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Some smiles appear begrudging,
With the lips a zippered slit,
As if somebody were judging
If they’d part a little bit.
Some smiles seem quite ironic,
Slightly turned up at the ends
And though possibly demonic,
Still, some happiness extends.
Certain smiles are full of mischief
And it’s mirth they do convey,
Like when cookies bake, one bliss whiff
Tells us joy is on the way.
Other smiles are shy and quiet,
Not quite certain if they’ll stick,
But if someone else will buy it,
That will often do the trick.
But the best are smiles so sunny
That they light up someone’s face.
Those are worth much more than money
And not easy to replace.
You can always gauge a smile
By the eyes, the lips, the teeth
And determine what the message is
That’s hiding underneath.
He Left Us Stuck OutSide
He Knows No Fear
A simple new day, forty years ago,
reddish hair and chubby cheeks little boy,
full of mischief, *****, always on the go,
playing innocent pranks, he was pure joy.
I had not seen it coming from a six-
year-old-boy. He flashed a perfect white smile;
something told me he was up to his tricks,
with that giggle I knew within a while.
He stepped out, locking the door behind him,
with no way of getting back in the house.
He grinned, in spite of the flashes of grim
on my face; we sat waiting for my spouse.
The spirit's lead without any glances,
he flies knowing no fear taking chances.
8/16/2017
True story, he always has had a way to always make me smile. Never was able to punish him for his pranks.. As old as he is, his poor wife and kids now suffer.
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She was never perfect. She was the definition of 'untamed lover'. She had difficulties with herself. Hard situations made her solid as a rock, her words rumbling like thunder, anger like a roaring tiger. She was always protecting her vulnerable side. The side whom she never shows him.
Well, he thought she was something dark-full of mischief and a dangerous being. But, he still loved her in ways she never expected.
He was the first being to slowly make her mask fade, wishing he would also be her last resort.
Realizing they were two different people like the sun and moon, distance may be their hindrance but it was worth keeping-the love.
For the first time she felt vulnerable, she felt attacked but she let it flow. She let it show. She let it go. Slowly one by one, her darkest pieces unveiled to him
Saying,
"I hope you get to see the truth"
Wishing to be accepted without her facade.
It is Winter Carnival time, everyone in a double
bustle. Christmas Night, as emotions bubble;
kids full of mischief getting into trouble.
The whole carnival is decked out with Christmas décor!
Swelled faces with joyful spells, sounds of bells, and so much more.
A whole new winter world waiting to explore.
The clown's face painted in white paint,
fiery orange hair, a big mouth in red taint.
It snarls a show of teeth
all covered in candy Heath.
Each evil eye of three glaring while I'm underneath.
A red ball full of tea rose, for a nose that disposes out like a hose;
you won't want it to be near your toes.
It wears a ruffled collar satin clown suit and walks with a toot,
half red the other half white and big black combat boots; he's so cute.
Kids run around the clown hand in hand like a chain
trying to get first dibs on a red candy cane.
It is Winter Carnival everyone in a double
bustle. Christmas Night, as emotions bubble;
kids full of mischief getting into trouble.
The poor cranky clown wearing a frown
ready to put himself down
where he dwells in his night gown
when the sun goes down.
12/19/2018
Poetry Contest: Bunny Jump Honey Lump Funny Chump
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Banjo was a little boy
Not an instrument
Banjo spread lot's of joy
Everywhere he went
He was full of mischief
With a cheeky smile
Even though he was small
He knew how to beguile
He loved music and also liked to sing
As Banjo was his name
You would imagine he would like
To play an instrument with strings
This was not the case
He practised the violin
It was not suitable
And it hurt his chin
Banjo didn't want strings with bows
Or things you have to strum
Instruments you pluck or blow
He would rather play the drum
Banjo got his drum kit
It was on his ninth Birthday
He is in his element
And to play
It is very unusual
One can get quite overcome
To see a little Banjo
Play a big instrument like a drum
Ho, Hum
It's summer, and it's the time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine.
Aunt Clementine, she likes to dine
on mac and cheese at half past nine
then eats big slices of strawberry pie
while she sits and watches the fire flies.
Aunt Clementine loves polka dots
mostly orange, there's quite a lot
on walls and rugs, on kitchen tops
on her clothes and her dog named "Spot".
Aunt Clementine has crazy hair
that flies around most everywhere
while she hurries and scurries
here and there, and likes to say,
"Well, I declare!"
When she puts her lipstick on
Aunt Clementine breaks out in song
and tells me I should sing along
even if I forget or flub or FLOB
she tells me I am never wrong.
My Aunt Clementine is really fun
she certainly is not a nun
and so full of mischief
I just love to come
to be with her is double fun
in my book she is number one!
Walking along the pebbled beaches of Devon,
Little Bertha and me were on a mission,
To find some fossil of unknown dinosaur,
Washed to these shores by waves from afar!
Husband and son jack were searching as well,
From their laughter doing great we could tell,
This was a little wager between hubby and me,
One who fetches best keeps the new car key!
The shores are different from ones in San Diego,
Here for the sea mud you have farther to go,
I found a few that were not the very best,
would probably be nothing if put to test!
Bertha was happy to play in muddy sand,
She picked some shells with her little hand,
We ran around on sand or waded into sea,
Deep inside I knew I was not getting the key!
late evening when it was time to get back,
Bertha and I rejoined husband and Jack,
My heart missed a beat! The wedding ring!
I knew all along something was missing!
My smile had gone, face was ashen grey,
I was quiet at dinner not sure how to say,
that priceless ring, symbol of our love days,
Was foolishly lost in the sea without a trace!
Hubby and jack were both full of mischief joy,
My husband was acting like a school boy!
Unable to hold my sorrow I held out my hand,
And shook my ring finger so he would understand.
He saw my tears and came up close to me,
He reached into pocket, perched on a knee,
“Jack found your ring when we were at sea,”
Here is your ring my Love, and the car key!”
Mud lark Poetry contest
02/April/2020
Sponsor Kai Micheal Neumann
~The Wicked Witches~
(Trine)
The witches gather happily under the moonlight
They're planning to fly in their brooms tonight.
They laugh and cackle full of mischief very loud
The wicked witches can be observed among the cloud.
Then they descend and have in the forest a big cookout
They invited some of their creepy friends there's no doubt.
The witches finished eating their bat stew and cackle with delight
Again they fly high in their old brooms among the dark cloud
While devilishly plan to terrorize everyone before the sun comes out.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.30.2016
Many praises and beauty in side the eyes.
With cleverness and no big deal is when you notice her lies.
Her eyes turn a little bit darker and full of mischief.
When cornered she can twist and play you like a thief.
Smiles and her giggles take you to a dream world.
It automatically sends you down to the ground curled.
Her eyes turn green as a storm to come.
When she erupts you feel so dumb.
Then the colors go back to hazel eyes quickly to change side.
When she feels happy her eyes turn bluish like the water and tide.
I sort of sit their and try to understand.
How one person can sort her feelings that bands.
I was curious one day and took a chance.
I looked into her eyes those hazel eyes for the longest glance.
I kissed her with romance with no awareness.
She did the same and I did not feel any careless.
Her feelings were conceptual that there was a rule.
She and I were trying to figure out if we should be together.
Her promises and gentle word assures me that we are better.
Her wondrous eyes that keep guide me through her mystery.
She touches my hand and feels the amount of history.
Hazel eyes of my life full of surprise gained me happiness for that moment in time.
The ways of passion, romance, love, and most of all trust is no longer a crime.
On a dark and rainy afternoon
Whence I’d been sentenced to my bedroom
For my crime of failing to take care
To not be a pain in my mother’s derriere
As it happens, I was a lad of six
Full of mischief and annoying tricks
Apparently, I had failed to take warning
That had been admonished all morning
Thus, when afternoon did arrive
Tried, convicted, and sentenced was I
Confined to barracks until further notice
Oh, what the heck, I’d make the most of it
I played for a while with a couple of toys
Yet, this furnished so very little joy
There on a shelf sat a book my sister said
I’d really enjoy if I wasn’t so thick in the head
I looked at the cover and it did look fun
The title was The Swiss Family Robinson
Now this came to pass, though my heart didn’t swoon
A love affair began that very afternoon in my room
I while still at tender young age was that day engaged
As I fell in love with words on a page