Tasty confection,
Chocolate, caramel, nuts,
Delectable reflection,
Love those tasty guts.
It must Snicker,
While my taste buds flicker.
Messy dark hair or mischievous eyes,
it could be my bite on your cheek.
Pluck that’s one in a million
tests all your self control.
A ‘Follow me’ smirk
so compelling
is a spell
to crave
me.
Nature in a Mischievous Mood
Early Sunday morning;
nature rattling at the front door!
I accept its clamorous invitation
stepping out with nothing more
in tow than an upturned collar..
and a theatrical imagination.
The morning ground is well-baked pastry,
all crusted with a shiver of winter;
sunlight whispering across the ground
all sharp colour and playfulness.
So I step out, church bells skipping alongside
and light skating off in front of me.
Soon I am within reach of the beach;
my sandy sanctuary,
but nature is in a mischievous mood
the light fluctuating,
its moods shifting,
gloss turning to flat matt.
The sea offers up a cold, blue arm
encouraging me into watery depths
while the sky sits heavily
in a grey leather-weathered armchair.
Behind, peeking through a curtain of cloud
a new season waits to spring into action.
Ian Souter
Nature in a Mischievous Mood
Early Sunday morning;
nature rattling at the front door!
I accept its clamorous invitation
stepping out with nothing more
in tow than an upturned collar..
and a theatrical imagination.
The morning ground is well-baked pastry,
all crusted with a shiver of winter;
sunlight whispering across the ground
all sharp colour and playfulness.
So I step out, church bells skipping alongside
and light skating off in front of me.
Soon I am within reach of the beach;
my sandy sanctuary,
but nature is in a mischievous mood
the light fluctuating,
its moods shifting,
gloss turning to flat matt.
The sea offers up a cold, blue arm
encouraging me into watery depths
while the sky sits heavily
in a grey leather-weathered armchair.
Behind, peeking through a curtain of cloud
a new season waits to spring into action.
Ian Souter
My cat is aptly named Mischievous
A little ball of fur
She doesn't weigh much
But how dearly I love her
She always spills her milk
Then licks her whiskers clean
She doesn't do it on purpose
She doesn't seem to be mean
She lays on the carpet
Rolled up into a ball
In her mind she is thinking
I might trip and fall
She's always hiding somewhere
Especially underneath my chair
Suddenly she jumps out
Trying to give me a scare
I wouldn't trade her for anything
She is so precious to me
Even though she is Mischievous
It's very plain to see
She's always under foot
Especially when I am trying to work
In her mind
I'm the one who is the jerk
In spite of all this
We will have a little chat
I'll try to make her understand
But darn it I don't speak cat
he has the look of a mischievous elf
I am terrified of it, for I recognize it as myself
what if he is a better jokester than me?
will he become king of this maple tree?
the elf gives me a nod, and a wink of his eye
I am afraid he is winning as he passes me by
what if the others like him better than I?
will the king hire him? Will I run out of food? Will I die?
My lifetime dream is about to take place
A trip so spectacular it creates a smile lighting up my whole face
Camera in hand I board the tour bus
The roar of the mighty lions a greeting surely directed at us
Mischievous monkeys scatter from high atop trees in a quick flash
Rays of the sun reflect on a herd of hungry hippos eager to splash
Impressive elephants cross right in front of us
Lofty giraffes snacking on leaves look down checking out all the fuss
Darkness starts to creep in as the jungle starts to fall asleep
The excitement of this adventure has reached its peak
Lasting memories of the journey I will cherish forever
Thanks to the animals who made it so much better
In a world so wide, my brother, so great,
With mischief in his eyes, oh, what a trait!
His laughter rings out, like a joyful chime,
My mischievous brother, oh, how sublime!
With a twinkle in his eye and a grin so wide,
He leads me on adventures, nowhere to hide.
Through fields we frolic, in the sun's warm embrace,
My mischievous brother, a true heart's grace.
He hides my toys and plays pranks so sly,
Yet when I'm in trouble, he's the first to stand by.
With a heart so pure, in his own special way,
My mischievous brother, brightens my day.
He climbs tall trees and dreams of the sky,
With courage unending, he's ready to fly.
In his dreams, he's a hero, bold and strong,
My mischievous brother, where he belongs.
Though he may tease and drive me insane,
In my heart, he holds a special domain.
For in his mischievous ways, there's love, you see,
My mischievous brother, means the world to me.
So here's to you, my brother so dear,
With mischief and laughter, year after year.
In this great journey, together we roam,
My mischievous brother, you make me feel home.
Melancholy winds
Adding froth to frigid rain
Robins splay their wings
Caterers scramble inside
Her ivory dress - a mess
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Mischievous Moon
The moon was in a mischievous mood
This morning before the twilight
Peeking through clouds it had tried to elude
In order to flaunt its golden light.
Full and round it followed me
Up and down the valley hills
Emerging from shadows tauntingly
Knowing how its beauty thrills.
Nestling in a poinciana tree
It appeared to do a dance
Among twisted limbs that seemed to be
Arms of the goddess known to entrance.
And did I detect a soft giggling sound
That came floating to my ear?
Such strange things are said to abound
When the full moon is near.
When time came for my walk to end
I was reluctant to depart
The company of my endearing friend
Who'd graced my day with a delightful start.
Molly Moore
I love you, teddy bear.
Mischievous and carefree
By Michelle Morris
05/03/2023
There are these pictures in my mind
Of when you were a little kid
Elation and giggles and joy
In your eyes and your smile so big
Mischievous and carefree
Exploring the world at large
You were fearless and creative
And always wanted to be in charge
From the beach to the mountains
From the ocean to the pool
We visited different places
And tried different food
We had the most amazing adventures
We created memories in our hearts and souls
I will always remember your childhood
And the experience of blessings unfolding
You know that I'll love you forever
You know that you're in my heart and soul
But don't forget that you'll always be my baby
And nothing can ever change your role
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Then, he’d looked quite impervious,
Now, you can see: damned nervous
The present soon the previous,
Past triumph no more envious,
His change: shamefully obvious…
From ‘impervious’ to ‘nervous’
Journeys end in the grievous;
Like voyages perilous:
Satanic and mischievous.
We'd keep meeting wickedness
In all it's vile nakedness:
All the time, some wanton beast
Of dreamt - up foes makes a feast...
Yours was a sore cold murder
By one you'd thought a brother;
Among men a masquerade
For a promised motorcade.
He had you offered a drink,
Trusting that you would not think,
Glasses readying for clink
From his eyes a friendly wink...
Yeah, he'd wanted it that way,
For killers it makes their day,
Wherefore they would it replay:
Some mother's hair to go grey...
In the end, The Grisly done
With - what else? - mischievous Gun.
kiss of light, embracing, promising quiet
breathless joy, comforting with kind, gentle sighs
whispering leaves, softly waltzing, can’t deny it
wonders, inspired, brilliant desires who chastise
forests bring whimsical wonders to riot
playing gaily, summer’s goodbye to revise
history reminds the heart who laughs shyly
autumn trembles its teasing flourish, slyly
sun drench in white lace
for a moment a daze face
zephyr promenade
the wind decided to play on its way
found its voice releasing its hold to say
whished a while round the ground there
disturbing the old mole's lair
old mole scowl round and round kicking the clay
a friendly tailwind and a deep breath out, the ground was a blur throughout
1/20/2022
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