soft feather
bog winds whisper on heather
where the soaring eagles fly
high
stones upright
stand frozen long to incite
from high cliffs leaning on sea
free
lakes misty
blue morning shrouds reeds twisty
slow swans turn into cloud tuft
fluffed
breeze saline
blows on Moher cliffs marine
grey waves pound on basalt stone
lone
bay twilight
white gulls traverse with delight
dark night folded by wan tide
dyed
festival was not complete until the music man arrived
a few minutes later dancing was in full swing
the older ladies sat on a bench commenting
one old timer was tapping his foot incredibly hard
the dogs were jiving and diving
Tijuana in its heyday, enjoying a festival
the foods served were deliciously colorful
we enjoyed ourselves until the sky turned gray
another lively, lovely, lackadaisical light-hearted day
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt
Aphrodite sours the lengths rend
Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls
Mine is a lively lunacy
at three am
the witching hour
full moon insanity
infecting empaths
magic madness
I lie awake
my ideals walking in harmony
down a dendrite highway of fantasy
Kiss me once, kiss me twice
A kiss from you would be so nice
I want to know what it feels like
To kiss your lips by candlelight
A romantic evening starting when
The sun goes down and sets again
And as the fading twilight dims
I'd feel excitement in my limbs
I've wanted this for quite some time
It's one thing to compose a rhyme
That pales compared to the real thing
Your lips and mine together bring
The poems, music, odes, to life
And oh, if you would be my wife
Someday, some way, may it be,
That I will hold you close to me
Angela spoke to Bob, then they hopped in a Taxi and took a ride through the '80s. Prince decided to join in, but he wanted to go fast, so he took a Little Red Corvette and parked the Mercedes.
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Michael Knight pressed the gas as he fought crime with his good friend KITT. Bo, Daisy, and Luke joined the fun while running some 'shine' and outsmarting Boss Hogg, leaving him in a pit
Bruce Banner chose a pair of Rockports and a backpack to hide his green side. Crockett and Tubbs could feel it 'In the Air Tonight' as they cruised the south side.
Cheers to riding to a place where everybody knows your name
A place where you were sure to see: Sam, Diane, Norm, Cliff, Carla, and a new friend just the same
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Yes, cruising.
Not only on roads but also through the air to Fantasy Island and across the big blue seas; romance and adventure filled the air on The Love Boat, embracing the breeze.
A walk is willing to go far and wide,.
A whim to take with you is always the wind in the way,
A wind to trample and muster towards triumph and struggle,
A walk will take you there,then take you away,,
The stride determines the goal and it's navigation, it's experience with wonder and wild,.
Strength with perilous perspective,
A walk that's with you, will take your thoughts with occasion and blistfulness,
Hold high the cause of your steps, and
it's motavation when a sudden
turn is deliberate,
Remote and Lively are it's name's
Fiddle, Faddle, Fart,
My brain is falling apart.
Tweedle, Twaddle, Dee,
Oh deary me!
Fanny, Dango, and Flirt,
What will go first?
Lassoing my feet with panties,
Just to be neat!
Slinging bras around breasts,
With renewed defeat!
Starting out all curious and gay,
Always cheering on a new day!
Now we are in reverse,
Amazed we made it to a new day!
Now all we have to do,
Is get out of bed and find our shoes!
ETHEREE TYPE POETRY
LIVELY STONES
Stone
Living stones
Become one
Through connection
With the Corner Stone
Our Savior Jesus Christ
Who pardons and cleanses us
From all sin and gives us freedom
To be lively stones in His temple
Gleaming in the sunlight of His glory
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Lively little Linda, lost love of long ago,
Willingly wandered west with wild Wanda Wilson
Traipsing twice from Tennessee to Tyler Texas
Then to Tucumcari, Tucson, and Tonopah.
Likely larks lured to Lilly’s Lovely Ladies’ Lounge
Hardly having hazards hover their honest heads,
Both babes badly beaten on broken brothel beds
Rescued by rowdy, robust, roving Romeos.
Fleeing, flush-faced, from flashy, fickle first page fame
Heading for home, heartily hoping for healing
Daily devoted to drive Denver to Dover
Wayne waited for Wanda; Louie longed for Linda.
Passionate peaceful pals purposed no purpled past,
Welcoming Wanda and Linda to love at last.
On Lake Huron roamed a lively maltese
who chased seagulls with her little niece
But then two birds soared by
swooped them up to the sky
Now they’re off flying south with geese
1/17/22
Lively,
soul electric;
Balance allowed to reign;
Slow shock, not too loud or too soft
strumming.
lovely lithe lively lemurs
languishing lovingly lengthwise
laboriously lightening our loads
laughing in lemur-like linguistics
lovely lacksidasical loving lemurs
letting loose leeches live
living lemur-like lightness
lollygagging in lemur-like ways
hopping on one foot
fat red breasted robin
squirrel rolls his eyes
Pat the Nonagenarian
No one would guess Pat was over ninety
She'd had pins and tucks, is trim and lively
With implanted bust
Inflated buttocks
She drives men crazy, undeniably.
That is till they get her into the sack
Pat can't raise a smile as her face would crack
Her buttocks and bust
Pop when they are touched
Sadly for Pat no man ever comes back.
26th May 2021
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