As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
A curious witness to this mummer in Mother Nature's magnificent scheme
she magically meanders in the mountain meadow by the flowing stream
A youth, in floral print as new as Spring, wonders, is paradise what it may seem
and after eighty Springs, an aged girl asks, was it more than just a dream
you said we were close like tightbond two
I never would be losing you
but now I'm left only thinking of you
I used to see you in the stars
but now all I see are scars
why'd you go so far
you left me in the summer
never shared a mummer
now I'm getting number
you said you'd be there whenever
we'd be together forever
now your absence is my suppressor
maybe you didn't care
but to me you were rare
now I'm stuck in despair
you said you would stay
I put my heart on a tray
now I'm starting to fray
when you said to stay strong
I didn't know you'd be gone
why did everything have to go wrong
you may not be dead
but you still filled me with Dread
I feel so misled
you didn't say you were leaving
I can't stop the feeling
you knew I'd start reeling
I can't forget you
no matter what I do
but you left like the dew
if only you knew
how much I miss you
what would you do
Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold.
Life and death become the drum to which She will bend
Leaving the breathless Wind time to nimbly mend.
Tomorrow She moves forward
Onward from time borrowed.
Sulking away with dried diamonds
Until Autumn’s auric sky explodes
Mindfully exposing Her horizons.
Memory of Summer implodes.
Efficacious efforts of Her victory,
Reign of Autumn’s golden glory.
My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite,
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite.
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain.
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders,
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders.
This elusive euphoria sounds absurd,
because I'm silent in my clandestine world.
My pen has froze in this salacious summer,
ignoring mental murderous moon's mummer.
My faithful muse, why don't you abandon me,
can't you see I have no time for poetry.
I've fallen free without words, feeling too deep,
please do not disturb me, I just want to sleep.
Hibiscus for a sweet hummer',
with feathers so iridescent;
oh, dip your long beak in nectar !
Flutter my little incomer,
I love your green blue pearlescent;
oh, lovely flower inspector !
Blooming just for you all summer,
tail a purple incandescent;
sweet bloom for a sweet collector !
Delightful little mime mummer,
look like you could be fluorescent;
and blessed with a sweet detector !
Among my flowers shimmering;
spinning, flitting, and glimmering !
Squile mushroom girl you fill an isle
and force my eyes to split.
You're bolar hair and baggy clothes
A package all made fit.
Albino hair and teasing teeth
you bare an impish feast.
My loins flood warm with dirty thoughts
you've sicked on man and beast.
With searing thoughts to fill my head
you blow my bloomers nummer.
A simple fact a girl like you's
a Droopy-Bottom Mummer.
Gooooooooood Day Guys,
I'm awake early today, what a pleasant surprise.
Oh yes, do you know that I Stammer?
Coz sometimes I end up mixing my grammar.
Well,it's ok to be honest,
People on hearing me get astonished !
Do you know what they say?
On hearing them I give up my heart to play.
"Hey, Just relax ! We get you, we'll do something, just relax",
I feel like hitting their heads with an axe.
It's the worst feeling to be unable to speak what you want to,
Even if there was everything you knew.
Yet, I'm alone and I'm glad,
Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.
People have let me down,
For not dealing with me,
I've always had a desire to speak,
In front of people and portray my streaks.
Things have been difficult,
Where I've always hoped for a miracle,
In the time where people speak in public and say "Yes, I know him!"
I can only afford to sit back and express through tiny poems.
Yet I'm alone and I'm glad,
Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.
I don't consider Suggestions,
People only mummer questions,
I just wanna Sing a song which is so long,
And will keep people away from singing with me along.
CreyenteAarav ©
The baroque politician walked with carte blanche
he definitely was a bona fide anomaly.
The crowd didn't like his avant-garde elan
as the low mummer turned to cacophony.
Politician calmly showed ennui
as though it was deja vu.
Crowd was not a bunch of dilettantes
becoming avant-garde took his shoes.
Then began ripping his baroque clothes
what happened next, nobody knows.
You may heard of a bird that resides in your heart
Its colour is blue to some, red is to few
But grey to maximum that goes out and in without your control
Its name is unknown to some one
But to few it is hope that perches on boughs
Then it is obvious that you have a tree inside
And a tree cannot grow without soil
And the soil is the bank of a river
And the river streams away with a sweet sound, mummer
Now the image looks like a jungle
The name of a jungle may lead you to think of monsters
And in this world there is no one who does not fear that beast
Those who do not concur with the idea of plant
Then they must think that their heart is a cage
In that cage lives not only a bird but also a serpent
Of which the bird is frightened off
And again I have to tell you that in this world
There is none who does not fear a snake
But to tell you the truth
I fear not any animals of the jungle including dragons and monsters
I fear people
Especially those who does not recognize and confess
Having in them inside either the snake or the monster
The reason is obvious
They are more dangerous than the above mentioned beasts.
Scared me all around
Get down get down
And moving all round
Like a Up and down
Turns the eyes closed
Small and large image in the fences
Blew of winds and curtains fall down
Get down the bed, I am not a clown
O boogeymen go away I will light the fire
And that will work definitely like a closed wire
Thinking stopped and silence all around
Not a single mummer surround
Now boogeyman will not caught you with his harmer tall
Turns image from large too small.
Hey buddy opens your eyes.
It’s time to wake up dud leave all your night dream lies ,get to work
And small walking boogeyman image disappeared by the dawn light of firework.
(my 5 best poem at the moment are Boogeyman,walking around,small,image,firework)so 5 specific words are (Boogeyman,walking,small,image,firework)
Melodious Marty sweet got smart
He thought one day to share his heart
Shining it here and there he dreamed, of
Showin' the blaze in his blazin' blue genes.
So reaching deep smart Marty said MY!
"...How the world can, and how can I...."
"...How in the world can I...."
She wrote...
Using just one and only one note
Write the rhyme to a love Divine
And send without doubt,
The message sub-lime
To be assured... that
It's found in Time.
"...and How...." it began...
Burning questions, forget the answer
Ignition triggers, a dancing mummer
Guise in disguise, tells a tale of rumor
Wiser in the eYe, hears a truth in humors...
"...How the world can... is a simple question..."
"...Why we've knot, is the complex answer..."
Melodious wrote as the midnight dancer
Rhyming ART with a daylight caster
Entertain smart in the garden of Eden
And melody heals a damaged reason
"...How,
the Word can..." she wrote.
Q!... It's a note....iQ
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qi
Old yellow light buzz
like a fly by your ear,
a mummer in the corner
of someone's distant future.
And old yellow light sit
behind the lamp shade,
behind hidden like a criminal
robbing mother earth.
So old yellow light stay alive
while I write this poem,
hold on a little bit longer
while I try
try, and capture the 20th century.
Don't let me forget.
Don't let it go yellow light,
you're our only hope to hold heavy
the lesson's of the past
and the innocence of what we thought was
to come
Old yellow light buzz
just while I finish this poem.
While some still read,
some still hope,
some still think and learn
from the past.
Let it not be humanity's last.