Long Whimsey Poems
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Written: November 05, 2023
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Amidst spotless linen rosebuds
I observe you blazing a fire
In the core of a volcano's lair
slithering
glissading
laughing
Queen of the Sun,
Queen of Earth
angels shielding you with their wings
to quench one's thirst
for my vital breath.
A warm deluge of your embrace,
sets my skin into full bloom-
a mellifluous anemone aroma,
and marigold of whimsey bloom
wandering to my cynosure edge
the scorching primeval route;
you leave lush roots for our offspring
to nurture demesne orchards.
On the sands of your sunken tracks,
where conflate ponds
xerox the gleam of fire;
and trees widen limbs,
to embosom
sapphire sky for spring
and descry a year's cornucopia,
of succulent, velvety fruit.
Beyond these ramparts lurks the mangy foe
Set to leave our red bodies in the snow.
The sultan of mayhem smirks and awaits
To grant harsh orders to decide our fates
With his swarming dragons outside our gates
And kill our love and peace that he hates.
Quarter will not be asked, and none given
For by bloodlust his jackals are driven.
Courage! We must fight for our wives and kids
Lest all our heads be stacked in pyramids.
Is our story to be scribed in dust
And whisked away by the whimsey of winds?
Yonder the sun will arise in glory.
Today that must also be our story!
9/9/2020
Written: November 05, 2023
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Away from Earth, the sky is always hideous,
A whimsical sun made my dream obvious.
A deep redolent dream, moon, and scheme,
Ideal site for drifting ways of cosmic gleam.
I'm swaying in space, skeptical of the place,
Cool wind ruins the stars as emerald tunes trace.
Arms may be lifted in sync due to the breeze,
I breathe in even the peculiar air to appease.
Only musings glimpse through my icy hand,
A strange adventure with a translucent stand.
My first trip here, I couldn't decry the North Star,
Lacking solid support, the stars went barre.
I am clad by kaleidoscope matter and vitality,
As I cross space, black holes are a split reality.
A cosmic light kiss of life infuses my skin,
Lips of ash, frame stuck by whimsey within.
A billion stars cover each soaring nebula,
I'm an instant hit, as speculated by a fibula.
Written: December 11, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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When dusk strikes, the magic swirls,
In the grasp of dawn, a wispy heart twirls.
The shades waltz as a painter brush whirls,
In a vacuum night, dream faintly furls.
We whimsey we'd catch the rainbow past,
Ride the wind whispers in a peaceful blast.
Sail aboard ships of wonder over skies so vast,
Still, life's intricate yarn holds shadows cast.
With each glitter and moonbeam embrace,
Warm mutters soothe, eradicating the trace.
A crystalline elixir, hope unending grace,
In a chaotic world, I'll waltz amid the space.
So hear the moon croon, as the world feels right,
Through lilac and lavender, our hopes bear flight.
In the bittersweet dance of our love’s pure light,
We embrace the shades, and in time, we unite.
From periwinkle skies, where stars softly bite,
To obsidian hoops, in the gloom of the night.
The elixir of life offers sweet, gentle height,
And while sunrise glows, we dream in spite.
The crimson and green, in dawn’s golden light,
As hope drips from vials, crystalline and bright.
With each ebbing moment, pain feels contrite,
Yet dreams linger on, with a soft, tender bite.
So bless me, as the dawn’s light breaks,
With glimmers of hope that the dawn makes.
In every hue, from crimson to blue ice flakes,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, pure and slake.
From blue skies to lavender pillows,
I shall find my path home by shadows.
In this upholstery of wonderful bliss,
So bless me, bless me, with dawn kiss.
Wistful and withdrawn, I wander through the night
Feeling grim and melancholy, a shroud of darkness tight
Depression grips my heart, its hold is strong and true
A gloomy cloud above me, my feelings all askew
I hanker for light and happiness, a break from this despair
But all I grasp around me is darkness everywhere
I strain to shake the sadness off, to find some peace of mind
But my views castle pulling me down, leaving me behind
So I walk on, lost in whimsey, seeking a way out
Hoping that tomorrow will fetch something to shout about
For now, I’ll hold on walking, through darkness and pain
Hoping that somehow, someway, I’ll find happiness again.
For some portentous events, unostentatious activity
Without the extra burden of strained, searing captivity.
Written: June 05, 2023
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Grab that whimsey, don't wipe the blow.
The feeling, of fear, starts to grow
Creepy tendrils that dart around
In your head, they can't be bound
Unleash the power of your poetry,
That is what empowers the poet free.
Let it flow from heart to page,
And let your imagination rage.
Sunlight illuminates the abyss of my heart.
But gloom lurks, for betrayal shreds apart.
The simplicity that I used to consider dear.
Leaving me stranded and packed with fear.
An emptiness consumes my soul,
Yet an urge to write, to brand me whole,
To pour out my pain, my sorrow,
To find a glimmer of cheer for tomorrow.
My pen becomes my only friend,
As I strain to comprehend
The reasons behind the deceit,
The lies that brought me to defeat.
But in my words, I find a way,
To heal, to mend, carpe diem the day,
To rise above the welt and pain,
To find the light, to love again.
The valley of my heart may be scarred,
But with my pen, I can rebuild, discard
The darkness that once held me down,
And rise up, stronger, without a frown.
Stop resisting and start writing.
The pen is bleaker than the sword.
Each draw, each stroke, each sighting.
Unshackle the force of your words.
Melt the frost from my winter-loving heart.
A mood storm fueled by the vibe of charm.
Petals under mistletoe promise by the blurt.
Winter's stillness engulfed me as a swarm.
A mood storm fueled by the vibe of charm.
In the rubble you left me in, there was a candle.
Winter's stillness engulfed me as a swarm.
A burst of hope faded while poised for a mantle.
In the rubble you left me in, there was a candle.
Flowers and inlay have stood as the year goes.
A burst of hope faded while poised for a mantle.
However, only God's eyes never tend to close.
Flowers and inlay have stood as the year goes.
Whimsey in the midnight, solace amid sorrow.
However, only God's eyes never tend to close.
Peace in the dusk, balm as my brows furrow.
Whimsey in the midnight, solace amid sorrow.
Petals under mistletoe promise by the blurt.
Peace in the dusk, balm as my brows furrow.
Melt the frost from my winter-loving heart.
Written: Decenber 1st 2022
Some laws are crazy you will agree.
Read some of these laws and you will see.
Some laws are funny and some just absurd.
It pays to be careful how we use our words.
To keep your ass in a bathtub a fine must be paid.
In 1924 an Arizona law was was made.
Alabama law says if a fake mustache,
Causes laughter in church you'll fork over some cash.
In Alaska don't wake a bear for a picture.
If you live through the act to the state you're indentured.
In Arkansas don't mispronounce the word.
It insults them by gol and they'll give you the bird.
In Georgia when you go to market,
Don't put your ice cream in your back pocket.
In Indiana mustaches are quite illegal,
If the wearer has a tendency to kiss other people.
In Kansas if two trains meet upon the same track,
Neither shall proceed till the other has passed.
In Michigan a woman can't cut her hair,
Unless her husband says that he don't care.
In Minn. they've a law that's one for the rolls.
Cats can't chase dogs up telephone poles.
In New Jersey a man can't knit in the fishing season.
Guess he better give the cops a good reason.
In N. Carolina they'll make a big deal.
If you use an elephant to plow up your field.
Now my personal favorite, the last is the best.
This one really put me to the test.
In Vermont the establishment will give you grief,
Without hubby's permission to wear false teeth.
I wonder where people dream up such things,
Or what they smoked or ate to bring on such dreams.
Some of these laws sure gave me the wincies,
But I hope you enjoyed this wee bit of whimsey.
"Spontaneity is childlike wonder, it is simplicity, abandon and
curiosity; but, it takes 'courage' to embrace the unexpected."
Quote by _Constance
I like to write free,
to just drift in whimsey and rhyme:
just brave me,
fancy free;
writing on a whim where I shine !
My words twirl and dance,
muse, and me in a childlike play:
happenstance,
we enhance;
and like magic words float and sway !
Winging it in peace,
I entwine in a trance serene:
to release,
what's beneath,
often muse takes me to fields green !
Disregarding rule,
in reckless abandon I write:
call me fool,
or jewel;
free my words soar into the light !
"Discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
~~~~Whimsey vs. Angst ( or-
You Don't Have to Be Drunk But it Helps)~~~~
Words of whimsey from my pen flow,
while words of angst I bury below.
Which is me, you may never know
if it's only pieces I care to show.
Whimsey is as whimsey does.
So frivilous, happy thoughts buzz
around in my brain , as if it was
full of nothing but fluff and fuzz.
Writing of angst is not my thing.
Words of sadness, words that sting.
Whimsical words always bring
a happier mood, a fest, a fling.
So don't ask me for a sad, sad song.
It would definitely be wrong
to bore you with an epitome long
that saddens and depresses the throng.
Poetry of a happier time
flows in verses and in rhyme.
I'll pen you thoughts joyful and sublime
if you just pass the tequila and the lime.