Low-bike frog ignored it, his name was Lairs
Others said “isn’t he a bit too uppity for you?”
“not really,” says Lairs, “and this bike is built for two.”
if I could tell you what i did not see
i certainly would
poets are great lairs
i would dress up a fabrication.
wheel in a yellow moon
paint a romance or two
i would
speak at length of things
i know so little about
but i must be elsewhere today
and if i told you
of all the things I will not see
while doing my elsewhere things
well
that would indeed
be such a lovely lie
you might even wish
you could fib and whopper
that well
also
People know the costs sky high.' In France and Britian
By and by.' 35% at least we've swallowed so far; no
Such qualms in the plan-demic, to get cash in the jar.'
Your footsloggers gov. You trundled them out with
Saucepans banging roundabout.' Was that an occult?
Nod? Owning their spirits, touting your clout.? We've
Seen it all the lies heaping up, professionals suffering
Raise a shout! balance and order; are needed no doubt.'
Yet thats not whats wanted, in the robbers lairs.'
Its control and delusions; the daily fare..its corruption
And disgrace..And there in your face..Give it up for the
Medics snd the stand they now make.'
Cold cobalt skies unfold their lanky limbs
The sovereign land awakes in zealous time
Where low mesquites abide the feral winds
Defiant blooms the lupine in its prime
Rainbugs dot the earth in velvet red
Ant lions quietly lurk in lethal lairs
Dirt daubers cast organ pipes overhead
Mockingbirds merrily try out their airs
Scissor-tailed flycatchers' semaphores flash
Silent songbirds seem incited to sing
The wispy wraith of Winter whispers past
And harbingers heady heralds of Spring
Petrichor, the smell of rain on dry ground!
Bluebonnets, the sweetest sight to be found!
You must be from Chicago, you football bears
I used to live there, they made the best chairs
Wrigley Field was way back against my lairs
They had the tastiest foods at their carnival fairs
You bears probably date easily, without cares
Have you ever climbed Field Museum’s icy stairs?
Or ridden in one of the buggies with the old mares?
I bet if you scared people, there would be stares.
Magnificent Mile this year is full of hares.
Easter time, but I bet they hop hard from bears.
Do you have any Valentines’ Day planning shares?
You two are one of the cutest couple pairs.
I am now going to visit my favorite shop, Claire’s.
Letting my daddy’s credit card take care of my affairs.
You have a fine day, my new friends, Jilly and Jares.
I’ll see you back in Chicago, you football bears
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