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Visitors I saw in my garden today were:
9 starlings noisily squabbling
1 duck casually waddling.
1 robin - a handsome little chap
1 bumble bee, that landed on my lap.
2 neighbouring cats, stalking the same prey
1 little mouse, who wears a coat of grey.
3 worms wiggle above the earth I dug
1 fat, juicy, giant, orange, slimy, greedy slug.
5 spiders spinning their intricate webs
1 fly cocooned, in delicate white threads.
3 frogs sitting by the garden pond
2 doves flirting, cooing as they bond.
8 skater bugs, danced the waters top
1 blue dragonfly, hovering near a flower pot.
2 brown butterflies resting on my fence
3 foaming snails, their second line defence.
1 pushy wasp, that wanted my half eaten bun
3 baby rabbits playing in the evening sun.
1 majestic blue peacock, from the neighbours farm
1 owl swooped in from the farmers barn.
2 swallows aerobatics, as they build their family nest
4 tiny bats skilled navigation, at it's very best.
Tomorrow will bring more visitors, some different and the same
The honour was all mine, for it was my garden to which they came.
15.06.22
TV DINNER
Take One.
He wears a stunning blue suit.
His burgundy, tall and handsome.
He wanes, as his candle waxes.
Her hair’s like an Irish flame,
highlighting colors off her florid dress.
Her fluted drink like a ruby jewel.
An arrangement of flowers,
in the dining room,
pale green, white and red roses.
All colors, in setting, blend
with an artistic flair. Two tables set -
one intimate with blue suit and florid dress.
the other, more demure, sits four.
A customer, with medium-brown complexion,
wears a sangria-red shirt, his face
angled toward his table guest. We see
the back of a woman’s mustard-yellow shirt
complimenting our lady’s lavender and florid dress.
Of course, conversation flickers between the protagonists,
comedical in turn. Not the ordinary romance, only
their colorful personalities on display, for better or worse.
Cut. It’s a wrap.
9/30/2017
Grandfathered In
David J Walker
And now when a
pretty girl smiles
in her summer clothes
that invite the summer sun in
On some sunny August afternoons
Walk In the Park
I think of all the hair
under my ball cap
sticking out everywhere
all of it gray
none of it dark
and the Distortion setting in
on this Aging face with
the traces of what’s left of youth
when I was
handsome
and had some grace
Now trying my best to suck my
Gut in
But to no avail
remembering when
I could Simple
smile back
Without the Fear
of a heart attack
And now when a pretty girl smiles
I Grudgingly surmise
Actually, I realize
That I must have reminded her
of her
grandfather
#JWME
Joyous, generous, kindhearted, marvelous, musically talented, and handsome with self-esteem issues - placing my feet in other people's shoes to experience and feel their hues of blues
Wonderful, crazy cool, chaotically peaceful, mellowly untamed, lost, but found...God's chosen child to fulfill His word somehow...someday, prosperity, fame, and fortune will surround me...success at my finger tips, getting my man grips as I mend friendships with God's advice, corrections and tips in mind...letting time unwind, wishing that my daydreaming come true by actions and interactions
Essence of faith fibers...good and bad traits shape my inner and outer being...meeting new zealous horizons that embrace change, which is a challenging chore and oh so much more
Awesome good apple of the bunch and God's mild, wild child...a poet and lyricist that had his verses erased online or misplaced in who-knows-where
Rapt up in rue, yet a light to this world of woe...my mission is to fulfill God's Word - His tranquil truth is not sugarcoated by deceptive lies
Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
Introvert and extrovert...shy in person at first, then I open up confidently and jabber on and on 24/7...I do listen to others' point of view, but I have a lot to say about a lot of things that has to do with writing, singing, music, etc. - anything goes as long as I go my own flow and His flow, not anyone else's flows that are in unison in rows to and fro...I make friends and foes, but I love all - fat or skinny, small or tall
Nostalgic nights and delightful days inspire me to engage in writing and singing day in and day out without a smear of doubt...no sleep placed in eyelids tonight, so I'm fighting the mighty fight
Gracious and glorious...kinda lazy, yet so busy all the time in all aspects of life - bipolar is the condition I have...and an indecisive, yet creative-logical Gemini
So picky, yet forgiving and eccentric elegantly...a handsome soul that's full of humility and modesty in all honesty...I have a young heart that is of bliss, XO and art
CRATER a vvv
fragile and
volatile lie
suppressed emotions
denied 'neath
the volcano
of frustration
CANYAN a vvv
high wide
and handsome
the chasm
of emptiness
that fills
viduaged hearts
ETERNAL PAUSE a vvv
soft spoken
voiced musings
freed verse
lingers in
the ear
dwelling for
a moment
VIDUAGE
beauty youth
yesterdays dreams
todays remains
dressed in
widows weeds
*NOTE a VVV (visual vertical verse) is a proverbial style shape poem inspired by A R Ammons 'Cleavage and Chasm ' poetry to which I have now applied this new convenient label and an integral title.
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You've never really been a part,
you feel, of this rare tribe you've met.
Kept separate from them from the start,
you fear they won't accept you yet.
But now, re-called to places where
you've never really been, a part
of you in all the faces there
will chase disquiet from your heart.
Like you, they're handsome, fair and smart,
the others in this group of which
you've never really been a part -
perhaps you'll find a common niche.
Though introductions can be stiff,
you were begot, the lot, by Art
and all may soon find it's as if
you've never really been apart.
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Poet's Note: My 4 siblings and I recently learned
that we have a half brother, sired 34 years ago
by my father, Arthur and this poem was written
to welcome him into his extended family.
The kiss of Death is sure to be enticing
Filling up confused humans
With powerful orgasms
As to cause them
A change of existence!
For that kiss have I been waiting for
Dreaming and fantasising about it
As would a princess totally
In love with its charms,
Wanting to feel the comfort
Of the freedom that lie
Between its arms,
As if,
It were the prince capable
Of saving me from my own shadows!
Death, made to look ugly
And gruesome,
Reveals himself as a handsome
Young man with unruly hair
And shiny eyes
Easily seducing me
With his charismatic smile
And the depth of his longing for me!
Contrarily to humans, shall he say to me
I'll fight for you
I'll grope you and pull you
Closer and closer to me
In a tight bond of amorous submission
As
You belong to me!
Then he'll drown me with his kiss
And I'll succumb to him
Through a rebirth in another
Unwanted existence on Earth,
Yearning for when my soul
Would, once more,
Feel the orgasmic euphoria
Of being lost in his essence!
Scarlet O'Hara,
Arrogant misunderstood belle and beauty, from the plantation Tara
caught up in war, love for Rhett, and her OWN survival and money,
she made a dress from green velvet drapes, fiddle-dee-dee, honey.
Rhett Butler
a handsome rogue, a charmer, a gambler of many a dollar,
with knowledge of women, EXCEPT Scarlet, is that WHY he was enthralled,
his final words to Scarlet, I don't give a damn, as his name she called.
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January 11, 2019
Poetry/Clerihew/Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1103-978-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Clerihew Couples For Valentine's Day
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
Third Place
We hear the engine whistle
The hissing of the steam
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle
As we meet the arrival of a dream
We didn't think we had a chance of winning
Entering just for fun I guess
but thanks to simple poem we are grinning
As we board the Orient express.
London to Paris, what a dream come true
I never dreamed the sparks would fly between us two
The fireman stokes the boiler; and releases a jet of steam
The guard collects our tickets and we begin our dream
Days and nights together on this magnificent train
Travel through beautiful places, seeing new terrain
Enthralled at the elegance and beauty of the carriage
Will our trip together end up with our marriage
Looking so handsome in your new dinner jacket
Glad you won this holiday; it must have cost a packet
The ambiance of the surroundings is utter bliss
We seal our relationship with a tender kiss
Holding hands so gently we share a vintage wine
Sitting in the Pullman coach you rest your head on mine
Velvet blue sky and shining stars start to cast their spell
The romantic seine has such stories to tell.
In Paris we visit the galleries of fine art
Holding your hand I realise you have captured my heart
We pass through the Arc De Triomphe and climb the Eiffel Tower
Now I surrender to your feminine power
Retire with me to the Napoleon suite
Sharing in the splendour of this romantic treat
Promise to be my Mam'selle Josephine
Or expose my heart to Madame Guillotine
You look so beautiful and smell divine
I kiss your lips, They taste of fine wine
We are lost in the flames of passions fire
As we quench the thirst of true loves desire
Our bodies rise and fall as we entwine
Oh I’m so glad that you are mine
All those feelings denied and for so long suppressed
Come to the fore aboard the Orient express.
Passion abates we are wrapped in each others arms
Darren wants more so I succumb to his great charms
Our fire ignites with desire and great passion
Hour upon hour – this man I can’t ration
Finally we reach the end of the line
Our love making session has been so divine
Arm in arm we head out of the carriage door
So hopelessly in love – who could ask for more
15th April 2014
Jan Allison and Darren Watson - 'JaDazzle'
Please also read my Blog about our collaboration
~ MY LOVE SHE'D LENT ~
I followed her where'er she went
Lured onward by her fragrant scent
She clasped his hand, a handsome gent
How could she know my love she'd lent
I died one thousand deaths inside
Choked back my tears with wounded pride
How long such anguish could I bear
My heart asunder to let tear
The hour had come to make my move
My love for her I had to prove
Unsteady I, and quite unsure
Just how to break the news to her --
My tongue was still despite I tried
'To ask her this: 'Please be my bride.'
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
December 30, 2019