Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap
the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights.
He handed her a firebomb,
eyes sharp as vinegar.
They ran across the hot asphalt,
watching the brass kite rise.
Both caught in the whirlpool of the maze,
they guided the trumpet,
mandolin filling the air, sinking into the smokehouse.
Her jacket flared, body pitching like a haystack, cracked like an explosion.
Cigar smoke swindled
trembling hands at the phone’s text crime. Tightened waist, ribs vacant
Her throat rasped open,
gasping. Stomps flew, trumpets lit,
feathers popped, and breath spilled like bone in the dusk.
Knock, knock! Who's there? A Pen, sharp and keen,
Said, "Paper, my pal, is it writin' time, green?"
The paper sighed loudly, with a rustle and flop,
"Come on in, Pen pal, here's where we can't stop!”
The Pen tapped its foot, with a clickety-clack,
"Got stories and poems, a whole writer's pack!"
The Paper unfurled, smooth as a green sea,
"Let's ink some ideas, just you and just me!”
Scratchity scratch, the Pen danced with glee,
"This story's a-flowin', for all the world to see!"
The Paper whispered, with a happy little sigh,
"Words come alive when you and I fly!”
They wrote through the day, with a swish and a flick,
Creating adventures, with each clever trick.
The sun dipped low, casting shadows so long,
But the Pen and the Paper knew where they belonged.
Curled up together, a perfect pair,
Ready to write more, with love and with care.
So next time you're feelin' a story inside,
Grab a Pen and some Paper, and let your feelings confide!
Old Man Winter grumbled and frowned,
Said, "Spring's taking way too long to come 'round!"
But a robin, so bold, chirped up from a tree,
"Relax, grumpy Gus, change is the key!”
Flowers peeked out, with a shy little smile,
Said, "Winter, don't fret, we'll be here a while!"
The grumpy old man, with a huff and a puff,
Melted away in a sunshiny fluff.
Caterpillars wiggled, "We're tired of this crawl,
Time to transform, and answer the call!"
They spun silken cocoons, hung high in the breeze,
And emerged as butterflies, flitting with ease.
Rivers they rushed, with a gurgling glee,
Carving new paths, to the welcoming sea.
The mountains stood tall, with a wisdom untold,
Whispered, "Change is the story, both young and old.”
The sun dipped low, with a fiery goodbye,
But promised to rise, with a brand new sky.
The stars winked and twinkled, then faded from sight,
Knowing the dawn brings a beautiful light.
Change, it isn't scary, it's nature's delight,
A constant refreshing, both day and night.
So shed what you must let go of the past,
Embrace the new season, that's here to outlast!
,,someone messaged you",
said the classmate I asked my mom before to go to birthday to watch a film through.
The hall was much more tight in the brain I drew,
he was facing me with the phone in my hand and my mom standing beneath the door didn't sense true.
W h e r e d o e s h e c o m e f r o m ?
*Michael*
showed big on the bright screen.
M y p h o n e i s n e
v
e r -
,,regardless" and faced my mom.
Never saw a confronting scene.
,,this much? You really care Hahahha"
He sent with a laugh emoji.
Responded to a message where I something like: ,,I love you 70.000," blah blah blah.
But I deleted
a l l p a s t m e s s a g e s
lowkey, I also blocked,
Emojis I always use are here keyboard prompet.
,,no sry"
I deleted it quick, my thumb.
,,as I would"
I left my phone somewhere put.
I know I left him on read because I still stood.
Blue two hooks.
Another day I dreamed about his.
*Image of Notepad by Pixabay.
McWhirtle: I Write Because
I write because,
the birds cannot,
the trees, the streams,
the mountaintop,
Had they a voice,
sounds will swap, yet,
add with words, be,
cream of the crop.
2022 August 27
*4th Place*
I write because
~~Anoucheka Gangabissoon: Judged 2022 September 13
*Image of Floor Mat by Etsy.
Aloha also is Goodbye
How do, You do,
(Obama, who?)
Honolulu,
"Gathers," the pro-left best
they stick like cements,
Issues: starved mass,
overcrowdedness;
their gilded penthouse nests
o'er the homeless tents.
2022 August 25
Thundering Blunderbuss!
What is a platypus?
Looks like a beaver, but
Has a duck's bill.
Fairly cute little guy,
Ornithorhynchidae*
Lives in Australia, is
On the no-kill.
Semi-aquatic and
Strangely neurotic, it
Lays eggs like birds and has
Venom like snakes.
Weirdly amphibious,
Bio-fluorescent fur
Webbing between the toes,
Strong swimmers make.
————
Technically, this is a Didactic Double Dactyl
since it’s full of educational goodies too.
A double dactyl is a form of McWhirtle, but
apparently, it is also a form of black death.
Switching to the McWhirtle on a hunch, lol.
*6 syllables, rhymes with ‘guy’ (like or-ni-tho-rin-ke-die)
Hummingbird hardly heard,
airily, merrily
extraordinarily
effortless floating, near
weightless transparency,
seemingly without the
slightest of care.
Urgent persistency,
terribly panicky,
frenzied and frantic, she's
burning through energy
rapidly, hungrily;
precise machinery
executes there.
Mallard so lazily,
buoyantly floating on
glassy flat waters, he
glides on the surface, and
wanders unhurriedly,
conveying contentment,
trivial feat.
Feet like a bicycle
furious pedaling,
splendidly, swimmingly,
chasing and fishing, he's
hungrily hunting and
ready to eat.
A double dact doe dance:
Six deer in a row prance
Merrily, playfully
Dancing so sweet!
Ungulates ruminate
Chewing the cud is great
And most amazingly,
Didactyl feet!
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ok, ok, i'm getting carried away with these - almost a tongue twister, but fun, and what I saw on my walk with Missy this morning!
Deception reception:
Horrified audience,
Receivers believing
Satisfies goal
Gaslighting, creating
Altered reality
Verity lost somewhere
Deep in a hole
David once raged against
All the injustices
Voicing his frustrations
Starting each psalm
Working his anger out
Stanza by stanza, then
Reaching conclusion so
Peaceful and calm
Things are not perfect now
Confusion, Delusion
God makes a promise: all
Right in the end
Lawlessness dominates
Presently, sadly, but;
Flip to the back and you'll
see that God wins!
Eighteen and eighty-three
Cinema poetry
Wagons precarious
Bandits? Hilarious!
Not so gregarious
Shooting at me!
Lightning miss yellow hair
Not too bad, pretty fair
Oregon, here we go
Shooting a buffalo
With Sam, Comanche beau
Bison for free!
Poetry, throw-a-three
Dactyls for you and me
Six silly bulls, I see
All in a field!
Myrtle McWhirtley
This is the life for me
No silly names, I see
Less junk to wield.
Dactylly Practical
Superfantastical
Equally Whimsical
More Flexibly
So dactyls or whirtles?
Just tighten your girdles
Throw down some poetry
Effortlessly!
The game of chess
truly bores me
Enough time between moves
for a dip in the sea
There's one more game
that drives me up trees
Time it with a calendar
Its name ~ 'Monopoly'
A Moss Covered Stone Rest
Despite my nature
to absolve evil,
Against all the odds,
stood formidable,
Beseech fortitude
of righteous people,
Prevails my true heart
molding life peaceful.
2019 December 13
*3rd Place*
McWhirtle Me
~~charles messina
Hot apple cider
Cinnamon savors
Gingerbread houses
Sugar and spice neighbors
Peppermint cocoa
Sugarplum favors
Gifting my tastebuds
With Christmastime flavors
12/13/19
For 'McWhirtle Me' contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Specific Types of Mcwhirtle Poems
Definition | What is Mcwhirtle in Poetry?