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Which beers my dears bring you to tears
Beardy weirdy freaks hipster peaks & nadirs
Slatted bar with glam flutes or bizarre jam jar
Cheers to toots & hoots hirsute tatted peers
Sham craze for cloudy ales or clear yesteryear pales
Old school IPA mule or cool daze ways holds sway
Some fools viral spools spiral amaze as they drool
Not a phase always had haze it's the cardinal rule
Or a silly quip & blip has a nip of a chilli dip in it
Knows zip flip let rip Indian trip phrase you twit
Gawking and balking because they're talking s**t
All about malty pout haughty clout of a naughty stout
Cooed am a lamb to the slaughter for rip snorter porter
Wooed by stock of stellar Bock or cellar brewed Keller
Wheat poo pooed too funkily sweet for this crude fella
Rude taking the mick trick to pick a drop in perfect nick
Chaps won't cower to the lure of cocktails at happy hour
Ruddy cheeked fuddy duddy who is perhaps too dour
Appears fake dreams it seems of a career as a critic
Slating grating ratings mapped trapped on untappd
Skeptic fears musty skunk & fusty funk that is lambic
Brett regret bristles don't fret won't let whet my whistle
Sneers debunk the rusty gunk flower glower of sour
Jeers but bet the ripple of Tripel is still the top tipple
For any cynic or pundit in their Merchant Ivory tower
Hail tale of quirky murky or another stale lager saga
Heaven forbid get rid of sweet & sickly treat for a kid
Snooty about the booty of rank dank stank too fruity
For fecks sake must forsake that milkshake mistake
If tasked or someone asked what's my perfect beer?
Not the new frontier..bask in cask ...holy grail of ale
Suggest zest from noble not global hops treasure chest
Attest not treason manifest reason better than the rest
Beer to pleasure every season that stalled then schooled
What is after all the true quest & have you got a clue test
Which is why I contest you go with the one called "Best"
When nightfall dips in palest of gold
I feel a sense of indignity,
As owl's melody loses its eloquence
Through the absence of a safe abode;
Where quietude calls for avian coos
The kind which never seeks to intrude…
And its orbed eyes larger than neons, freeze
In need of natue's hued, aerial parade---
Startled, bird's forest trail is washed out
By mourning dew of poison
Denying the barren woods of nourishment
while allowing thieves to skin owl feathers,
mangled talons like so, wasted ---
Wise keeper of secrets, hushing the noise.
Life marvels at your nocturnal guardianship
yet, this world shares not your moonlit toots
lithography of hills no longer owns
your delicate interludes of silence...
Man ravages bird navel, flesh , and plumes
For trading quests, for self- interest ---
Can this earthly slaughter cease
sucking nectar soil of birds dry?
Somehow, I still hail the dwindling number
of hooting owls
Which believes that the next generations
will wander on an environ,
Soaring their wings... joyously free at last.
A shoal of roach fast scatter at my shadow.
Mother moorhen toots as chick ducks in
and out of overhanging ivy.
A boating flower floats along intact
with shadow's faithful dancing follow,
on gravel, then over weed and back.
Across the stream two white hat coots.
One ferries straw between its beak
with earnest nodding paddled scoots.
Buddlea, dipping low some leafy locks
quenches from the summer heat
its purple pointed candled shocks.
Sudden rising pigeon claps with winged
applause.Creator takes all honour, surely.
Outside all man's walls and doors
no other makes such glory.
.
and hern purty
began bombastically
blow'n
with hern
thick mitt's digits
and lips
her
she controlled mine
she stare'd at me with
hern eyne
glister'n
whilst mine excite'd
squirm'd in mine
cushy seat
symphony
enjoy'n each her flute's
toots
')
Yesterday, the snow fell, laced lazily
all across the frozen field; grace fell down.
My heart raced, apace in a minor key
troubles fled erased from me, was my frown.
Seemed semblances filled my life-weary head
so God's beauty nudged my heart-weary soul;
far off, hills became instilled white purebred
away from mad machines joy milled bold.
Now, black is white, fresh and new, clean and pure
it takes a hold of blight and sings ... out;
looks at frowns ignite, giggles light, demure.
As, the day brites sledders scream "Watch out!"
Though winter's gray days we'll recall this sight.
They're our days, our nights, dressed in Winter white.
Here we dawdle, coats, scarfs and boots in Winter white.
to freeze as frames of memory, joy's root in Winter white.
Stay with me, dream awhile, we could build an igloo?
Oh, won't you make snow angels, beauts, in Winter white.
I could put snow down your coat, toss a ball or two
believe me, " I could, I could catch YOU toots in Winter white!"
In frozen splendor, we will still, "Isn't he so cute!"
Yesterday is forever captured now SHOOT! in Winter white.
Sonnet with a Ghazal Chaser ;)
see about the poem
dedicated to Chan [nuff rhyme for you hon?]
It seems that daddy loses ground
when that old Santa comes around
For with his smile and apple cheeks
caught by the glimpse of one who peeks
Excitement roars its fluffy head
as kiddies must lay down to bed
With thoughts of jolly beards and boots
a doll that cries, a’train that toots
For wondrous are the mysteries
awaiting ‘neath the Christmas trees
And how can daddy then compete
with ” Ho, Ho, Ho’s “.about to greet
A busy man must Santa be
a world of children he must see
Despite his reindeer flight so swift
much needed help is such a gift
At least until a certain age
when kiddies turn a certain page
On Christmas Eve they can’t connect
that daddy is the prime suspect!
Sweet faerie reposes on mushy roof of a mushroom house
Swinging her legs in a casual, happy, carefree faerie way
Brownies gather around, watching, smiling, laughing
They have not seen a faerie since 1984, twenty-seven years ago
There is a joyfulness about the meadow today, creatures are frolicking
Newborn bunnies hop out to take a peek at this beloved visitor
Sparrows, robins and wrens briefly swoop past to take a glimpse
Butterflies and grasshoppers flit and flirt and dance with delight
A faerie visit on August fourth, what a marvelous sign!
Woodlands is alive with birdsong, trills, tweets and toots
One small faerie has changed the ambiance of the meadow
They cannot wait to find out what she is doing here….
(start 1:06)In the dark of the lonely night
When the stars don't give forth their bright light
And the ocean's waves are so still
Please embrace me
Emmanuel
In the dark of the lonely night
My love for you is just so right
Emmanuel you're my guiding light
Emmanuel
1:32 (minutes into the song)
Come to me oh my love
My dearest Turtledove
Come to me and hold me now
You're gentle touch is so envigorating somehow
Inspiring, enchanting, enchanting
Oh! my love
In the dark of the lonely night
My love for you is just so right
Emmanuel you're my guiding light
Emmanuel my love
Written: Friday, November 22, 2013
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Emmanuel
Lyrical written to Toots Thieleman's instrumental Emmanuel
With Christmas time coming
It's time to call Jack
Sears needs a Santa
to get the Families back
They look for his number
It's no where to be found
They look in all the drawers
Managers buzzing all around
Then almost like magic
Who walks through the door
Sure enough it's Jack
no need to search anymore
His boots are all shiney
His beard white as snow
He looks like Santa's twin
His eyes even glow
Retail season is saved
The people coming in today
Will get to see Santa Jack
And put gifts on Lay Away
The children all love him
They don't give him a break
Poor Santa Jack has to go
His knees start to shake
He drops little Johny
Jumps over some trees
Slipping on a present
He falls down on his knees
The real Santa's watching
Down in the North Pole
A special gift for Santa Jack
This year he won't get Coal
Perhaps a red new suit
with some non slip boots
No more nasty stains
When Santa Jack gets the toots
For Carol Eastman's Christmas Contest.
I think the kids will enjoy Santa Jack.
Dedicated to my friend Jack, a jolly old soul who's never lived at the North Pole.
The b ba baaa backbeat of backup beeps
and the engine rroarrrrs
join the whizz of rubber wheels
and the lingering laughter of lovers
at the intersection
The beep-beep tootelie-toots
of arriving transit buses
tickles the funny-bone of morning
waking somnambulant walkers
who dot the sidewalk below my perch,
even the slap of skate-boards
and the clinking tweeter od metal shopping carts
makes music…
Each raucous sound rattles
the single-paned windows of clap-board relics
pinging off plaster, vibrating through ancient oak floors
coming home to roost in the mingled fragrance
of brownies and mary jane.