Daffodils’ mild scent does permeate the air.
Through the fields dogs do dither then tear.
Rabbits serendipitously spotted that sunny yet showery day.
Many an egg the local farmer’s chickens does lay.
Easter hunt, easter hunt school laxation-professor
Does bear the brunt.
Buttercup, buttercup held bashfully to her face.
Out in the fields, they fiercely chase and race.
Horses, horses are ridden proudly and well.
Pancake day, pancake day, a broken shell who could tell.
Sunshine and shower how nurturing nature makes us far from dour.
Categories:
laxation, easter,
Form: Rhyme
SA PROCHAINE DANSE
( the Dance)
In her laxation of memory,
force induced with alternate joints
from the white boy
and the sheik's son she wished she didn't know,
she remembered the feeling.
Too soon she realized it was no memory.
Paris was hot. Paris was dark.
As usual dancing was butt to butt
and there was no mistake.
It was the white boy,
he was dancing with some
la joie française rurale,
a too plump too sweet too easy
coquette from outer space.
But he was really dancing with her
and it was his hand, cool and sensitive,
hot and excited, bold and inquisitive,
but mostly slipping up her leg
and under the elastic of her Lingerie.
They couldn't have danced any closer
if they had been dancing together.
She exploded.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
laxation, dance, french, paris,
Form: Free verse
To the ground, plastics, papers and metals
To the mixture, scrap, damaged tires and dirty pieces of cloth
Amid natural ecosystems
From whose laxation natural escapes
The flammable methane gas
Triatomic is the altered range of oxygen by the action
Of electric shocks on the heights
Whose total damage, with inventing the steam engine
And the development of the industry, then started
The harbinger that future generations
Would live in fear of climatic cloister
Sometimes the abuse, it seems that conforms
When in the forests, indiscriminately to millions
Killing pathogens, exacerbate emphysema
Of the Blue planet, whose fury is magma itself
That spares nothing and all-consuming in vindictive eruptions
Categories:
laxation, angst,
Form: Free verse