Long Pizazz Poems
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Tidal connection,
wild flowers woo a Clownfish;
Anemone bond,
give in give up a little;
Flourish and flow together.
Seeds of ambrosia,
birds fight over leftovers;
Mammals with munchies
pass around shareable plates;
It’s never polite to gorge.
Dancing Bryony
playing both sides of the coin,
grant don’t play my wish;
Trusted you with a secret,
don’t drown my faith in poison.
Peak of abundance,
blushed pizazz peppers the air;
Cherry Blossom blooms,
so whimsically festive;
Big shot missed their own party.
Calia purple,
always makes an impression;
Moths flock to its flame;
Hot swells of a royal shade,
such enticing perfection.
Honeyed Ambretta,
the taste of a Summer fling;
Perennial blast,
enjoyed but over too soon;
Sweet seasonal time share.
Stepping gently in, on the edge of summer
You are the one who mellowed glorious sun
On playgrounds, picnics, frolicking in fun
In euphony of birdsongs of amiable dawns
Where horizon velvet gleams golden nylon
As verdant-hills, slowly, adorn tawny-brown.
But why, O, why your days still remain hot
Too cold to swim, quite pleasing on yacht
Sometimes alike August, sometimes Fall,
Colorful you may be, donning ochre pizazz,
Yet, judging by palette, October you’re not.
Still, September, you’re a welcome friend
For defying decisively summer’s humid reign,
Leading the way to autumnal escapades,
Readying crop-fields, priming for harvests:
Beans, beets, apples, wholesome kale fresh;
You’re a trusted mate to farmer’s avid quest.
Why be then jealous of splendorous spring
Or resplendent prairies of October dreams,
Or dazzling meadows of crimson red leaves,
Or snowflakes of winter charming romantics;
When being so unique, you would rather be.
September 18, 2021
Amberfest Ambiance
Ah, the orange-gold, I behold in things,
Such as the amber, in my wedding ring.
Invitation to a classic, zesty brunch.
Heart-pounding for this splendiferous lunch.
Let's begin shall we, with aromatic toast,
Slathered with orange jam and golden,
Hawaiin honey.(Tis the most)
Gratefully, we do have enough money,
To eat oudoors, and the Pacific Coast is a honey.
Oh, my eager taste buds start to roast!
Eggs Benedict with perfect golden orbs!
Having breakfast on the azure Pacific Shore.
How could I ask, for anything more?
The scent of fresh California orange juice,
In an amber goblet, ah, turn it loose!
This is my divine amberfest breakfast.
Divinity~full of color and golden pizazz!.
So very blessed and extraordinarily, first class!
1/27/2024
This bird has pizazz, perkiness, and he is popular.
I rolled my eyes inside my head, for she owes me money.
Seriously, she said, I felt you rolling your eyes, but he is magnificent.
What is his talent? I demanded. Singing? Dancing? Telling jokes?
Not sure he has one, but all the women love him! She assured me.
I met him on a Tuesday. He was jazzy, and wonderful.
I liked him instantly. Brought him home, and kicked my boyfriend out.
What did I ever do? Motormouth boyfriend screamed from outside.
I put on music and began to dance, determined to keep the bird forever.
I have not heard you sound this happy for a long time, my mother said.
What is different?
I have a new bird, I told her. He is porcelain, and he does not talk.
I was driving with my friend Delia in my brand new Honda Civic
It was noon and we were on our way to see my Auntie,
she’s my mum’s sister, we call her Evil Olive!
Suddenly I swerve to avoid something in the road and skid on some dumb mud -
Was it a cat I saw?
Won’t I panic in a pit now?
Sadly last year there were ten animals I slam in a net.
I was distraught; I don’t want to step on no pets.
Delia saw I was ailed, do you need a drink she asked?
“Rum… rum…” I murmur.
Silly me, I redden, I mustn’t drink and drive
Delia takes over the wheel and pulls up at Walmart’s tram law
We get the trolley passing the fruit and veg, no lemons, no melon.
Oh drat! mom had asked me to take some fruit to Auntie Olive
I’m a vegan, ew eat a ewe - eating meat; the thought is quite disgusting
I wonder when they are killed do geese see God?
I grab something for tea, Ya! Pizza zip pizazz! I pay.
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10/9/18
Colorful or Chimera Contest 8-30-23
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Colorful
Separate the tangled tresses of black
Into the colored strands of sheer rainbows,
Release magic of marigold held back,
Mystery of amber lilac in rose.
Let sapphire soar again, where dreams wander,
Free soft amaranth in a bashful blush
Deliver cardinal’s song then ponder
Orange pizazz, crimson inferno’s rush.
Unbind the razzmatazz in raucous red
Unwind evergreen in shamrock dances
Untie amethyst thistles from tight threads
Loosen silk sable’s haunting hues of romance.
Liberate hidden checkmates of darkness
In bursting jubilees, banning starkness.
I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.
Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by historical lyricist whose unbelieve
hub bull lee brief life, nonetheless
made a lasting contribution,
a psalm burr tune folks across webbed
wide world sing to grieve
of recent sorrows past, plus pay
homage to joys summoned from
deep within core of soul bellowed
forth with an exultant heave
perhaps unbeknownst to most Robert Burns
(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) did leave
his lasting legacy, sans (as national poet
of Scotland celebrated worldwide)
particularly the classic traditional chestnut
auld lang syne rendered in many versions
waving white capping
New Year's eve celebration proud
accomplishments one did achieve.
Coincidentally, "Auld Lang Syne"
and "America the Beautiful"
at which juncture, I interject
a historical grace note to mull
how latter named above patriotic
song in the United States,
(lyrics written by Katharine Lee
Bates saw many occasions
after music composed by church organist
and choirmaster Samuel
A. Ward at Grace Episcopal Church
in Newark, New Jersey) dull
lighting oomph and pizazz, extant
since early 1900s, origin gin null
intent format arranged as poem,
"Pikes Peak first published
Fourth of July full
edition of the church periodical
The Congregationalist in 1895,
now sung by mull teat hoods at Super Bowl
every year since 2009, and appeared pull
say ting stadiums at some sports events
after the 9/11 terror attack hull
lob bell loo in 2001.
The song comprises four verses,
one of isung before kick-off
in NFL's showpiece game.
Just by giving cerebral activity free rein,
this inquisitive mind of mine
learned how twenty first century New Year's
celebration include auld lang syne
linkedin with feted mid eighteenth poet
laureate, whose death at thirty seven, his spine
tingling spirit issues forth to give
him immortality almost divine
everlasting longevity within the pantheon
of August artists who humanity did assign
an eternal place future generations will
revere such metrical design.
She is the ultimate faerie, full of splash dazzle, razzle, spritz and pizazz.
I bet she was sent here by the old one, the god of the razz-a-ma-tazz.
What proof do you have that she is a spy? I asked the one who spoke.
Just thinking it because she is so sparkly and beautiful, said the young bloke.
We agreed on one thing. She was gorgeous in every kind of faerie-like way.
Being around her felt magnificent, she was the uplifter of this happy Tuesday.
The ultimate faerie had spiky hair of pink, blue, glittery silver all pretty.
We later discovered that her sense of humor made her incredibly witty.
Bistro blowhards jump around in Johnny time
Bota bing bota bang Bota bang bota bing.
Dendrites are clicking, where did they get teeth?
Who invited them anyway? Gray matter coughs.
Fishnet stockings fairly frolic along my brain highway.
My soul shuts herself off, not wanting involvement.
I am on pizazz power; polka dotted persimmon pot pie.
No one better ask me anything or even give me a look.
What’s happening? My eyes wonder. They are on fire.
My throat is tight, wearing a girdle of ridiculousness.
I keep my mouth in a straight line, figuring out nothing.
Sharing no secrets or ideas, closing down for self-protection.
Emotions stir eternally enchanted,
each hurricane fades to a black sky.
The listless poet’s quill drips,
corralling every vibrant sunset.
Writing as old lyrics catch the air,
Say it to me again.. ‘Freefall!’
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
Strawberry-orange flavored orchestra,
citrus pizazz on your senses;
Each note meticulously blended,
what a sweet tart of a smoothie.
The next verse begins with ‘Sweetheart..’
Say it to me again… ‘Freefall!’
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
Featherweight feelings floating
in the air are gingerly swirling.
You want to capture them
right then they pop,
translating into something else.
Say it to me just one more time. ‘Freefall!’
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
It’s a welcome free fall you talked me into.