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Mr.Tinkle and Rip Van Winkle.
Both they tinkled on a fence.
But when they were caught.
By the Police, they were sought.
They had to post some bail.
Traveled with Betty, after eating spaghetti.
Sat in an easy chair.
Mr.Tinkle and Rip van Winkle..
Again were hungry soon.
But Rip Van Winkle stole Tinkle's money.
Became a millionaire.
They rode on a bus, without a fuss.
Went to a convenient store.
They ordered a burger.Along with some liquor.
Lettuce, mayo, mustard, and more..
Rip Van Winkle found a wrinkle, in his overalls.
He had to snooze, after drinking the booze.
And never woke again!
Now Mr.Tinkle..Without Van Winkle.
Sat in an easy chair.
Had to tinkle with his dinkle.
Fickle with a pickle and pear.
Went with Audrey to do his laundry.
Now it's a love affair...
Rhyming-Scheme-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2014..ALL rights reserved..
Sponsor : Justin Bordner
WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE
Where Love learns no more
two serpents crawling twine
one midnight black another
luminous wizardy white
entangled fanged bedazzled
circled by ultra violet rays
ultra red Sun the One
swimming in beet orange
mint mix elixir eclipsed
quiver quenches wreathing
writhing thirst as cerise
petals silently fall, crumble
dust to dust
Here howls no blackboards or
whiteboards no koki pens
pencils erasers or paint
no school bells ring
no Buddha
gongs neither singing bowls
no teachers gurus masters
or internet, memory, miles
history or futuristic dreams
nor Rumi poetic recitals
or even Gabriel’s angelic
harmonic frequencies
In deafening silence they
slither slide thrust open
skin on skin shedding
translucent spirals spinning
black imbibes white aglow
glistening melting moments
all else dissipates
two serpents exits explore
where Love has nothing to
learn but adore
God appeased appear
emits lochia, soar
observe serumed gyrations
entice enchanting narration
they remain darkly sage
silent shimmering sop
slippery slip illustrious dip
into hidden slivered
silver cords hanging
themselves naked new
wheeled throats bleed askew
Then from vulnerable bellies
delicate moths emerge
flutter one by one
become butterflies flit
making mauve milk
pixel pinprick serpent
eyes lightning shoot
first branches of
Tree of Life moot ~
an ethereal nightingale
tinkled appears, trialed
trigger timed
two serpentines transmute
into dancing flames free
stepping out of shadows
into silvery sematic glee
grace winged they disappear
into hymning hyacinth
Sky outlined in gilded
lyrical lore divine
In beckoning belly of Creation
L o v e has
n o t h i n g
to learn
Me
Dad
fishing
Mum's old tights
over coffee jar
towed along with a piece of string
catching some unwary minnows in the strong current
the water tinkled over the rocks, making a sound like a box of spilling pencils
calm
day
sunny
rush hour time
people going home
stopping, starting,controlled by lights
we, cocooned within the shadow of the bridge above
which contrasted in that moment how different the ways we can choose to live our days.
Sun
sets
cooling,
shadows stretch
Poppies go to sleep
petals closing, controlled by light
with a nod and a smile he signals it's time to go
I remember it was the one day in his whole life that we had alone together
For contest 'The magic of three', sponsor, Broken Wings
january 15th 2018
There once was a girl who fell in the deep,
so deep in the sea where waves roll and sweep;
around she did spin and twirl,
over- over she did whirl;
till the sea whispered this girl I will keep !
Her long blonde hair was golden like the sun,
with eyes blue hues of the sea and sky spun;
on her neck sea shells tinkled,
years aged- she never wrinkled;
pirate ship sailors she took one by one !
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July 31, 2019
Poetry/Limerick/In The Deep, Deep Blue Sea
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1170-045-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Two Sea Themed Limericks
sponsor, Tania Kitchen
Tenth Place
I love Jewish food,
So does my tum,
It makes my mouth water
And delights my tongue.
I worked in the City.
Of London years ago
London brings back memories,
That I treasure so.
I used to pass a Jewish Deli,
As I walked along the street,
The smells coming from that Deli,
It smelled marvellous to eat.
A little bell tinkled as I opened the door
The aroma of Wally in spiced vinegar
It was a smell not to ignore.
These pickles were in a huge barrel
Made of wood and copper,
You placed your hand into the tub
And hope to find a whopper.
One of my favourite Jewish foods
Is chopped liver
The thought of it now
It makes my taste buds quiver.
Upon the shop counter, I spied,
Mozzah and Gefilte fish
It was hard not to purchase
Every single dish.
I adored Latkes,
Flat Potato Cakes
Just thinking of the flavour
It makes my stomach ache,
Freshly baked Bagels,
A bread roll shaped like a ring
Solly, the deli owner,
Sold everything.
I will always remember shopping.
At Solly's old-fashioned deli,
I have fond memories of his shop
And so does my belly.
Oh, Medieval Studies hit me hard!
I'd had to give myself a dressing-down,
A telling-off: "You want that cap and gown?
Then get your ass to lectures!" Bowland Yard
was frosty, unforgiving on my feet
that Monday morning. Seven forty-five?
I'm all alone? Is anyone alive?
I took the lecture theatre's highest seat,
(that is, remotest from the podium).
What sap gives lectures at this time of day?
"The Role of Guildsmen in the Passion Play" -
small wonder I was held in odium
by my professors. I'd been bent on passion,
and far too keen on play, to have a clue
what any of this meant, but now I knew
I had to sharpen up ... well, after a fashion.
That early stuff took place was news to me,
the party-loving fresher. One more yawn
resounded in the chilly air. Forlorn,
my scruffy pad took doodles, listlessly.
A door lisped open. In swayed Cheryl Ladd -
no, Rita Coolidge - Buffy St. Marie.
Some little trinkets tinkled gracefully
as Buffy slid beside me. I hid my pad
with one swift forearm. "Is it taken?" She
bestowed on me a smile so sweetly knowing,
I didn't know if I was coming or going.
"This seat," she said. I stuttered, "No, it's free."
The lecture, when it happened, was a killer,
but I was insulated from all pain.
I even thought I might show up again,
with Miss World wafting something like vanilla.
I crossed the Yard with no thought but my bed,
but someone tugged my sleeve. That fragrance! Her!
"I'm Helen." My whole campus was a blur.
"I wonder ... could you help me, please?" she said.
The next part can be skipped, or summarised.
She wanted me to teach her Skelton, Chaucer -
well, anything. Even Hengist and Horsa!
Three lesson-dates went by. I hadn't wised
up yet. Tonight, she didn't seem that fussed
with Grendel's mother's vile propensity
for harm. She looked with strange intensity
full in my eyes. "You catching that last bus?"
The air seemed cooler as I left her flat.
No hug tonight. No pasta to take home.
Her hair stayed stolid, captured by her comb.
Somehow, our lessons died off after that.
Long decades drain away, we don't know how.
A moral to this tragic history?
All I can think is, what I'd give to be
nineteen again - and know what I know now!
Blue entered my life four years ago
An eight week old puppy, fast he did grow
Small bundle of fluff, blue eyes so bright
The feeling I felt was love at first sight.
I believe he chose me rather than I did he
First time we met running clumsy to me
Sniffing, rapid licking then tinkled a wee
Instantly marked, life friends we would be.
That night he was restless missing his kin
Barking and crying, whine whimpering
So I laid down next to his new puppy bed
He snuggled up close nestling his head.
Next morning awoke to licking wet kisses
And puddles on paper where he did his business
His tail madly wagging, happy, excited
Instant bond growing, our love was ignited.
Tales and adventures followed, years fast flew
One day will share who choose to read through
More to yet happen, explore and to chart
But for now I will keep them close to my heart.
06.08.21
P.C. Poem # 29
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And now my Muse peaks
Through the door
A tinkled laughter to explore
She lilts and sways
On sunlit days
And in the night on moonlit rays
She smiles sweetly on this night
I sit and share of her delight
P.C. # 30
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She flutters close
and somewhat flirty
Watching me pen
P.C. thirty
I will not question
Nor surmise
The twinkling laughter
In her eyes
She visits with me
On this night
My Muse, oh muse
You're a delight
Husband bid me
Call to thee
And here you are
Assuredly
“The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---"
Cut, Cut Cut! What the 'H' are you talking about?
‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you gone mad, Max?
Try again now. Remember this is a H-O-R-R-O-R flick, ok?
Roll ‘em, Madman…
The sugary-sweet sensation of the syncopation of the sonata of the vivacious
vulture ---”
Cut, Cut, Cut! You HAVE flipped, haven’t you, man?
O, yes. For joy. For joy. And, of course, the spread of culture...
And I appreciate the honorificabilitudinitatibus, Dan.
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The Gandaberunda is a legendary two-headed bird in Hindu mythology.
That long word in the last line means: 'the state of being able to achieve
honors.'
amid the bleats of lambs
and the moo of cows
in a far away manger
a baby, swaddled in rags was born
though despicable in some eyes,
He was the clone of Clones
the one, though Heaven sent,
was the humblest of the humble,
who halved history!
He walked the hills of Judea
with disciples many
healed the sick
met people
lived one among them
until three decades
and three years
the cloud laden sky
suddenly turned dark
the spirit of evil
invaded inside
and outside
premonitions
of portentous occurrence!!
at Gethsemane
the fatal rendezvous,
He sweated blood
as coins tinkled,
Judas through a kiss
betrayed his master
was sentenced
by the marshals of power
and was convicted
Pontius Pilate, washing hands,
absolved himself of his guilt
He tottered to Calvary,
lay on the cross, not by nails
but pinned by love
He poured down love
on those never deserved
to his love, there is no end...
among the hisses of revulsion
and the screams of a vengeful crowd
the tremulous cadence
of an agonized cry
“why hast Thou forsaken me?”
died down…..
did Golgotha’s cliffs echo that cry?
The Father kept ‘an aggressive silence’
The Sun (Son) set at noon
darkness shrouded the Earth
the curtain fell
but on the 3rd day
walked out of the grave
defeating Death and Sin!
Our Lord has Risen….!
to this day
the world
hails this victory!!
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Easter Poetry Contest
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