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Premium Member Dr Seuss Tip of the Hat

In a land full of fancy and fun, I will try,
To spin you a yarn that will float and then fly.
With words that will bounce and then skip and then hop,
A tale of a fellow, right here, at the top.

His name was Ned Fuddle, a very odd man,
With fuzz on his chin, the color of span-
-akopita filling, all green and quite grey,
He’d wake up at noon and start his odd day.

He wore on his head a tall hat, soft and red,
With three tiny bells that would jingle and shred
The silence with Ting-a-ling, Clang, and a Boing,
A sound that made all of the neighbors avoid

His yard, where he grew the most curious things,
Like Putter-Puff Petals and Zingy-Wing Springs.
His house wasn’t normal; it wasn’t quite straight,
It leaned to the left, which the mailman would hate.

The windows were bubbly, the door round and purple,
The chimney let out a whoosh and then a gurple.
He’d wake up and say, with a stretch and a yawn,
“The sniggle-snuff day has begun with the dawn!

I’ll find my Glick-Glide and my best walking stick,
And give it a flick and a flip and a quick
Little tap on the ground, to see what would pop out,
A Grizzwald?  A Splatter?  A shy little Sprout?”

He’d walk with a skip and a thump and a whack,
A musical pattern, a rhythm to track.
His Glick-Glide would shimmer, all silver and bright,
And summon strange creatures from morning till night.

There were Zizzers and Zazzers, with stripes long and black,
Who’d zoom all around with a loud Clickity-Clack!
And three-toed Gleep-Gleepers, who would sit and stare,
With eyes big as saucers and tufts of green hair.

Ned Fuddle would giggle, “Oh, what a fine view!
The world is alive!  It is shining and new!
It’s brimming with wonder, with wiggle and fizz,
The best kind of day that there probably is!”

He’d sit on a mushroom, a great big blue ‘shroom,
And play his own flute, with a Toot and a Vroom.
The music would float through the air, sweet and clear,
A sound that would banish all worry and fear.

So if you feel gloomy, or glum, or quite cross,
Remember Ned Fuddle, the world’s strangest boss,
Of sillies and sillies, of wiggles and jigs,
Who danced with the Zizzers, and Gleepers, and pigs,

And knew in his heart, from his hat to his shoe,
That feeling’s quite happy is the best thing to do!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member - Hair In the Soup -

It won't pass
                                            eye of glass

                                             Licky-lick
                                            zingy twist

                                           Chef is called
                                             he balded

                                            Pretty soon
                                           orange moon

                                           Try your best
                                            fail the test

                                            Nasty soup
                                           doggie poop
                                    
                                            I am sad
                                          slightly MAD

                                          Walked away
                                          want to stay

                                         You did wrong
                                          I stay strong

                                           Feelings fly
                                           will not cry

                                           Expect less
                                          gives me rest

                                          Oh, so sweet
                                         ... me complete



                                              * ~ * 

                                          11.09.2020
                                  Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
                             Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Pickle Party

All the Pickled produce gathered
At Branston Manor - if you please!
They entered via a staircase
Made of Jacob's Crackers and Cheese.

The Gherkin Girls and Chutney twins,
Who's names are Tom and Mango
Compete against the Beetroot Troupe
To make the taste buds Tango!

The Beetroot Troupe are not alone.
They have a wise old friend
Zingy Mr. Vinegar.
Always ready to defend. 

The Silverskins call upon
The Shallots acapella choir
To pack a punchy added flavour
In a pitch that can't go higher.

The sour Grapes sulk in the corner.
They apparently should not have come.
Only Pickles were invited.
It was not open to everyone.

The Eggs got pickled with too much drink.
They thought it would be fun
To gatecrash the party
Just to confuse everyone!

It was an event to be remembered.
But alas, though sad to say
The party ended abruptly.
For they were consumed that very day!


Written 18th August 2022
For the, "It's A Pickle Party Contest"
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Home Garden

With nowhere better to go, I nurture home.
Rows of sown seed need me 
to sing them to fruition
with the moisture of tender words,
coziness brushing buds 
with benevolent thrums.
Following intuition's petition,
pebble stones, thyme whiffs, skipping feet,
flower power spells, and blue bells' ring,
I'm welcomed to the scene: 
veggies competing in diversified strides,
flourishing fruit trees with wings it seems,
verdure upstretched to light's extensive dive,
joining birdsong chorus lifts, 
with fervent desire to thrive
from life to life like Eden's beginning.
The first ripe cherry flushes 
with sun's zingy red depths,
plush with juicy secrets beyond
comprehension's clutch.
I ingest this portion of wisdom
while studying God's living gifts,
with humble recognition,
so much is yet unknown.

Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
"A" omitted.
6/12/2021

Premium Member Abcedarian For Fun

Alleged anthrax-laden alligator arrives in afternoon
Beyond bright baboon baby bestows brilliance 
Chaste chimpanzees charge chagrined cheetahs 
Doped donkeys deliberate director’s dictate
Elongated eel exasperate enormous elephants
Fruit flies flit and flutter among fruity flowers
Gravely gross gibbons gripe greedily 
Hyenas and hippos are hungrily huffing 
Igneous information informs iconic islanders
Jubilant jellyfish jealous juxtapositions
Kipling’ s kangaroos kill kindler’s keepsakes
Lively llamas leaping and loving
Many mammals merrily marauding 
Nefarious Neverland needing new numbers
Often outsiders oversee overgrown owls 
Persnickety porcupines parading in pairs
Quintessential quails quickly quell Quakers
Respite reveals rushing rip-roaring rhinos
Stolen stags slide south showing secrecy
Tiptoe through trails, tricking tigers 
Understanding unicorns utilize umbrellas
Very vexing victims verify variety of vixens
Well-meaning walrus whips whippersnapper’s will
‘Xacting ‘Xrays ‘Xplore ‘Xpansive ‘Xports
Yoga yielding yaks yelp at yellow yarn
Zealous zebra zips in zingy zoo.


Premium Member Abc Doodle

**ABC  FUN**

Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle 
'each-
other', footle  gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic, 
maffick, nothosonomia, 
osculating, proudly,  quizzing, riant, 
squabash, 
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe, 
yodle, zingy. 
*

Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris 
everywhere,  flammeous, 
growing haematic,  igniting, 
jeopardizing, killing, lava, 
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
Defiant', 
pulse, quantity, 
rage, staged, tempered, under, 
virescent, watch, ***, yield, zero. 
*

Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating 
dreaming, eruption, 
fingerprints, ghost haunting, 
invading, 
journey, 
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic, 
nightmare, odyssey, 
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes, 
'tossing&turnning', 
unconsciously, vertigo, 
'wakening2wetness', x-rated, 
yawning, 
zoomed.   
*

Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin 
Khan

By;pd
Form: ABC

Premium Member Keola - Rubaiyat

 Hidden quote by: Jesse Jackson


As the daze lifts, dirge ogling at blurring.
Squalls can still be stifled by soft roving.
Heaven's pinions may rattle the birdcage.
If tame grip, end up spotting candor wing. 

Conveying of the most critical stage.
Toe-to-toe quicksand slogging on the rage
We aught stark faith in our dominant muse.
Shut eyelids bury the day's grin assuage.

We, a whiff of peace, must be shining wise.
Naught deems but that you go forward to rise.
In its purest awe, love with hope bestow.
Our scheme provides a zingy gap in size.

Grin never sink out, and not backward show.
Allow it to rise, by wings swell hefts grow.
Fear and division are ousting cross-glare.
Close fetch key vibrations to the shallow.

Written: January 28, 2022

Keola Secret Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula 

Syllables: HMS
Rhymezone
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rubaiyat

Premium Member The World's Playground

“The World’s Playground”

"Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses".

Jack the ripper, he slept with a whore, and became deadly ill 
Awhile his wife Jill became suicidal dependent on the Prozac pill 
Mother Goose lost all four of her children it was easy to ignore.
She was too busy being a **** star it was hardcore. 
One had his brains fried. One died from electric shock. 
One survived to an infant to be killed on the block
Last became involved in gambling, a financial debt he can’t pay
The mob sent the goose a bleeding red box saying happy birthday.
Welcome to our playground. The world is such a joy.   
Every girl and every boy is a playgirl or playboy.   
We have candy, video games, lollipop, and teens  
We have Drugs, sex, alcohol, slaves, and atm machines
By raising the right hand shouting upon the witness stand

This is zappy land, this is zippy land, this is the zingy land. 
Sparrow and Fly killed Cock Robin with a ball and chain 
In a black pond the fish devoured the bird’s brains
Old Grandma once had delicious pie the night when Crow Man came. 
She then had two children who took her life’s blame. 
Hansel became a business man who took people’s homes.
Baba Yaga pimped Gretel on the streets of Rome. 
Hansel lost his control. He cooked his old hag.
Gretel was cut opened killed by a douchbag.

“Girls and boys, come out to play,
The [stars] doth shine as bright as day;”
Leave your families, don’t be discreet,

“And come with your [fellows] into the street.”


Little children holding hands, "ring around the rosy".
Children dancing gleefully "with pockets full of posies".
Happily they burn the days away. "Ashes, ashes". 
Going through life, "we all fall down". 

Welcome to our playground. The world is such a joy. 
Every girl and every boy is a playgirl or playboy.
We have candy, video games, lollipop, and teens
We have Drugs, sex, alcohol, slaves and atm machines
This is happy land, this is happy land, this is happy land. 
Welcome to our playground. The world is such a joy. 
Every girl and every boy is a Playgirl or playboy.
We have candy, video games, lollipop, and teens
We have Drugs, sex, alcohol, slaves, and atm machines
This is happy land, this is happy land, this is happy land. 
This is the place to be. 

"Ashes. Ashes. We all fall down".
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member Effervescent

She is sparkling, scintillating, lusty, vigorous, peppy.
He was interested at lusty, but pretended indifference.
Zingy, zippy, vivacious, animated, high-spirited.
Okay, I’ll do it, he told his sister, acting reluctant.
She had set him up with dates before. They never worked out.

He arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early.
Still, she beat them there. She was pretty, and lively. Fun.
He laughed at her stories, and she listened to his.
She told him great things about his sister, and he shared too.

She was everything his sister said, truly effervescent. 
But her drink was too carbonated, which made her gassy.
She was horribly embarrassed when overcome by the
Bubbly, frothy, foaming, bubbly stuff. He liked her for that too.

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