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Welcome to my random world;
Where Angels and Fairies both co herald
Am I a fallen fairy?
As my vision mainly slept I’m under twinkly
A little phantom dream, awaken in my reality
Dancing angels challenge me to fly
I would consider but I’m too sly
Am I a fallen fairy?
So I jump off the clouds fall from heaven;
Enclosed in laced silk fabric satin and chevron;
I cling, I sing, I swallow wind and air, everything’s
Zings as I fall plummet to my death it seems;
Alas, I witness the angel’s upswings;
Singing something;
I sent my wish on fairy wings;
Am I a fallen fairy?
Literary legendary;
my random world;
Where Angels and Fairies both co herald;
Fallen fairy zings, falls fallen tree branch unstring;
I sent my wish on fairy wings;
9/14/19
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Starlet had to purchase those keen fun, artistic boots
They remind her of so many great things
The times she and grandma were in cahoots
Dancing and jiving with zippy zips and zings
Her grandma’s estate settled in the middle of last week.
She left Starlet five thousand dollars and some lemon tea.
She said don’t spend this on anything boring, common or bleak.
Purchase something jazzy that will remind you of me.
She bought a ’74 Gremlin and painted it with daisies in color.
Rebuking requests from her sister, mother, daddy and brother.
These boots reminded her of grandma and made her laugh.
She also adopted from the zoo a koala and sweet-tempered giraffe.
Quandary
I bought a zoo - a magic place
With extinct animals - maybe lost in space
Now in a quandary - what to do
I have an ailing Jurassic Zoo!
My Stegosaur snores with loud zings
My Pterodactyl sprained one wing
My Tyrannosaur is burping bubbles
My Brontosaur wheezes stubble
My Allosaur has the sniffles
My Triceratops has heartburn dismal
My Philoceratops has the flu
My Centrosaur snorts in blue
Can't just go to the local drugstore
For dinosaur remedies lost in lore
In a quandary - what to do
My vet won't set foot in my Jurassic Zoo
Now
My Wooly Mammoth has lost his hair
My Sabre-toothed Tiger has toothache scares
My Short Faced Bear has halitosis
My Irish Elk has spinal stenosis
My Giant Sloth hangs upside down
My Wooly Rhino fumes and frowns
My Mega Otter cannot swim
My Bear Dog grows cat teeth in him.
Think I have solved my quandary....
Buying lush woodlands with running streams
In that paradise - let them all run free
Every time I visit with warm scones and fine tea
They will come a running with greetings just for me.
10-1-21
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Thank you Marikate for your inspiration!
10-8-22
Contest: Marathon Mile 16
Sponsor: Mark Toney
I yearn for shades of Autumn and all that it could bring
the chromis strews of redding bricks the chilly burrr
Blushing apples high as kites tied to apron strings
and acorns full of french berets and nutmeg tinted plur
falling down like parachutes with no inter ;
I do foretell the signs of summer's end and so salute
the fury tilts of sapling greens in soakly forest wood;
Those elongated serenades of change with no refute
who can question them beneath God's plentish hood
except his "FIVE" bounteous leaves of cherry wood;
Swiveling down here and there aiming far with dip
the rusky calls of brownie birds as they lose their fur
The cheep- cheep- cheep of a baby's nest, a quip
that zings across the equinox of fall and oft conjures
the memory of an Autumn's tale and sweet procure ;
I yearn for gatherings of pumpkin pies and feast
the shaky janks of corn roast romps
the evening hearth that says "you're truly blessed"
Yes I love the Autumn's bold audacious stomp,
that sells to me its beauty and its comp...
August 24, 2018
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
Arms outstretched.
Hands out thrust.
Fingers stretched out, reaching, straining, hurting,
just barely fail make contact, left hanging untouched.
Only a tiny spark zings between the fingers.
Like static electricity,
which flows when bodies
stroked with emotion
get charged up with a warm dry rub
and discharge with a tiny whip's crack.
Our love forever poised,
never had the impetus
for completion to fruition.
As we balked at commitment
fraught by quandary and trepidation
of expectation's negated equation.
Poised thus, we now will never know
what could have been,
what becoming could have done
if our fingers touched
touche.
[Poet’s Note : the fourth verse of this cinquain was written for ‘Scents of Autumn’ contest sponsored by JCB Brul, already posted on this pg.]
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shiver
woollen scarf black
earth in cold dreamland sleeps
brooding we strengthen barriers
wild winds
awake !
yolk bursts a beak
faint gardenia sweet
freshly cut grass, lips open wide
buds sleek
bright blue
cool linen new
litchi ice-cream dripping down throat
sun laughs loud
hot lot
mellow
maturation
cinnamon floats woody
musky flesh loamy depths spice-wise
mushrooms
cycles
forever turn
seasons speak singularly
winter spring summer autumn rings
bring zings
Amidst a burning skyline where
every tick of a gesture a happenstance
charges my essence and absorbs
this space where discoveries
allow me a chance to revel at
what is miraculous...the dance
of kaleidoscopic stars, toddlers
wiggling like cherubs , fireflies dressed
like the Orion... and I go with the flow,
radiant as wings of revelry
guide me through an armada
of delirious fireflies I need not comprehend...
because my heart awaits the next
swing of child-like enthrallment
delirious as the zigzaging zings
in a twirl, in ribbons laced by thrills
of free imagination...there, in that
jeweled wing, I seek nothing
but the translucent lucent spins
in total wanderlust of the unknown,
ready to celebrate this flight of eternal fireflies
away from the ordinary glitter
within what could ever be
any woodland that's ever near !
Trixie takes me and shakes me and twirls me about.
I am helpless, at her mercy, I don’t even shout.
Her ideas are ridiculous, whimsical and fine.
I take out a pencil, hoping I can write down a line.
Trixie is my muse and she puts up with none of my think.
She throws out things in a frenzy; I do not even blink.
I stop writing to draw a dragon, a faerie, a clown and a goat.
She throws on a pig’s face and begins to blatantly gloat.
I am at Trixie's mercy; she gives me no voice or leeway.
I do her bidding, she is flat out ready to play.
She jerks me and throws me and zings me to France.
I dance back to try to regain my soul, willing to dance.
Everyone is podded off
Sipping, slipping into chill-consciousness
Blue Note-certified musings drip
From the tongues and lips
Busy, chewing the amplified air
The waitress saunters
Occasionally brushing up
Against the black-lacquered stallion
Resting quiet
Mums the word
It's ivory asleep
Begging to be woken
The 523p light
Provoked by a late Spring day
Zings this tacit creature
Who yearns to be struck and tickled
By the next master
Who may dive deep and wide
Or simply sing and sling their heart
Above the ivory sway and fray
Oh the pleasant possibilities
That lie among incorrigible strings
Pedals pumping soft and purposeful
When sunshine arrives to take a ride
But for now
It waits
Soaking in ambient sound
Under a blanket of muteness
And subtle anticipation
For the muse or drunk to arrive
And scratch it's belly
To bellow, explode
The aural incantations
Begging to ascend.
(5/11/17)