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Flirting with alternative sounds
Sometimes they light a spark
When the soul is feeling dark
They tease with their different vibes
Pushing buttons you didn’t know you had
Releasing tension relieving all that 'mad'
The genre, not your usual expressive beat
Another rhythm unfamiliar, but exciting flow
Changing pace, the notes they make you glow
You want to dance but don’t know the steps
They don’t fit with the ones you know so well
But luring you devilishly towards the heat of hell
Only love can save the day
Memories made over many years
Sounds that comfort, take away your fears
That fantasy dance is where it will stay
For the soothing of the music you know and love
Fits every curve of your soul, just like a glove
With my own music in mind now
Let us take to the floor and dance til we drop
For the music keeps us alive, so don’t let it stop
Darkness walked quickly to me from its abodes,
Silence of the night then dealt me a heavy blow,
Except for the loud scary croaks of flirting toads,
And some short sharp chirps of birds on trees near the roads,
The loud silence would have been without any foes.
Foolishness isolated me there to my plight,
I thought the babbling of evenings lives in the night,
But as soon as the dark sky smiled, noise took its flight,
Then the tall trees of the forest brought me a fright,
The deafening silence around me wasn't right.
I cried for the echoes of my voice to be heard,
Silence allowed them a while before they slurred,
I was scared by the illusion of ghosts with beard,
Tracing back the way given by the sun was hard,
Childhood made the path back to my home very bad.
Then an echo of my name played drums in my ears,
The distant voice of my father pried through my rears,
I ran to the voice that was whispered by the seers,
The more I ran the more the voices removed fears,
Then an ocean of faces greeted me with cheers.
tantalizing Tulips announced their delightful arrival soon,
magnificent world waking up after a frosty winter dream
tiny buds glistening gleefully on dancing rose branches,
invite for a pleasant stroll on tender glossy grass gleam ~
Bluebells and Daffodils create colourful fresco of flowers
Hyacinth, Crocuses glow joyfully in shower of sunshine,
lustrous leaves fantasy of an enchanting enticing summer...
birds ecstatic chirp melodious rhapsody symphonic divine ~
gorgeous Spring embarking with a jubilant triumphant pace,
chilly winter leaves with harsh biting wind and shimmering snow,
flirting around butterflies kiss the dainty softest petals ...
from my window I watch harmonious Nature's magical show ~
May 5, 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8 to 12 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
It seems to be something of a trend
to dump on happy endings these days,
and anything that shows moral sense
brings calls to be cancelled right away.
The only thing the elites accept
is the dysfunctional and depraved,
anything else must be childish,
from 'simple minds' mired in cliché.
I’ve been alive long enough to see
that yes, the world can be truly cruel,
But I have seen that just as often
it can be a hundred shades of cool.
And to demonize the wholesomeness
that some entertainment will provide,
to scoff at all the family values
that brought the millions fulfilled lives,
how does that make a person feel smart?
How do they not realize, in their brains,
that life has as much light as darkness,
that there’s more than just wallowing pain?
I admit there is real value in
examining things that make us hurt,
but isn’t there as much value in
looking into what makes this world work?
I think it comes down to two reasons,
and the first I say half-way in jest,
to me it seems our society
is a victim of its own success.
To put it simply, some folks are bored,
with the type of life that we all have.
Where once we struggled just to survive,
now we feel fat and lazy and bad.
The morals we used to celebrate
worked so well they became commonplace,
we forgot how they built our nation,
assumed they were the natural state.
And given the questing human mind,
we went out looking for something new,
but when things are good you only find change
flirting with less moral points-of-view.
You start to fetishize the bad-boy,
romanticize all the criminals,
of course, you're safe while your doing this,
so you don’t comprehend it in full.
And then it creeps into the culture,
hidden by buzz-words like ‘tolerance,’
but like any drug, the hit wears off,
and you need more and more decadence.
Until you’ve been immersed so damn long
that you think it is all that is real,
that there’s nothing but the decadent,
and you are so desperate just to feel.
Some people are destroyed by all this,
others burn out and make a retreat,
realize the wholesome is not that bad,
and away from the cities they beat...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie faire, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
Yours truly not necessarily romantic at heart
more accurately methinks myself
lame and inadequate sorry excuse
for reasonably rhyming spouse,
but courtesy after sipping
(née - chugging away
like snorting caboose)
Welch's sparkling white grape juice
accompanied with entree couscous
generic and garden variety
run of the mill by the floss husband
ordinarily fancy free and footloose
feigned being inebriated
noisily squawking - imitating
deafening honking lunging goose
creating ruckus whereby resultant outcome,
whereby wife playfully threatened me
to hang me (all choking aside) with noose,
(I needed to gibbet a chance)
as ye can accurately dead deuce
nearly turning unnatural shade of chartreuse,
thus I immediately called truce
after hiring team of animated experts
Rocky the squirrel
and Bullwinkle the moose.
Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking,
yet straight as an arrow nock king,
establishing pecking order like ducks,
or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks
Playing
Russian roulette
With fate
Fateful
The hand that tempts
And flirts
Flirting
With the shadows
Of death
Deathly
Silence that lurks
And creeps
Creeping
Through cobwebbed paths
Of doubt
Doubtful
Uncertainty
Sets in
Inner
Feelings torment
And gnaw
Gnawing
At self belief
Bleeding
Blood flows
Slowly in drips
It ends
Ending
Russian roulette
With fate
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Contest: Mussetle Train
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Placed: 1st
Supine, looking at the sky
I’m on a hill, where daisies with the breeze
are dancing. I see birds and wish to fly -
to soar with them with joy and great ease.
Supine, with my heart in flight,
I’m flirting with the clouds surrounding me.
My spirit’s wings reach a lofty height.
Now higher than the birds, I soar free.
Supine, dreamily I glide.
The sun is sliding down, and I am one
with hues rose-red and tangerine, I ride
a radiant ray of the setting sun.
Supine, I’m falling to sleep.
I dream I am a goddess, and her name
is Luna. Underneath me shadows creep.
My reign of star-filled night I now reclaim.
To uphold clean ethics you may strive,
But which unfeeling fool does not know
That stolen honey out-tastes that of your hive,
And that the grass is always greener over the fence?
Silver and golden rings do strongly bind
And vows of chastity nail heart to heart,
But the pulsations of newfound love
Rock and rewind things back to the start.
So return that honey-coated flirt with a flirt
And let the tides of destiny take their course;
Nothing ever happens by accident or some luck,
For it’s the hands of providence that gather and toss.
Feel the warmth of newfound love invade your heart
And, babe, return that sweet flirt with a sweeter flirt.
As wisdom thickens, bones tend to be thinning.
If everybody's competing, nobody's really winning.
Everyone's whispering in green, but no one is truthing.
They're busy garishly flirting while heavenly preaching.
While everyone's busy pecking away at yellowing keys.
No one sees miracles unfurling like the rose and the lily.
Too many plastic boots tapping asphalt and concrete.
Not enough pinkies are touching forests of green.
I think daisies and cherubs are quite enchanting.
Though some folks call them just weeds and fantasy.
Peace, love, and empathy writhe in the briar and weed.
Like a three-legged dog pawing at a squadron of flees.
The tap water is off color and sniffs quite unclean.
Hit another pothole in my blue-collar daydream.
A plump governor is binging on blue-collar tax dollars again,
Leaving all the townsfolk scratching their heads.
He fingers my heartstrings though we've never once met.
Milking the puppet until there's not one splinter left.
Everyone's leaving, but galaxies keep on spinning.
The dead and dying far outnumber the breathing,
Wars are forever breeding with the money machine.
Their offspring are the orphans of misery and poverty.
Time thief is stealing the names off every gravestone.
13 chairs filled but one man still eats his last supper alone.
Ah Sweet Spring The land comes alive once more
with glorious blooms of all colours just look at the shore
Full of flowers that love the salt breezes
They dip and frolic flirting away joyously
The hills are ablaze with wild flowers
so sweetly scented wafting it down to us
we surrounding all with heavenly aroma
basking us letting us know we are alive
Lush grasses grow to give us sweet hay
allowing us to take care of our stock animals
trees full of vibrant leaves of greens
with birds in their midst singing with joy
Feel the hot rush of blood as you stroll by
passions rising as all seek a mate to love
and continue to multiply forming new families
to go forth and enjoy all the spring bounties.