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Bibbety Bobbity bunny went shopping with his mum
She bought him a pogo stick so he could have some fun
For other bunnies had teased him about his enormous ears
Poor Bibbety got so upset he’d run to his mum in tears
Now he’d got his pogo stick he’d bounce around all day
Couldn’t wait to show off and hear what other bunnies say
Some bunnies gathered round him to see what he could do
He gave one ginormous bounce and into the air he flew
Bibbety Bobbity bunny had bounced oh so very high
He left the earth’s surface and landed in the sky
The other bunnies shouted for him to come back to land
But Bibbety went zooming high, he was feeling oh so grand
Hopping on fluffy clouds of iced pink cotton candy
Bibbety thought life in the sky was so very fine and dandy
For now his long floppy ears acted as a propeller
He became a bunny helicopter, oh what a clever fella
Bibbety Bobbity bunny thought he could have a little fun
By dancing on the rainclouds and blocking out the sun
Hopping about on misty clouds made him want the loo
There are no toilets in the sky, what should poor Bibbety do?
A stream of rabbit droppings falling from the sky
Could really hurt someone if it hit them in the eye
So Bibbety grabbed his long ears and made a bunny nappy
He floated back down to earth and he was really happy
Bibbety’s pogo stick just disappeared and his flying day is over
He now just plays in his garden and nibbles sweet spring clover
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Two social crystals
Two lovely books together
Under lamp of love
One mere paperback
The other hardbound gilded
Intense struggle on
“We shall overcome”
Resonated day and night
A rope walking tight
Page combined with page
A new book of poems grew
As a haiku came
Baby on her toes
Tremor occurred but the ball
Every time bounced back
A third book now grows
New story of a new home
Blue waves in white foam
In their shell a pearl
Now a ten year old bright boy
The family’s joy
Time moves on the shore
I still look to forming waves
In poetry caves
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May 4, 2016
Format 5-7-5 : (www. howmanysyllables.com)
Submission for Haiku on “My Family” – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : marvin celestial
You sat next to the fire pit
Sipping your martini, looking for secrets at the bottom of the glass
I bounced on the old trampoline
Dirty
Covered in sticks and leaves
And I jumped avoiding the small rips in the polypropylene
As the sunlight faded
And the fire flies came out
Neither of us even had the thought
That in just two months
One of us would be dead
And the other would be
Running
So fast in the opposite direction
But right then
The air was full of mayflies and the smell of bug spray and summer
And the season is too new.
Too young for its very own tragedy.
I really loved you then
I’ve loved you since I was old enough to remember your face
And I asked you if you were happy
To be there with me
And you told me that you had never been happy And you didn’t elaborate
And I cried myself to my bedroom
And fell asleep with no Kiss goodnight.
"I'm going to wake up and bury my heart if you're not in it, I could never forget, so I pretend it never happened, I'll live in delusions." _ by poet.
My lingering trepidation blooms
with thoughts of your being,
fading, slipping into a narrow
delicate shadow as whisps of
memory is thrown in the circle
of windy motions, swirling in
destructive steps.
You left me with sights that would
create demons.
I knew they were
all sweets of a dangling viper,
vaping energy, puking poison
as mocktails, yet, I believed.
I bathed in them like lavenders
till they were roses. I let myself
loose, spewing like helpless canons,
shooting into the heavens.
I grasped his horns and envisioned
it a costume. I thought he was art,
my masterpiece, so I surrendered,
I offered myself as a muse,
he gulped my every juice.
I gave myself as a canvas,
he stroked the world's darkest
Miseries on me.
He was a masquerade of fragrances,
a knight of melodious charades.
My brain had a non-function atom,
it couldn't recognise signs, there
was no thinking made, just a dive
so deep I drowned.
You haven't hugged and
embraced pain until
you wish for its non-existence.
These won't travel with the breeze
of the night, they can't be cemented.
Like truth, I flung them out and they
bounced back like morning dews.
Folded like crumpled pages,
my heart bleeds into a trillion shreds. Memories weigh heavy like the
Champions League, encasing
my soul in cursed ice. I want
them wiped like the end of
every teaching on a blackboard,
only then would I truly live.
I accidentally let one loose -
I was tipsy and had no excuse
It happened at the rare breed’s zoo
When I decided to cuddle a cute kangaroo
As I crept into the fenced off enclosure
I struggled to maintain my composure
The joey leapt past me, I just couldn’t stop it
as it bounded away like a flaming rocket!
I tried to catch it by grabbing hold of its tail
but I slipped on a grape, and let out a loud wail
I could see the joey bounce away into the distance
It was clear I needed professional assistance
I got the attention of the kangaroo warden
She turned on me like a demented gorgon
and shouted at me, the air turned quite blue
as we both chased after that small kangaroo
The footloose joey demanded more intervention
His keeper spluttered words too rude to mention
The kangaroo bounced away at lightning speed
We needed to ensnare it, the keeper decreed
We were joined in the chase by the local vet
who used a long pole, on the end was a net
He managed to place it over the joey’s head
Soon joey was captured and locked in his shed
I tried to apologise until I was puce in the face
But they wouldn’t listen, said I was a disgrace
As a result of my action I’m banned from that zoo
I guess I won’t get to cuddle a baby kangaroo
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My whole nervous systems fried
There's a day I haven't cried
From the feelings I've bounced
all around--it's like you pounced
On a heart you suffocated
That can't be resuscitated
My life force is being drained
And your footprint is engrained
With tread marks of certain doom
You didn't leave me any room
To catch any of my breath
My hearts being squished to death
Along with the love I gave
Now its all just in the grave
You buried my love away
Stomping on it till the day
I no longer live any more
You hated me down to the core
From the start I don't know why
All these years was just a lie
It was cold now.
The joy in the air that one thinks of when they hear,
“Summer”, seemed to have gone away long ago.
But it was not dead yet.
And it would not die without first saying goodbye.
It would sing a song,
No,
More of an Opera if you will.
It was grand in its modesty.
Loud and yet silent.
The Crickets and the Cicadas and the Mighty Birds screamed,
Refusing to depart without first making sure that they would be remembered.
They surely would be.
It was not only those creatures that made up this tune.
It was also the light and the rocks and the way the light bounced off of the rocks and, well, many things.
All those things that do not speak but that I hear nonetheless.
Or perhaps, none of these things cried out to me.
Perhaps I’ve gone mad.
It may be that,
Stones do not talk
and
Summer is not some Goddess
reaching out to me, and only me,
In a triumphantly serene moment.
But it was pleasant either way.
Lancaster formations
One two and three
To attack the dams
Off Industrial Germany
Targets to hit
In the Ruhr valley
Power providers
Canal alley
RAF Scampton
Near Lincoln they load
This barrelled bomb
Bounced to explode
Runway lined
Engines roar
Crews ready
Tally Ho!
Flying low to reach their quest
Allied pilots at their best
Flak explodes all around
As the Germans hear our engine sounds
Targets reached as they circle round
To gauge their height as it bounces sound
Steady steady let her go
As it hits the water
First bounce slow
Second bounce, momentum gain
These dams, not to be the same
Clinical strike as it hits the wall
Sinks, explodes
Crumbling walls
Minutes pass
As the crew's look back
To observe the severity of the attack
Nearly out of sight, as the walls finally gave
Cascades of water in thunderous rage
The Möhne and Eder breached as planned
Missions accomplished on these German dams
German war effort, hampered for a spell
As for the rest of the conflict
Time would tell
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Brown face is a strainer for tears
Like lace they fall poetic to all
A ribbon of red bloody fears
You still call but I no longer talk
What occurred is reality set in
I’m no longer your prisoner
No longer your passionate sin
No longer your world to live in
I see your smile and see denial
You only loved the idea of me
But not enough to make me queen
Not enough to share my dream
I wanted simple things a true embrace
Remembrance of special occasions
To be loved in a safe place
But you could never be so clever
I’d never ask you to cherry change
You are who you are even if pains
Not your fault I was so in love with love
That lightening struck out of luck
And love wasn’t enough
It’s not enough when it’s just a cliché
You cut me out like cardboard heart
For a public masquerade
You only see my figure and my face
You misread my spirit my soul my faith
You don’t see me you don’t read me
You don’t breathe me you don’t feed me
You don’t need me the same way I need you
A Bag of Jacks
In place upon the pavement and sun upon my back
Within my hand there jangles a little bag of jacks
Along with friends to watch or even have a play
The little bag is opened, the jacks are disarrayed
All eyes are cast upon their pattern on the ground
A little rubber ball within the flimsy bag is found
And the game begins when the rubber ball is bounced
Then rapid grab to pick up jacks and after do a count
Deft is the hand that gets the jacks as well as catch the ball
The winner is the one who’s first to get them all
And many an hour was spent playing this same old game
And better came the catching with a happiness inflamed
Under the warming sun of summer upon the dusty path
Just a little bag of treasure with which to have a laugh
Now distant memories etched in the fuzzy lapse of time
When the age of childhood pleasure was firmly in its prime