every plant in her garden grew curiously irregularly wild
developing vines and blossoms unseen on other plants
some of her plants looked like hybrids, for no good reason
We asked about her green thumb and she laughed
I love my garden, she said, my plants know it
I give them leeway, and space to do what they want
They love it that I show my confidence in them
I guess that is why they are curiously irregular and wild.
Santa Badger can handle it Mrs. Badger said.
She was in charge, and this is not in my head.
I have seen the two together, she gives him no leeway.
He cringes from her directions by the end of their day.
Santa Badger was a pushover and gave much away.
Bunnies, hedgehogs, and mice soon showed up to play.
Let’s go out and eat, one of the mothers suggested.
By end of the day Babysitter Badger’s nerves were sorely tested.
I hate to be crass, but is my butt showing?
It certainly was, all big, pink and glowing.
We lied to grandpa, as grandma asked us too.
He was so happy, he did the old soft shoe.
The nurse gave us a wink, a nod and a thumbs up.
They had been trying to get him to drink out of a cup.
Grandpa’s hospital stay had been awful for many.
He was not as virile and sexy as he was when he was twenty.
He thought he was a lady’s man that is for sure.
Letting them all know he had been around the manure.
Grandma gave him leeway, he was not at all well.
When he realized his butt showed, he would give us all hell.
Odd beasts and creatures they are
Part human or animal, some have a scar
Some have ears, whiskers and toes
Others have levers, and hair that glows
An odd band, they have found each other
Acting as each other’s sister and brother
The rest of the health club stays far away
Giving them leeway each and every day
Yes, Life Crumbled At His Feet Like Decay On An Old Log
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log
that morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog
and in the distance a low murmur rolled on in
In that bleak little world, in the country road a dead dog
Whilst in the teeming city was the ever present smog.
The dirty man was tall, beady eyed and almost blind
one could surmise may he was out of his hair raising mind
his apelike features like so much splashed on barnyard paint
In that washed up world, was there room to ever be kind
Or heaven help us, any leeway to relieve workers that grind.
Why does such mysterious manmade happenings so abound
is it earth is dying or rare truth never to be found
should Godlike justice appear to rear its judgmental head
Justice is too often at buried like snakes in the ground
And lay there like a useless orchestra playing no sound.
Yes, life crumbled at his feet like decay on an old log.
That morn was abjectly eerie had a low moving fog.
Robert J. Lindley, dec 17th 1983
Rhyme
discerning and so judging
lower mind is allowed leeway
but no final conclusions are drawn
the information is distilled in our heart
respecting the journey of each soul
as it navigates earth life storms
where oscillation is inevitable
accepting all as they are
never feeling sense of injury
there remains no need to forgive
for each acts as of their present level
who knowing no better can do no better
and so we look at their luminous soul
which has chose to live and learn
our response is compassion
to whatever they may do
03-May-2023
You can't always hope to know what's in my mind,
but if there's something that suits you - that's fine;
don't write just for you, your readers like something,
be gracious, accept defeat, don't think they need therapy.
There's a thing about English, some others think better,
but it's not just grammar, rather colloquial inferences,
of which they lack understanding and all the nuances,
they're important, whether you think they're trite or not.
I do not claim to know all things and neither should you,
the love shines through, don't be critical of a stupid typo;
I won a competition in white, gold and indigo blue,
to think that some poets had respect for what I do.
I'll give you leeway but next time I won't be so lenient,
if you're worried about rhyming, don't because it's convenient,
sentient, alive, aware
that’s all there is to it
imbibe, embrace, release
it’s ego that clings
identity bubble imaginary
renewing the moments
of innate aliveness
we allow yearnings leeway
as long as we stagnate not
for each life hue is new
27-December-2022
Sipping cappuccino
imbibing its flavour
we allow indulgence
a little leeway to revel
offering to the vast void
aroma of sensory delight
12-December-2022
It's a pathway,
Activities in our hands,
Duties permuted by us,
We shuffle and rearrange.
It’s a leeway,
Sometimes beyond us,
We're chauffeured through,
The result is seen.
The day is like a portrait,
Twilight is through with its session,
Dawn comes to the fore for its,
We struggle to make changes.
The day is like a journey,
Dawn sets our feet on the way,
Twilight brings us to the end,
We can rescript the lines.
November 27, 2022.
Wow! Please do count yourself
exceedingly blessed!
You need not meet their requisites,
to pass a friendship test.
They allow you a fragrant, flowered
leeway.
It’s not the ice cold, rock hard,
pavement of “their”way!
Respect means giving your sister
or brother, expressive room.
Not sealing them like death, in a “my
ideas only, allowed” tomb.
Friends, we seem to think, are there for
us to hurt?
You will feel their absence terribly, when
the friendship bubble, you burst!
11/18/2022
Skinny skeleton sneaked out of the jack-o-lantern in record time.
I had already bet that he would; I had bet my cousin a shiny new dime.
You didn’t put him in there tightly enough, my cousin accused me.
I was not about to give him any leeway at the hallow tree.
I collected the dime and boasted to all about it that Hallows Eve.
I put on my witch costume, and I turned up my hat and one sleeve.
Others followed me to the ice cream store, where a cone was a nickle.
Unfortunately, it was three friends, so now I was in a bit of a pickle.
Love and laughter lifted the lukewarm and lethargic lad. He loathed school and took with levity its lessons. Lady Latoya let him understand that formal tutelage keeps life buoyant. She helped lessen his livid nature. She made him know that leeway is not a license for laziness. Everyone lauded Lady Latoya.
September 2, 2022.
Alliteration - Old or New Poetry Contest,
Joseph May.
Sorrow is the outcome of sheer human weakness, and your brain is your most potent weapon.( By Poet)
Frost flaring fain azures
bloodshed still happening
deep yarns from the seabed
wary musings dumb way,
house forsook lacking dad.
Frost flaring fain azures
basic way of zest here
There is thirst to owe more
greed's pang seeks its vengeance,
leeway in one's whole core.
Frost flaring fain azures
pane in world's breaths and spells
but thaw the blaze that shines
on the tracks prime to zen,
yet they gaze at feigned shrines.
Frost flaring fain azures
each one can grasp the truth
the heat's hoary brightness
Induce us with its hand
In a glove openness.
Written: April 5th, 2022
1st place contest winner
Checked by: HMS.COM
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Theme: Death
Sponsor: Constance La France
the leeway of cosmos stand perplexing
grueling strained in this way
enlightenment darkened
Written: March 25, 2022
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