I am gonna moult
Says Paradigm
What is right rhyme
To paradigm
The prime
The crime
The dime
The time
The paradigm
I am moulting logic anytime
Says paradigm
Beware and prepare
Loosing the specifics
And if being fair
These aren't the real friends of yours
As time on platforms you do spare
Posterity
Descendant generation
This my Intelligence the Station
Is written for inquiring minds
But not adaptive
Contrary to nature
These are not the peeling
There are rinds
There is something really wrong
In human mechanisms
Of the submitting to the given
Thus those who responsible for this
In fact, in truth, can never be forgiven
Thus, fix the tolerance of yours
As real Judgment
Leaves no the reminder
To remorse
Categories:
moult, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Mine is a wild spring step,
shoe heels dash leaf strewn path,
I spy wrinkled driver’s,
rueful rush hour grim mien,
from sleek chrome cars crawl as,
my drained feet moult traction!
Categories:
moult, angst, anxiety, character, deep,
Form: Verse
Mine is a wild spring step,
shoe heels dash leaf strewn path,
wrinkled drivers sour mien,
from rueful rush hour toll,
as sluggish cars inch by,
my drained feet moult traction
Categories:
moult, august, deep, environment, fantasy,
Form: Verse
Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel
Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet
Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility
Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability
Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres
Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble
Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received
9th August 2022
Written for Contest:
Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor:
Matt Caliri
Categories:
moult, celebration, nature, purple, winter,
Form: Couplet
Leaves
By Miracle Man
9-7-2019
Kaleidoscopic leaves
void of sound.
Floating effortlessly
seeking the ground.
With tree moult finished
they’re my headache.
Going to extreme
to avoid blower & rake.
Categories:
moult, nature, work,
Form: Lyric
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/invertebrates-of-the-kingdom
Varied species of the kingdom
Across our earthly home
From sponges to the octopus
Without a backbone
Laying small eggs
Or a centimetre long
Astounding invertebrates
There outer skin is strong
Upon an organism
There they choose to lay
Eggs for a food source
Paralyse their prey
As the insect grows
So rapidly within
A time of which to moult
Remove their outer skin
The expanding colony
Survival of the team
Young bees evolving
From a single queen
Shed their exoskeleton
Insect crawling out
Expansion of their wings
Body drying out
Beginning as larvae
From the eggs they hatch
Dramatic transformation
Metamorphosis match
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
moult, animal, children,
Form: Free verse
Our Hayley had a budgie, she loved it very much
singing in his cage all day, his feathers soft to touch
then one day I found him, on the bottom of the cage
just a bundle of still feathers, it may have been old age
I knew how much our Hayley, would be sad and so distraught
so I went down to the pet shop, and another one I bought,
I placed the new one in the cage, with tender loving care
she will not know the difference, when she hears it singing there
She was too young to know of death, and things that went away
and so we tried to shield her, she’d know all that one day
She came home that afternoon, and went straight to the cage
the budgie looked, but did not sing, and then it ran away
Something funny here she said, don’t know quite what to do
this budgie has green feathers, but this morning it had blue
A bit of quick fast talking, birds can moult, and feathers fall
the changing of the seasons, I really said it all
She pretended to believed me, and the story she would cop
‘cause she was only four or five, and after all, I was her Pop
Categories:
moult, bird, blue, childhood, granddaughter,
Form: Rhyme
Another lame duck
That ran out of luck
Encountered financial loss
A failure at work
Now seen as a jerk
He happens to be the boss!
Employees revolt
His feathers will moult
His dignity has been plucked
He needs a new perk
Lost wife then his work
In more than one way he’s f***ed.
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3rd September, 2014
Collaboration ~ Paul Callus & Casarah Nance
Contest: A Lovely Alouette (revised)
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placing: 5th
Categories:
moult, loss,
Form: Verse
If your think of getting a huskies you better think again
because huskies get hair in your mouth and they get wet again an again
They moult every winter and it gets on your nerves
Because fluff gets stuck on your clothes and in your hair
But the good things about huskies bet the bad
Because there huggable loveable and fluffy
And if you put that together
YOU MAKE MANS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!!!
So if you think the good things bet the bad like me
GET A HUSKIE A GIRL HUSKIE ARE A LAD!!!
I LOVE MY HUSKIE XX
Categories:
moult, animal,
Form: Rhyme