Long Bubbles Poems
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JOYFUL and JANKY
Bay of Bengal swells, bubbles to boast
of huge tidal waves to dash, thrash, on coast.
Amazing enchanting trip to Thailand.
Exciting venture of sail on speed boat.
Patayia, Bangkok, Phuket we covered.
Peerless treasures of Ocean were observed.
Submarine voyage was just wonderful.
Astonishing sea-view was discovered.
A glamorous gorgeous performance,
Fantastic show of Thailand chanced to glance.
Watched wild animals to walk free in park,
Gigantic big seal stood on tail to dance.
All along nice stay in five- star hotel.
Last day occurrence was janky to tell.
Travel agent arranged horrible meal
on dirty road side: ‘A Terrible tale.’
10/17/ 16
Your Last Janky Experience by Tanis Troutman
( Subtitle : Let the road end, let love linger )
Grapes and grandeur in the pink sun
We shared for our pleasure
The frost and fervor that we spun
Looked beyond erasure
Love and hate are too much ingrained
I know, in our apples
As the maples dropped off in pain
Paled the passion purple
How come our bubbles got so sick
Was our love just a lust
Or else how the wall grew so quick
Billowing mean distrust
Okay, let the wedded road end
Let us remain just friends
You go your way and me mine bend
With shared rains in our veins
Time releases both stink and scent
Dahlias we did love
Will wear off too the discontent
Clouds of love float above
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6 January 2017/Rhyme Scheme : abab
Syllable count : 8-6-8-6/Contest sponsor :
Nicola Byrne
What if the apple was thrown
What if gravity is sideways
All my doctors were who’s
What if we all have our own bubbles of gravity
I mean I don’t
Join the lunch line
correctly auto
My words a flocking
Mobile over a crib
Is it just me that sees that
No down just out
Where does it start
Is gravity too close gravy
Tea for witch two
Bull looks performance
Took my breadth a
Weigh your options
Take your thyme
Orange is the rind
Let’s call them yellows
Apples could be bruises
Bananas long yellow
Lemmings short yellow
We shorten hello to h
By the second l I may kill
Ewe there are you looking at my
Use space like a room for my ings
I mean technically it is a theory
I am not saying there isn’t
but are you s
—————-u
—————-r
—————-e before the next step
Did you know if you rotate a shark 3 times it renders it
unconscious
C’mon Tik Ewe tube
Just heard the cows in the
Field has felt and fell following friend and fiend
It was my turn to be it
April hurt her eye now we are in
I sea you
I myself just me
but inside the air is more than
three
Years have passed
Autumns and springs
Have come and gone
The days are longer
Nights are deeper
Dawn is early
Odors are subdued
Imbued in idleness
Sad for nothing
With vacant gaze
And empty heart
Traveling in my thoughts
Searching the new shores
Waiting for the unknown
The leaves are intact
Blooms are bright
The supple mind
Vibrates and bubbles
I am more of myself
Tasks are missing
Goals are lost
Dressing in style
But nowhere to go
All turned in to memories
Time turned in to wine
But the glass is dry
Is it a blind end?
Or the more is yet to come?
Giant ornaments like tumbleweeds, like eye popping bubbles, boisterously released in London streets. Like giant lightweight bowling balls that cavort out of their lanes. The breeze plays volleyball, indeterminate who’s winning. The kids’ winning for sure. Follow the bouncing baubles, unravelling revelation of holiday spirit. Celebration in the streets off to a fa-la-la start.
If this was an episodic Doctor Who, those orbs would mean trouble’s steamrolling in. The tardis’ on high alert. It’s always London! The doctor’s enigmatic scrutiny of exploding rounds and Santas showing up. They’ve weapons too. Watch out! Don’t worry! The Doctor will save you.
11/3/2022
liquid water has no shape of its own
in a cup, it's a cup
in a spoon it's a spoon
but it ripples with delight when prodded
or gets tickled with a drop or drip.
the wind caresses it into waves
sustainable till dashed on shore
with splash and spray, bubbles and foam,
drawn back to amorphous ooze
content to remained constrained
and contained, happily within
But water vapor has shape
puffed into clouds aloft
aloof in the sky
and wispy steam wafts, fluffs and spirals in air
like waving gossamer threads
and of course there is snow and ice
which have shapes of their own.
touch them and you know it's water in pain
wanting in agony to be
shapeless
In the whimsical woods where the wind whirls wild,
Lived Benjamin the Bear, a creature quite mild.
With a belly that bounced as he waddled through trees,
He was a bundle of joy, blowing bubbles with ease.
His fur, a brown blanket, thick and lustrously lush,
Rustled in rhythm as he'd saunter through the hush.
With a snout that sniffed out sweet honey from thorns,
He dancingly dodged the prickly prongs.
Benjamin, the bemused, beheld the beauty,
Of dewdrops that decorated each leaf, each lily.
He'd gaze at the gazelles, gracefully grazing,
And giggle at the geese, in V-formation amazing.
The forest echoed with his boisterous laughter,
As he tried to teach the trout to sing after.
With a chuckle deep and a chortle clear,
He was the jolly jest of the forest, dear.
In the heart of the humble, he held a honeycomb,
A symbol of sweetness, in his pawed palm, it roamed.
The bees buzzed by, in a bumbling ballet,
Around Benjamin, their benevolent ballet.
The squirrels would scurry, to see the spectacle,
Of the bear who wore a smile so detectable.
For in his eyes, a sparkle of mirth,
A testament to the joy he brought to the earth.
The trees whispered tales of the bear so benign,
Whose life was a litany of laughter, divine.
In the glow of the golden sun's gentle sway,
Benjamin's spirit was sunshine and play.
So, remember dear friend, when you're feeling blue,
The bear with a heart as vast as the dew.
For in nature's embrace, where the wild things meet,
Lies a humor as sweet as the honey's treat.
Wolves were wandering all alone
At home
On a Sunday AM morning
Goodies empty in their storing
Feeling pretty dandy
But there was this craving for candy
Calling to deliver toffee
Thinking it would be grand with tea or coffee
Having a bout that is diagnosed as the blues
Everton thought this visit would be easy and cool
Dressing the part to be a muse
Everton arrived at the Wolverhampton field
Ready to honor the business deal
Before they decided to rest
A foul was committed wanting a confess
Goal awarded after the arrest
Penalty shot scored due to contacting play was a mess
When they returned from the break
Another toffee the Wolves did take
Followed by one more
No need to buy any toffee inside the convenience store
Three nil was how it ended
Table jumping wolves worthy to be commended
Aston’s property now must be defended
Royals from the Eagle state
Made a date
With Aston to tell him ‘wait’
“You have not gone under
Buzzing west hams could still blunder”
“Do you have a plan you’re royal highness?”
Aston Asked with kindness
“I will give you two
The rest is up to you”
King Glazier did explain
About Aston keeping his villa in the high profile game
Three points appeared
Creeping closer claret and blue army got near
Being told nothing to fear
Blowing bubbles
Seeing no trouble
West Hammy United buzz was all secure
But are they sure
One could be shown the door?
I do not need a cup of tea.
I do not need you're sympathy.
I don't need you to be obtuse.
I just need a cup of Seuss.
The nib, the nub the flub a dub.
A ring of truth in the dirty tub.
How many squubbles can it squish?
How many bubbles can it swish?
The Freckle Heckle Farkle Foos.
Escaped the zoo and now is loose.
They've contacted inspecter Kleuss.
And asked for help from Dr. Seuss.
There seems to be no rhyme or reason
For there seems to be no crime or treason.
But when the slime leaks from the sneez'n.
Sadly, it's just that time of season.
So when your brain goes down the drain.
And there seems that there's just no refrain.
Just blow your nose to ease the pain.
But not your mind so that you stay sane.
Note: It seems I am up to my old ignorant bliss and didn't read what I shouldn't miss. So this won't be entered in the contest. So I offer it now just for jest. :)
Written April 10, 2017
I brushed the fabric black fields
of heaven, ripping, a sliver of time
flashed lightning and unveiled
the universe speaking in one voice
With numbing relief I softly run
my fingers cross the firmament
feeling moments ripple in tune
with the song ringing in my bones
I sing with agony and pain
my only voice, I breathe in
bubbles of pure white light
but gasp with a tongue of hope
conversing in unspoken history
I can now carelessly stroll
cutting a swath through sheer will,
across memories rhymed to repeat
I softly tread filling my spirit
with the elation of joy and love
In memory ...
I look back at my footprints
wondering at the million moments
that will vanish on my last sigh
magnetic I gravitate to eternity
And now hands cross my face
as a second counted milli’s,
final gasps are heard in sleep
moaning in tune with the ache
Underneath tomorrow lays forever
trilling for my return to the fold
and collecting stars in my basket
I make stardust as your eyes stroll
My darlings,
You cannot follow
where I have to go
I love you into forever
it will always be so
With the standing greys
my spirit will shortly fly to rest
to see the face of the most holy
I will rest on a white doves breast
I am tired, so tired, I unravel undone
tumbling on forwards
paper fibrils flutter
I've now felt rapture in release,
I am numb and broken in body
falling forever into the night
my eyes are always blurred
as the dawn mourns its sight
reaching out of the dark of the vale
I will find my place in God’s Grace
under relief an earthquake will shake
I already miss your gorgeous face
with a last sigh I am unlaced ...