Morey Mouse made merry,
Mollifying Mallory’s Mama,
Maybe mixing mammoth metaphors
Marvelously mystical, Marmaduke mimed
mingling, meshing, ‘mogrifying magical mites,
Measuring muskrats minding miniature minnows
Meddlesome merrymakers, Mr. Mumbsly mentioned, miffed.
Mesmerized minions made millions, merely making mincemeat.
Mediocre maybe, magnificent Mrs. Mumps meticulously mentioned.
MERRY MONTH
Many Merry Metamorphic Memoirs
Makes Mole-heel of a Merry Month.
More Mouths to feed from Mary to Mother and
Momentarily Monitoring Most Merry Mongers
Mostly Male Merrymaking Machos,
Mesmerizing Maids Messing-up Most Men so...
More Mumbling & Muttering of Merry Mimes Makes-up our Memo
Making Merry-dance Merry-go-round,
Many Merrymakers Makes this Merrymeeting Memorable,
Manipulating My Merrythought to Marinate Merrymaking Memories.
Merry Christmas migos and...
Merry, happy new year in advanced Merriment. Many Cheers!!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©December, 2019.
With warm, loving memories of my mom,
appreciation and blessing I frame.
Like poets of old, I’m penning this psalm
to give praise to those who earn that good name.
Movers and shakers of the happy home
risk takers, bakers and merrymakers
mood breakers / servants with a rare genome
Salutations to moms, our caretakers.
Even moms sometimes feel failure, defeat;
circumvent arguments, speak peace instead.
Once in a while, she will need to retreat -
grant her a garden with grace overhead.
A garden where mothers can go to pray;
a place that provides strength for each new day.
July 2, 2019
contest: NA the day away
host: Lu Loo
Curling crests cassessing coastlines
backwash bumping beach breakers.
screeching Seagulls squark and scream
mocking maritime merrymakers.
Burning boogers brave blisterd backs
scorched surfers seek shoreline shade,
urbane under umpteen umberellas,
peacocks posed in a parasol parade.
Drifting dunes delight deserted
lovers, languorously lounging, lazily
craving comfort, coveting cool currents.
Hellishly humid, heat hovers hazily.
Spirited siblings, spades spanking
bucket bottoms, bulid
carefully carved chimerical castles,
infantile fantasies fulfilled.
Exposing exiled exoskeletons
turning tide tickles toes,
sun sinks slowly seaward
disclosing dusk's descending doze.
Twilight embraced the peaceful valley,
While the crisp bite of fresh fallin' snow,
Clung cloyingly to our hands and cheeks,
Quietly christening us with its wintry show.
A romantic ballet of Nature's Grace,
Played out before our wondrous eyes,
As shimmering snowflakes and gusts of wind,
Danced; wheeling and spinning across the starlit skies.
'Come join us!', they called, lost in their ballet of grace,
As they spun and weaved, before melting in our hair,
Laughing, we caught the wild merrymakers on our tongues,
Tasting the music and dance that lingered in the cold air.
Our warm breath, frosted the air as hand and hand we walked on,
The brush of sweet snow still caressed our lips and tongue,
We passionately kissed, while snowflakes danced 'round our heads,
singing, 'Happy Valentines Day!', to all that joined in their song!
©Jane Richer
11/02/2012
Everything comes and goes like this,
boringly fast drills-
look and it's passed. Sadness and thrills too
are soldiers. There's no point in turning it over,
and over. The visit, however quick and smooth
warrants the quick and harsh pains. We're used to
never going back.
How is it sad?
How can it be anything else, but we're miffed
for thoughts of the ragged edges of what we've had-
and all this, carrying our shiniest wrappings
for merrymaking instruments to one day tarnish,
that we'll collect as antiques and garnish
our mantle-piece with them.
Nostalgia is all the rage,
so ignore the tea and collect the dish.