Hay is crinkling in various places
The candle stump stares solemnly
Beyond the moon nocturnal vault
A groan floats in the air, rewon by gag words.
The trees climbed the hill and over it
Golden light shone via withered stalks of the fields
Form a truss around haphazardly spread items
A gray stone protrusion anchored in the soil.
You can grasp soft light before it turns into fire
Embrace the dawn limbs that wish not to leave
Wigwag with guttural grunts and groans
A song is famous for mixing notes.
When the moon lights up the forest
Insight vibrates with comfort and grace
Shadows provide healing and nightly perks
After teasing, stars micturate dreams to reality
Crossing the dense green is bliss.
Stamina allows for both movement and rest
The meadow cures you with brightness
Clearing in the woods is a mainstay.
4th place contest winner
Written: February 10, 2023
The Clearing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Categories:
micturate, analogy, metaphor, tree,
Form: Free verse
A whole universe is a frightening place.
It's a shame for humanity as a whole race.
The pandemic can claim a toll and kill people.
Despite this, the planet's temperature is crucial.
And improvement is flowing at a snail's pace.
Let us micturate an effort to focus on the positive.
Despite how tough it is, we are persuasive.
Will express wicked thoughts via writing.
In terms of its development and outing.
When given a chance, I'm sure we'll be festive.
Written: September 26, 2021
Categories:
micturate, analogy, change, confusion, encouraging,
Form: Quintain (English)
Such an invasion will not go unavenged-
I will render my prostate prostrate
Lest my humor become unhinged
It so betrays my desire to micturate, yea even to conjugate.
And I will radiate radiation
When approached I will shout Unclean! Unclean!
I will need some serious anesthesiation
Just to maintain my unvented spleen.
I always think I am so hansom
I quite assume my royal entitlement
But a colony of cutthroats now inhabit my rectum.
And I must engage in violent embattlement.
To the walls! To the walls! my spermatazoan comrades
And destroy these interlopers awful.
Let them not breach our ballustrades
For Nature herself has proclaimed them unlawful.
Categories:
micturate, poems,
Form: Burlesque