I could write of stellar
skies -- Really I could!
Could write of lozenge
moons~ of over-saturated
beams, arriving and departing,
concentrates of extra sweetened,
totally addicting, poetically
whipped creams:
(unfold, eerie immaterial, cobwebby
tightly creased seams, of long
seeming ever taboo gleams -- )
I could write...really I could!
compose glitter, like diamonds,
a huge, full jar -- Aladdin Stories,
fantastical adventures from romantic
afar -- I could strum a string strung
between, distant star and my near,
dear, sparkly guitar --
rather savor your toffee lips
chocolate licks like a Mar's Bar....
No words completely rhyme with orange:
no orange fringe, no orange hinge,
no lozenge, no syringe, no twinge, no whinge – no nothing!
No words completely rhyme with orange.
Porridge isn’t orange; but, there is an Orange Province.
An orange stoppage - should be red!
Incorrigible orange!
The rhymes I’ve tried are negligible, barely sensible.
Horrid orange!
Purple is no better.
There are purple turtles, slurping, burping,
and purple pebbles, purple burbles:
all sorts of purply, chirpy, twerpy sounds,
but, no words rhyme with purple.
Silver is another colour which hasn’t got a twinning brother.
There are silver rivers, silver shivers, silver slivers, silver sisters;
but, there are no silver dilver milver pilvers,
and if there were, they’d smell like fish.
I actually prefer the almost-chimes of assonance,
the vowels that that twine with consonants,
without the over-confidence of lar-dee-dar-dee rhymes.
Bells of Home
My memory sings when the brass school bell rings, so I ring it every day.
It sits on my hallway table with the other two. I love the words it has to say,
“Come play, play with life’s joy. Come play every girl and boy”
The next in size is an elegant figure eight
With a long smooth handle and a lozenge shaped ringer
That softly strokes the sides and sounds just like an opera singer.
The last is a little squat cuplike form, inside it a small heavy bead
Swirling as it sends out the hypnotic hum,
Round and round,
Becoming an invisible vibrational drum.
Every morning I ring them all, to wake me and the energy in my hall.
Somebody who had seen Miss Ann
Advised her to just drop her Dan,
Mentioning my own serious plan
To take her to my secure clan
And keep her in a lodge with fan...
And Miss Ann burst into laughter
But did not say a word after,
Yet, did not close the chapter:
A convulsing body apter...
Then, in a voice four times softer
Like takers of Lozenge Cofta
"Does he own a helicopter,
For, then, 'My Yes' will be prompter?"
That was Ann and who she would choose,
So, lover Dan and I should lose!
Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch
When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.
When I held you in my arms, I did not feel
our lack of completeness,
knowing how easy it was
for us to cling to each other.
And there were nights when the clouds
sped across the moon’s face,
exposing such rarified brightness
we did not witness
so much as embrace
love’s human appearance.
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The wane of the sun has raised its finger
And the sun is wielded to bed
Life below lays forlorn, bereft of light
A posh dusky sheet is spread
Of a trillion zillion lozenge sequins
That float in accord with a big crescent pearl
Furnishing a mystique chic decor
Freights of flicker dangle off the feet of these treasures
Some snowy, others scarlet and a few disco
All flirting with every eye below
Fairies take errands along the silver lining, sprinkling stardust.
Wonder rides the backs of my billows of fascination
And I cannot resist
But surrender my eyes to the nebula to flirt back
so beautiful is she when she smiles
so lovely is she even when she frowns
so far away is she and i can still feel her touch
so wishing she felt for me in the same way i feel for her
reality is like a common cold seducing you to a particular excitement after three days
then you end up with the flu in a cold darkness while longing for a humidifier
after that your throat is sore and you so yearn some type of cough drop of lozenge
only you end up disappointed when day seven comes and you are still suffering so
There's this little fuzzy wuzzy bunny,
Who all year round eats loads of honey.
Now you’d expect his tummy to be runny
This fuzzy wuzzy little bunny
However, the honey has an adverse effect
And when I tell you, you will not like it I expect
The poor sod suffers from severe constipation
Until he feels a bowel movement sensation
He seeks a discrete place to release
The load that make him look obese
His baked in for a year in his tummy
The poor fuzzy wuzzy little bunny
With his hind legs astride, bunny squats just a bit
Knowing the pain he has to suffer when it's time to have a sh-t
First, come out as little pebbles then follow the great big boulders
The kind that gives him the feeling his been split from his a-se to his shoulders
He chews grass as a medicinal lozenge
To numb his a-se that now looks like a blood orange
Fuzzy wuzzy little bunny knows it all over when he lets out a great big fart
Then picks up his mess discretely and hides it in isle 14 at Kwik Mart.