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Premium Member Mr Tinkle and Rip Van Winkle

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..
Form: Rhyme


WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE

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

This Happy Memory

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
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member In the Deep, Deep Blue Sea

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 !

____________________________
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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Sollys Deli

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.
Form: Rhyme


Courtship 101

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!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Dog Blue

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member C-P 29 and 30


                                     P.C. Poem # 29
                                     ==========

                               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
                                     ======


                              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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Poem to Make You Yearn-a for the Mythical Gandaberunda

  
    “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.




    _________________________________________________________
    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.'

Premium Member He Has Risen

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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