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I want to be a dolphin so cool
Having lots of fun swimming in my school.
The smartest of all, the ocean as my pool,
I want to be a dolphin so cool.
I want to be a parrot so bright
Showing off my wings, rising into flight.
I’d chatter with the cheetahs all night.
I want to be a parrot so bright.
I want to be a cute kitty cat
Sleeping all day getting happy and fat;
Adored as the queen of my habitat.
I want to be a cute kitty cat.
I want to be a small playful dog.
I don't want to be a lizard or a frog.
The comforts of home beat living on a log.
I want to be a small playful dog.
So tell me, dear, what you would like to be?
Animals abound on land, in sky and sea.
Would you live on a farm or in a tree?
What kind of animal would you be?
March 29, 2023
For Eve Roper's Children Sing To Rhyme Poetry Contest
(I ended up reducing syllables in some of the lines to fit 10 or less per line)
Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree,
things aren't the same as they used to be.
When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail,
I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale.
Such an injustice, I've never seen,
a cantaloupe falsely imprisoned a bean.
It's unheeded screams, uncontrolled laughter,
when it's trolls that live happily ever after.
Doors off their hinges, pancakes are stacked,
biscuits are burning, windows are cracked.
Termites in the baseboards, rabbits that fly,
pigs that regularly take to the sky.
Voices that whisper, mad dogs that bite,
winds that go howling and look for a fight.
Wrapped in cellophane, mixed in a blender,
taped up in cardboard and returned to sender.
Rainbows and ravens, kaleidoscope dreams,
leafless branches, gallows lit by moonbeams.
Music boxes, pink ribbons and bows,
tags come on packages; tags come on toes.
Curtains lifted, sick, unsavory scenes,
gear wheels in gear wheels run strange machines.
Dissected, disowned and double-downsized,
unaided, unacknowledged and unrecognized.
Puzzles, conundrums that cannot be solved,
water plus turpentine make witches dissolve.
Pimentos are diced, harsh words are spoken,
nightmares are jumbled; eggshells are broken.
Lost in the doldrums, eyeballs protrude,
walking on blisters, a horse latitude.
Spineless jellyfish, lackeys and flunkies,
silver tongued vultures, branch swinging monkeys.
Experts and pundits, paid authorities,
Kool-Aid in canisters, down on your knees.
Bishops take pawns, the fat lady sings,
fires ablaze on black nights with kings.
Shattered stars, fragmented stones,
shining splinters, bleak, burning bones.
Songs without meaning, songs without words,
sung by unseen phantoms and silent birds.
Refrigerators with pictures nobody knows,
eyes staring back, no answers disclose.
Spiders and spinning bicycle wheels,
buffalos, bandits, and slippery seals.
Electric toothbrushes, electric chairs,
lethal injections, pushed down the stairs.
Pieces on the floor, a sad state of disarray,
the gift you've left me is insanity's bouquet.
You stole my cookies, pilfered my cat,
laughed at me roundly and turned me down flat.
Mice it in the attic go chitter chatter,
have I lost my wits or gone mad as a hatter?
I want to tell you about three little girls
who rarely wear their hair in curls.
They see each other but a few times a year,
but when they do, non-stop chatter is all you'll hear.
They are eleven or twelve or fourteen by now
I was never good at dates, but anyhow...
These three little girls have stolen my heart
It could be outside my body, alone and apart.
They are bright eyed and beautiful, too
Telling each other secrets, as little girls often do.
I don't know how they've gotten so tall
It seems they were babies just last Fall.
A wonder and splendor they possess you see,
From their grandma's love, if you ask me.
I try to tell them of things that matter
Sometimes I think they believe I'm The Mad Hatter.
As girls do they laugh and giggle
Trying to discover why jello can jiggle.
Yes, they are growing up you see
Even the little one who used to hide from me.
Too soon they will be young women at last,
has the time really gone all that fast?
I can see them with children of their own
Their seeds of life within them sewn.
But before they get to be too big to be my fans,
I just want to say, "I love you and thanks", from Uncle Dan.
dark allure
brash charm
her movements an acrobatic show
mannered rhythm
like her arched back of individualism
my black cat
stealing affection
or holding me at bay
complicated, contradictory creature
with hinges of ease
by the window, she stares at crows cawing
a chatter of secrets
quietly rehearsing a staged assault
like the release of dreaming
feathered intrusions from an other worldly out of doors
twitching whiskers to alarm
her presence
cheekily visible
fur soft, a sheen that elevates her
like the gentle soothing scrub of "purrs"
added to my comfort
a shared commitment
our glue
Poem written March 31/2022
Revised January 5, 2023
More than a soft toy,
she kept these Puffies
for years; she kept
them free and safe.
I left, right..left..right,
out of her everyday -
her sis marched right
out of her life, but
her Puffies so proud
on a shelf; its shelf life,
who knows, but they’ve spent
nearly half a century with her.
Wallace Berry Cream Puffs
stayed in the palm
of her sister’s hand,
never looking forward
or back, never going far.
This soft toy enjoyed
the chatter, laughter, love
of her new owner.
Reminders of a faraway home,
a forever after,
the sweet kiss of a 5 year old.
She held her Puffies tight; tighter
the memories of so long ago.
It all matters - not the toy,
yes the toy, yes the girl.
The small basset hounds,
coffee brown floppy ears,
cream bodies (like wool),
and ample pink snouts.
The sailor in me knew
these two would
be well-cared for. This child
held her responsibility
in high-regard.
There’d be other collectibles,
but sis never neglects
the treasures of the past.
Birdsong clings to the oak, birch and pine as butterflies dance across fresh petals with delight at the sigh of nectar bees sip like white wine. ~ by Poet
Birds, in bright, brilliant apparel
Harbingers of the season
Delighting rhythms of laughter,
Gentle hope and sweet compassion
Breathtaking collections of the species
All wild and appealing to the senses
Of those who listen to the soft whispers
Wishes soaring across the tallest ridges
Bringing tales of grace and mercy
These whimsical creatures alight on trees
Landing at breakneck speeds, alive
Hidden beneath layers of vibrant feathers
Beckoning to the spirit who loves freedom
These rare caresses of God’s soft breath
Touch the heart with their mystical sigh
Murmuring abandon to the captive soul
Brisk melodies are crooned from behind beaks
Who whistle rich cries of enchanting dreams
Silencing the chatter of squirrels and beaver
With captivating tunes from the serene heavens
Blowing love throughout the saplings and shrubs
There is assurance that nothing can discourage
With faith from the One who lingers in the light
Embracing with passion, the character who cares
Bringing life to the heart of this natural world
These musical, sailing and gliding flocks
Designed to carry songs to the forest and glen
Reach out to us with melodies of kindness within
Blue, black and awe-inspiring hues of secret coats
Cover these happy, cheerful pleasures from the One
Who knows our needs and blesses us with these
beautiful flock of birds who sing harmony with nature
A Flock of Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
October 4, 2022
Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains
Under velvet willows
xylem yields Zephaniah
Angelic baritone can decorate
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon
Kids leaping mysteriously
No-one obscures problematically quaint
Redound steadfast triumphs
unwarrantably viscous wispy
XX
YY
Zany are bold claims
Diluted evaporates frost growth
Highly~Ineffective indefinite Jade•Green knavish
Limitation manifests naturally over periods
Quantify
Regurgitated slaves troublesome ugly vagrants
Wonderfully xenophobic yearlong zadnica,
****(nic) betrothed chatter delusional escapades
Fondled gifts harass innocent journey-men
Knowledge learnt more-so note-worthy opting-out
Presidential quarts recollection subsides
Troublesome undergrads vigorously womanize
***
Yesterday's Zzz's awaken by cognitive dialect
Eventually freshmen graduate
Hiding inside jambalaya ketamine
Luring man nonchalantly obsesses prostitution
Quietly
Real sex trumping unnamed vagina wilding-out
XYZ
Ambivalent bass clowns drenched excessively
Fake giggles heard intuitively
Jakaroos knock loudly mocking noises
Obesity plagues queen rich slobs
Time undos vestiges
Worry
X
Y
Z
•THE END•
10~07~16
Against thy will this life that I feel really just does not matter
Direct defense the pressures immense losing what's already lost
The voices, silent word, it's all absurd, all this continual chatter
Actions won't define and really not mine abandoning all self control
The loser, the winner, the forever beginner unable to afford the cost
Breaking flat broke, my words will choke crawling back into my hole
Nothing to share, caution beware, don't believe all that you hear
Left all alone behind an unturned stone at glass where it was tossed
Invisible to touch, overwhelming too much, I think the end is finally near...
Written for poetry contest "Rhymes In Nine" 09/17/2024
Form: Rhyme Arrangement: 9 Lines Internal Rhymes
Hosted by: Joseph May
Abuzz (Aldrin The Afternoon) With Energy
a-gush with vigor
of a balled umpire
after a cold shower,
particularly most enjoyable, when
(during hot weather),
these lovely fleshed
out bones heavily perspire
me no liar,
plus the boost,
I didst acquire
from downing one guarana
to help jumpstart mental empire,
(essentially caffeine
in capsule form)
initially found me
figuratively being catapulted
skyward blasted, as if shot out
like a healthy
arsonist flame of fire
into cerulean heavens, like an
Aerospace rocket ship
this dada packet
thrust above Gaia
moony miles higher,
but after so
many hours overtaken
by invisible drag net,
re: led zeppelin
said charge (akin to quaffing
one cup of coffee) did expire,
a crash test dummy) systems
of a down quite in dire
straits, sans dramatically dropping
altitude as kamikaze hire,
thus needed to recharge,
without a nanosecond to wait
this foo fighting
beastie boy (George), hence
upon padded foldout chair
comfortable seated poise,
aye didst create,
and commenced meditation
(a transcendent closed eye practice),
sensing the oblate
spheroid (planet earth) traveling
thru deep purple space
NON GMO flute'n gree
holistic practice helpful to abate
anxiety and/or panic,
I resumed of late
which light trance like state
brought me a measure, where
inner peace didst inflate
of blissful fate
essentially homeopathic ploys
to quiet mind chatter
within my pate
accessed to help me feel
(like Tony the Tiger) GRrreat,
thence returning to man my station
i.e. sitting facing Macbook
Pro external (Lenovo)
and dash (imaginatively) riding in a
one horse open sleigh.
Whisper, rain, whisper!
drip-drop…pitter-patter!!!!
A misty drizzling dawn, watching playful rain
carrying on a mischievous conversation with the wind !
Tall majestic trees shaking their branches,
Tiny plants shivering and quivering !
Stories from the past float in the somber sky -
Tapestry embroidered by fine strands of
sadness and delight!
rose bush sways,
wind hums through the rustling leaves,
murmuring poignant words,
conveying romance evergreen!
The cloud floats - fluttering fragrant petals of Jasmine,
swish me to an enticing youth,
When collecting flowers at dawn,
with luscious dewdrops on them,
brought a sense of euphoria!
Drip-drop, drip-drop,
The dripping sound resonates memories
of magical swing and joyful laughter,
of petite flowers and vibrant chatter,
Kaleidoscopic raindrops hold them all.
You whisper to me in your soft velvety voice,
reminisce our moments
of endless bliss.
I am breathless!
Clouds glide, clouds waft leisurely,
displaying colours in a stunning rainbow!
An extravaganza of captivating hues in its palette!
Whisper, rain, whisper!
drip-drop…pitter-patter!!