round as the world —
round and round we go...
a merry go ‘round, of
multicultural colors,
like chromatic ponies
on a carousel.
a slide puzzled
a brow —
“not possible,” says the baby teen.
possibly the craziest ex-cube
circumnavigates,
surrounds
the inner core
of happiness.
the slip and slide,
a splash of huge
smiles and sighs.
peculiarity of pixels,
a mixup tottered by a thumb,
exciting as a magic-8 ball,
skaken, assured
of endless challenges
computer never runs
out of fun.
1/3/2021
If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Neumann
Categories:
mixup, games,
Form: Free verse
They are not there
Yet they seem so alive
But I hear them, I see them, I swear
They’re beyond what my brain can contrive
Shadowy visages, monsters galore
My visions entertain me
I never grow bored
The adults shove me their pills
To “keep me grounded”
They dull my mind’s thrills
I’m no longer unbounded
I crave my imagination
The reality-fantasy mixup
I’m nothing without my creations
Because why stop dreaming when you wake up?
Categories:
mixup, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Here's a poem of mirth, a very real incident that
happened on Facebook not so long ago.
There I have some pictures posted of horses from my past,
and one was a picture of a stallion I once owned.
He was in the middle of the breeding of a mare, and so he was
showing his prowess to everyone that was there.
A comment it emitted, from a relative of mine,
"He's showing off his manhood," she exclaimed, as if it was a crime.
"If I would have posted the picture taken right after this one here, you
would have seen him breeding, that is the truth my dear!" was my reply.
"Look at her," she said, "she's ready and she's waiting!"
"Yes I replied back again, "It was almost time for mating!"
Meanwhile on another picture, unknown to me and she; a picture of my husband hugging
his eighteen year old daughter; our conversation was being posted below that picture
too, and so you can imagine what images it conjured up! As people read the comments,
and drew their own conclusions, I thought it rude and crude, they were suffering from
delusions!
Once I saw the posts there, I quickly remedied all thoughts that were in the gutter,
I posted one last post, clearing up the matter!
Categories:
mixup, animals, confusion, funny, husband
Form: Free verse
I’m in need of a pot of gold so a rainbow I must find.
First a rain dance I must perform, I hope that you don’t mind.
It must be danced at the dawn of day, or as the sun does set,
Because when the sun lies low in sky the rainbows shine the best.
Now pots of gold are an Irish lore and I am not of that clan,
And rain dances are performed by the natives of our land.
I hope that mixing cultural norms does no real harm to me,
But I come from a boring lot with no fantastic mythology.
So I danced around chanting words I made up while I hop.
I did it on a cloudy day the weather man said the drought would stop.
I wore a green hat and leather spats and four leaf clovers in my hair,
I was amazed when through the haze a rainbow did appear.
I followed the rainbow with high hopes, praying I chose the right end.
I’m willing to share the gold with you and the rest of my friends,
But when the end I finally reached there was no pot of gold there,
Just unicorns, magical horns, and Medusa with snakes for her hair.
Categories:
mixup, fantasyrain, hope, rain, rainbow,
Form: Rhyme