while I was drawing the dragon
with Sharpies, Crayola markers,
a silver, metallic brush marker,
and Chalk Writers
in bright pink and mint
(all from the dollar tree)
which I mischievously
borrowed from my son’s room,
I was talking to mom.
I might have had
just a little bit of very legal
ha-ha hemp
before I discovered
that sharpies can
be blended on canvas
just like paint.
The half-dry lime green
turned a lighter shade
than forest, with just
a swirl of the
imagination.
I took many poetic liberties
and nonsensical giggles
when I gave the intruding,
angry dragon on the left
silver spots to mock
his prejudiced personality.
‘Herb,
The Vegetarian
Dragon.’
is one of my favorite
children’s books
for this month
of every year.
But Herb,
vegetarian or not,
you still look
ridiculous.
Tender eyes gaze at me mischievously
Catching my breath as the sight of storms do
Swirling me in a private symphony:
A secret world made of roses, so blue
Love not consumed but growing in large bloom
Is sure to be carried to the next life
Love such as this never do bring in gloom
For adorned it is with seeds of pure faith
Tender eyes meet and clash in warm silence
If love is not consumed, it remains pure
And life becomes a poem in a trance
Lovers wait for the next life, with allure
For the good is rewarded all the time
The wheels of fate turn with a divine chime
You’re so much artificial fur.
You, little bear, do not communicate,
not a word, not a single utterance.
Yet I speak to you, tap your nose,
pat your head - gently, of course.
I call you Mr Titch - yes, a name!
You have been at table with me,
sitting in a bar, I with others.
Should I have said we?
Yes, we were with others, yes we.
Now I watch, almost mischievously.
I observe with a slightly naughty eye.
Each pal will pat your nose,
tap your head, smile at you.
Yet you are so much artificial fur.
(21 Aug 2024)
Snug sunrays embrace the cold sea water,
Making sure, the guests feel comfy and warm.
Gentle breeze awakens the cool spring air,
Making the breakers soft, silky and calm.
Many wagging tails mingle happily,
Welcome friends with dynamic barks of joy.
By leaping and bouncing mischievously,
They sweetly evince how not to be shy.
A groovy day for a beach escapade,
With kind owners, they cherish and adore.
Rampantly they gallop, dive, splash and fetch,
And savor the exclusive atmosphere.
Filled with gratitude, I watch them from afar,
And with a happy heart, embark on my walk.
Tom Cunningham has declared war on the elves this year,
The ones who hacked Santa Claus' computer. and I fear
the naughty or nice lists were mischievously reversed.
I'm very sure I heard Mrs. Claus gasp when Santa cursed.
A PDQ solution is needed for Christmas to be made right
before he shimmies down chimneys Christmas Eve night.
The last thing Santa wants is for the horrid girls and boys
to receive fun presants cuz they don't deserve great toys.
If anyone reading this knows how this crisis can be fixed
please overnight it to the North Pole care of Old St. Nick's.
PS... Don't use email. Remember his computer was hacked,
and it's my firm belief the guilty elves should be whacked!!
Amóre; what is that, he wondered,
before, before her, before the raw
Circean glimpsed across the buzzing
dance crazed rhythmic beating pulsing room.
Erudite, perniciously droll his
father was, he could have been, the old
generation, but not him, no sir;
he was master of the universe.
It took a while to traverse the room,
jam-packed with hot, febrile bodies in
karezza writhings, bodies touching;
love, or lust, on their minds and on his.
"May I?" "May you what?" She taunted;
neither spoke; both stared. His head bowed in
obeisance, bright red shoes his focus.
Power shifted, as both knew it would.
Quarry now the huntress, wolf killer
relishing command, his submission.
Slowly, mischievously; a wink; words;
"take me to your room, this moment, now
undress me; like you have already."
Vainglorious once; now, kin to a
witless fool, he stood, helpless; she stared;
x-rayed him with her cold steel-blue eyes;
"you're blushing," she whispered. The words like
zephyrs softly caressing his face …
"Let's get a tickle on!" Sounds from his lips.
He mischievously wiggles those fingertips.
"Her tickle-flex has been found!"
Now she's rolling on the ground.
She tucks her knees up to her chest
To resist him at her best.
Her laughter takes away her strength.
He straightens her to her full length.
Shoulders, ribs, ankles, knees
He won't stop til he hears her pleas!
He chuckles. He rises. He takes her hand
And pulls her up to help her stand.
He turns and starts to walk away.
She tugs him back without delay.
She grips his calves and starts her tease
With rhythmic rubs and the odd squeeze.
He can't escape flat on his face.
His untamed laughter fills their space.
Now he's the one who roars and begs
For the freedom of his legs.
She stops. They exhale a restful sigh,
Smiling, facing eye to eye.
"Let's get a tickle on!" She mocks in jest.
"Just wait til next time little pest."
Mysterious Mumbo micron meanders most monochrome mornings
Merry Mickey monster makes mentionable mackerel marmalade
Michigans maleficent mayor maimed Mrs.Maryjane May Marlow
Mumbling meager monarch mumbles making Muncie memorable
Minute minions marched missing marshmallow marsh
Montana mistresses mixed millions, mincing megaphones
Marvelous misguided monkeys mimed minutemen,
Milly mistakenly met misogynist men making mincemeat
Marty’s munchable muffins mysteriously melted
Mystical memories mischievously met Merry Mickey
Missouri's mania maybe mystifying many Minnesotans
Moppish meanies mislaid miniscule Mississippi maps
My cat looks out of the window,
At a bright summer day.
My cat looks out of the window,
But the beauty of nature is lost on her.
The trees are still in flower,
Violets and daises adorn the grass,
The air rings with talk and laughter,
And birds sing.
A sparrow is outside the window,
She stares at him through the glass.
A sparrow is outside the window,
Daring her to pounce.
He stays just out of her reach,
A tigress in a cage.
Her collar is her fetter,
She cannot get him.
The sparrow stares back at the cat,
Knowing he is safe.
The sparrow stares back at the cat,
Crouched behind the glass.
Cheekily he mocks her,
As she glares at him.
Mischievously taunts her,
Knowing he is safe.
Tom
The cat is never calm
Being teased by the rogue rat
But life is dull without the brat.
Jerry
The rat is mischievously merry
Ruffling the feline self-control
But in danger finds the safe hole.
September 10, 2021
Rhyme checked with rhymezone.com
Contest : Cleritoons
Sponsor : Joseph May
Running around with his little feet,
Watching his playfulness is a treat,
Trying to speak in a mumbling way,
Just listen to what he has to say,
He's keeping his parents on their toes,
Acting as if everything he knows,
Laughing mischievously like an imp,
Jumping here and there like a small chimp,
We want to shower our love on him,
Our hearts are joy-filled up to the brim.
07.10.2020
A perpetual smile,
Inviting, but enigmatic
It played on her lips.
Her eyelashes fluttering
Strands of wet hair
Neatly falling
From shoulder down
Covering her
Irresistible heaves
Her bosom bare
Flashes of skin,
Milky white
From under the water,
Peeping mischievously
For those to see
But what’s this!
Couldn’t miss
A dark patch,
A mismatch?
No, no very slight
Somewhere in
The voluptuous middle
Left deliberately
Almost temptingly
The bends, the curves
Hedonistic pleasure served
Her oomph,
A perfection
Is she the one,
We had read of.....
The nymph
Of an idyllic world
Gorgeously lying
In a bath tub
A bit spread out,
A bit curled?
A man ready to propose to his girlfriend, on Christmas Eve taking a walk through the icy park acknowledge and analyzes the snow and the love of his acknowledge.
Beautiful snow repeatedly never seem to amaze my inner conscious by those curious eyes invading more than a glance. I look at your small boots printed in the snow as I follow them.As you already know that I will follow you to the end of earth. A snowflake falling mischievously out of curiosity may land cautiously with love yet daring to defy against the wrath of nature that wouldn't stop me to follow milady.I devote myself to the ground you walk on, in all honesty, you may as well have landed on my heart for I felt the impact. I yet to relinquish more than your boot announcing thy arrival s there isn't enough land where I wouldn't follow you for I am your winter love. I will walk a thousand miles after your footprints in this beautiful s, now again and again, forever I follow thee willingly with nothing but my undying love Merry Christmas I meant "Will you marry me?" as he gets on one knee in the snow waiting for evolution
They lost a priceless baby at birth,
o my, how much we all did mourn-
still accepting God’s planned worth,
beloved lil’ Johnny was finally born;
(no more pain - no longer torn) forgot the times they were forlorn.
Now he is four and a delight,
a true miracle for sure is he-
when him and his baby sister fight
he always says sorry immediately;
a kind soul to the topmost degree – that treasured boy Johnny.
Starting preschool was fun,
he learned the ABC’s super quick-
at times when chores are to be done,
he’s naughty, pretending to be sick;
a silly child with the same ol’ trick (so mischievously slick!)
Respectful and raised in virtue.
Always listening to what matters-
tarries around singing “Only You”;
for his daddy loves “The Platters”.
With a little girl at school he flatters, then he embarrassingly scatters.
Soon he shall turn the age of five,
such a very long life to live yet-
our family is grateful he was born alive,
that lovely morn in May we shan’t forget.
They have not one single regret - we shall always be in God’s debt.
Date - October 31, 2019
Swash buckling, quirky, crazy kinda guy
Scared you to death with one look from his eye
His reign has come to an end
JD’s spirit doth transcend
Winks mischievously as he waves goodbye
Written: 10th April 2019
Contest: Pirate Themes Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
4th place
Syellables Per Line: 10 10 7 7 10
Contest Strand no 730
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
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