Long Delightedly Poems
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Punkisimo
My own nonsense word
Laughter with my muse
Delightedly figuring out meaning
Enthusiastic gang singing on American Idol
Relaxdressica
Created on site, here and now folks
Misunderstood emotions
Tamped down into a meditative dressing ritual
Deals with taking off clothes and sleeping in the buff
Zebracillia
Invented cheerfully while we chewed
Our striped gums neighing at each other
While dancing the miranga during
A baby zebra's birthing celebration
Gravetia.
Italian. Upsets the French to hear it.
Understanding of statue of Love
Petitioners want to replace Statue of Liberty
Americans reluctant to let them in to do it.
Suspicious of everyone now.
Her first taste of the water
Was filled with excitement
She moved through liquid
Like dolphin swim delightedly
She swam and swam so long
That we had to call her out
For she’d stayed in the water
Until her skin was contracted
Since she was only two then
We didn’t have a clue just
Where her swimming came
She was born with the instinct
We called her a little mermaid
Since the very first swim that year
When she taught us all just how
To enjoy a dip in the clear azure
Where liquid promises make you
Feel like you’ve been given a treasure
Of inspiration and enlightenment,
Gifts from the seas of enchantment
September 20, 2019
MERMAIDS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
So what sane parent
would intentionally lead their family
into internal
or external war,
right?
Well, apparently former political
and religious extremists,
neonazis,
Islamic fundamentalists,
Christian fundamentalists...
Oh, wait,
I'm not sure their Republican White Nationalist
AntiDemocratic First Amendment,
kleptocratic and oligarchical Second Amendment
LeftBrain rabidly ballistic dominant
Anti-natural/spiritual nondualistic health intentions
are yet media-conscious enough,
yet, still, these fake-Christians among us
are visible as far too comfortable
with Mammon's military-industrial ballistic defense
So terrified of Sodom,
Parents for Terrorist Religious War
and Threat of FinalRapture Weapons
neglect to notice
their own naked butts
delightedly backing toward beastly Gomorrah.
Anyway, with or without reformed Christian NeoFascists,
Parenting for Peace
is against militarism,
possibly for the usual costly inhumane and environmental
and economic reasons,
but also because,
as mental health-recovering parents,
and grandparents,
and future great grandparents,
They see military-corporate theft
and associates
like colonialism,
and missionary zealous patriarchalism,
and sanctuary apartheid racism,
and homophobia,
and sexism,
and anthropocentrism,
and xenophobia
as corporate public health hazards.
Rabidity,
like subclimates of health,
wears both an internal, mental, spiritual face,
and an external, physical, natural Earth EcoSpace;
codependently negative, pathological,
as transectorally positive, eco/theo-logical
robust future health potential.
There are red and green snitchies in my fingers,
They rapidly chase me down my wooden hall.
Delightedly twirl me I into a mass with their zingers,
Eleven can quickly roll me into a giant ball.
An enormous blue green snitchie ball is on top of the frig.
Keeps me from going willingly into my very own kitchen.
Six are around the corner, laughing, playing lifetime bridge.
I can clearly hear the oldest craziest one britch'n.
I close my eyes and cringe, the start of every single weekend day.
Snitchies in my mind, making me feel like something is off.
Pink and lavender snitchies, yelling “hey, woman get up, hey!”
Grandma Snitchie is knitting an afghan, and I hear her cough.
I close my eyes and pretend I am asleep or dead or have had a fall.
Ignoring them in the nicest way, knowing how fast they can roll me.
Into a snitchie ball. Uncomfortable before I have bath-roomed at all.
My heart stops as I hear an army of them stomping down the hall with glee.
Their stories were charming at first, so I let a few in, but they got old fast.
I hold myself in a very polite “I am dead” sort of way, hoping they will leave.
Surely this Snitchy Colony they have made in my house cannot forever last.
They bounce me off and roll me up, so now I am sort of almost a bit peeved.
Guess what? We’ve made you our mayor, they yell happily.
I am excited, because I did not know I had even run!
I fly through the air and someone catches me quite snappily.
I giggle and laugh. Being the Mayor has made this semin-hostile Snitchie Take Over quite fun!
Nature breathes gentle songs through the winds and wings, creating an intimacy with God which sparks the twinkle in both the stars and eyes ~ Quote by Poet
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Whispering softly, liquid against smooth stones
Caressing my naked thoughts, my imagination, my heart
Roaring rapids pouring over in rushing torrents of unspoken words
Creating tender melodies of unspeakable joy, faith, hope and love
Breathless laughter trembles from silent stars
Twinkling delightedly, inspiring souls to listen to their falling smiles
Coloring the night in shimmering displays of emotions that inspire
Dancing flames of wisdom color the dawn in lemon rays
Sunlight sighs through the azure sky, embracing souls
Warming thoughts with awe of heaven
Nature's music invites prayers and psalms to become well known
Lingering on minds for moments alive with a spiritual warmth
Lifting shadows from the darkest grief
Capturing hymns of enlightenment, amazement and unending grace
~~~
7/13/2021
Little Bo Peep her head full of soft cotton wool
Lost sheep! No wonder. She thinks her ram is a bull
Over the hills and far far away
forever these sheep are astray
whilst their little plump bellies remain, delightedly full
There once was a sweetheart with title of Cinderella
Met a desperate and randy old fella
In her carriage she fled
prefer he stayed out of her bed
If she has to she'll hide way down in the cellar
Hickory Dickory Dock a big electric clock
shorted out, three mice endured a shock
The farmers wife's knife very blunt
Kept their tails laughed at her stunt
Will they run up again they'll immediately now take stock
There was a tarantula spider well known as Incy or Ipsy
Hotel every Friday always came tottering home very tipsy
His dwelling is named the Web Inn
When drunk renamed Wobble In
Constructed inside a web that's attractive and wispy
Humpty Dumpty he sat on a ten metre wall
Such a conceited big head he was due for a fall
Suddenly bricks took a tumble
Humpty now atop this big jumble
Come stick me together that was his desperate call
Jack an invitation to step sister Jill
Together lets go sliding down this long hill
Jill ripped her pants
can't wear them to dance
But the sliding together gave them a wonderful thrill
Little Miss Muffet sat perched on her tuffet
The porridge too hot to eat she said stuff it
Through her guts went the curds
passed out now as turds
She then arrived to eat some fruit at a buffet
Little Jack Horner still remains in the same corner
For many years an inveterate mourner
Once pulled out the plum
That injured his bum
Decided it's time to cheer himself up so dived inside a hot sauna
Your retreat I watch laden with the heavy beat of your soles
Pray strength I keep father as this rough stretch calls to me
In light your teachings to follow my heart fright should not bring
Oh king you know well it’s dusk to kiss the lessons away
For school our private chats were and each scoop you delightedly gave
A princess you said wasn’t all purple so pretense I can’t display
Fondly intelligence you spoke of as the very essence to a free mind
And blessed are you for your insights truly blended with my inexperience
As gem, desire to shine and like you jet more and explore
20/2/2015
Contest: Plucky Two By Nine
Anna Pearl Longman
1900-1916
Dewey Hicks truly loved me.
Loved me as Mark loved Cleo,
Loved me as Pyramus loved Thisbe.
We took many a determined stroll,
With hands entangled delightedly,
Down the cool expectant streets,
Of this quiet Quaker town,
Across the strident fields at noon time,
Seeking a shady spot under the sun.
Happily we found one,
In the still sullen afternoon,
Of my final day on earth,
Way over by the Strong Ranch,
Hidden by the stately pampas plumes,
The ripe strawberry field of the Needham family;
Dewey and me settled in silence that day,
Me feeding him there,
His blond crown upon my brown carriage,
One moist sweet strawberry at a time,
No doubt, our finest moment as lovers.
But then, as with all things in life,
Written and unwritten,
It ended as my heart stopped,
Stopped as a clock unwound in time,
There in the still summer heat,
Of this quiet Quaker town.
Crow's claws carrion campy carping
nsync nocturnal teenage mutant ninja turtles
analogous to scuttling
(think) browed beastie boys scarab beetle
brandishing sharp small scabbard swords
delightedly digging daggers deep
into deadened prey
rotting roadkill repulsively reeking
formerly (mere moments ago) once
fancy free and footloose
happy go lucky creatures
perhaps instinctively squirreling away
scarce winter rations
animals oblivious to danger
(i.e. despite matter of fact
courteous attentive driver)
former obviously caught within headlights
(high beams blinding) crosshairs
deerly beloved critters
natural longevity instantaneously doomed
unsightly splayed internal guts
displeasure welling up
against... me long time
licensed vehicular operator
(within keystone state – Pennsylvania)
loathes unintentionally destroying
moosed abominable creature
self anointed ingenious species/
genus *****sapiens
debonair bipedal hominid
eradicates, euthanizes, and extinguishes
innocent kickstarting life within blink
ousted arbitrary dint of virtue
smug simian ruler of realm
sowing seeds of her/his destruction,
not necessarily strictly,
cuz she/he unable to brake,
nor swerve away within timely fashion,
but brainstorm gifted
harnessing collective intelligence concoct
weapons of mass destruction
in lockstep with environmental exploitation
dangle the very survival
various and sundry (extensive) precious
living things unbeknownst to them
will soon become extinct
rendering highly radioactive
oblate spheroid leaving not mushroom
except opportunistic trumpeting
donning guise of: parasitic braconidae wasp,
fruit flies, cockroaches and et alia yon
mummichog, scorpions, and Escherichia coli
for jump starting Earth biota.
Stillness
Canvas unmoved
Picture now painted
Where whispy gray clouds rule
Sun cast red on the horizon
Warns of foul weather ahead
Even jet exhaust is gray
Gives onlookers dread
The birds don't seem seem excited
For happily they wing
Roosters' crowing fills the valley
I wonder why they delightedly sing
Each inch of the sunrise
Changes the color of the sky
Cotton candy clouds float nearby
Soon the sun will rule
Heat the earth and the trees
For now the morning is glorious
Comfort and joy that please
There is always a moment in time
When the sun seems to back down
All becomes darker
Clouds wear a frown
Now gold sand fills the sky
Those clouds all aglow
The sun waits awhile
As the paint settles and moulds
Soon the precious minutes will cease
Work will rule the day
But in these moments brief
My spirit fills and plays