Yet again such troubles
Speaketh as words
The surges of evening
Make darkest the day
As if expectance is deserved
_______________________________
If you can withstand my
Ooh auh wollies
And my auh we oohs
Then I can deal with your
Auh she mollies til we
Say I do
Got auh nutta one
Tryna get tween
She and me
Baby keep me near
Got auh nutta one
The buck stops right here
She's my lady
Someone I love sincre
If the nights are for sleeping
I will say I do
Conflicting resolutions
Solved tween me and you
She likes meddling
She likes getting in
Others affair
She tells a story
I feel like I'm right there
If it's about us together
Then I am all in
Marrying a special woman
One I call my best friend
Got your gossiping
Right here in my hand
All ways got some thing
Only you know
My wife is my friend
Stop underming me
My gal is right here
Those you better hands
And snears and sleases
It all stops right here
Aerial acrobatics at the circus.
They have everyone in oohs and ahhs.
One slip and fall ~ it’s all over.
Broken bones won’t be the worst of it.
gutter edges of the interior
usually located near the front
the edges, the edges
the perfectly binded edges
oh love devine
might I speak you
as lover
we as one
oh love devine
speak me as yours
speak me true
as I might tell the world
you are mine
>>>>>>SHE ANWSERED>>>>
what makes you happy
what makes you mad
are you less trusting
when you are sad
before tommorrow
what is defined as us
love faith and understanding
you define us
guess I can do it
love, to define
what is love
that one of a kind
endearing and specials
most of which
it's all so much engaging
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there's music in the air
inspiration for love
what's better than love
whats better than love
the oh I
the ah oohs
the perfection of beauty
i say to you
what's in the question
what's it all about------
This time of year inspires oohs and ahs
Waltzing dreams in the snow's camouflage
There seems to be some flaws
In this legendary cause
To many-a humbugger's bah's
And through winter thoughts meander
And we ask others in candor
Do you believe in [I pause]
This elusive Santa Claus
Sorry if I am raising your dander
The leader, philosophical and wise,
Ends his speech after a long silent pause,
His true followers with half open eyes
Responding with admiring oohs and aahs.
Turn up the mic on the silence to hear
A leader's lust for worship and control,
Minds whirring like a quickly turning gear,
'Bout how what he said put them in this hole.
Hear tapping ant feet, a drumroll will grow
Til it reaches a thousand decibels;
But, are they coming to pay tribute? - no!
They're here to eat him with ant mandibles.
Great guru, great king, try this on for size -
A lengthy silence is not always wise.
the quilting festival is an event where grandma lingers.
Her friends are there – Mag, Charlene and Mrs. Fingers.
They try to pretend it is not a competition at all.
But they drag their secrets outside in the middle of fall.
Oh, my, I never saw that red and green one before!
Gram says to Mrs. McDiggins, the Irish gal next door.
McDiggins is grinning like a sailor who is in his cups.
I thought I had shown it to you she fibs to McGupps.
Their masterpieces on display, they watch everyone’s fingers.
Dirty nails and palms had better not stay to paw, touch or linger.
They want the oohs and aahs but they want their work pristine.
Gram comes home every year bragging she is the “quilting queen”.
Read about a family
With a house of sparkling lights,
Which take months for them to hang
For weeks of festive Christmas nights.
They made the Guinness Records book
And people drive for miles
To cruise around their property
With oohs and aahs and smiles.
Their neighbors, though, are not so pleased
With all the crowds and noise,
Which brings both trash and brightness
And their quietude destroys.
When interviewed, the family said
They’d rather have a hand
In bringing joy to strangers,
Which their town should understand.
I see both sides, but what I know
Is that their huge display
Makes me glad they’re not my neighbors -
If they were, I’d move away!
Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws
likes women who wear big bras
have heard his oohs and aahs
Trump gives me the blahs
have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs
prefers hearing much applause
poor and dimwit crowds Trump draws
putrid picture he draws
sings do ray mes while forgetting his faas
skip so la ti do and away we go
cut great face which was greeted with gauze
found his big mouth in front of jaws
like big bird Trump constantly caws
seen slidding in nude in slick spas
plural of his ta is tas
would see His lost doll while in shower stall in urban sprawl
wish Trump would be so kind, get his small hands off of my behind
To see Trump tight bra she was bringing; Out big breasts did start springing
You have to send me some comments, criticism
and complaining about this collection of lines
that have been in my Horn Horrible Haiku.
which you may ensue out from a blunt blue.
Stan was marrying Paula, an artist, and he was thrilled to bits
he had seen brides come down the aisle before
but nothing like this …..
she had painted her wedding gown
a move most women would have not dared to try
he imagined her mother’s face when she said she was doing it
Paula’s dress started out traditionally white
but flowed rainbows to the hem
Stan had never seen such a gown
By the oohs and ahhs of the audience
he doubted they had ever seen it either
but suspected they would now
His wife, the trend-setter!
marvelous, they burst.
we are immersed in the fun.
our conjugal thirst,
meeting of the minds, rehearsed.
spectacular spectators traversed
over many July holidays. some, coerced.
delightful, at first being honeymooners.
with three kids, became submersed. the work!
happiness interspersed.
in the end it is all good at the worst,
because we are not dead. we are living not cursed.
though dealing with quite a few of an outburst -
which one of us hasn’t blown our top, had a cloudburst!
we are nursed by the fireworks,
thoroughly conversed quiet now, except for oohs and ahhs.
magic of memories, well versed.
7/1/2023
Rare animals to see;
that's the bait that draws me.
The zoo is amazing;
I spend hours just gazing.
And my heart skips a beat;
as oohs and aahs compete.
But a cage isn't home;
for creatures born to roam.
There flows in the blooming fields of Master, Claude Monet
a tulip river that springs to life with each impassioned stroke
A painting into which butterflies would be tempted to stray
where flowers waft in currents, making oohs and ahs evoke.
A Don Quixotic windmill and an old farmhouse in succession
short strokes of crimson, muted greens and boldest yellow
blended on canvas, the artist's Impressionistic expression.
Landscapes in natural light was the genius of this fellow.
I would snip a fresh bouquet of tulips to adorn a crystal vase
and capture their scent from the canvas for perfumed potpourri.
If I could climb inside a Monet painting, in my arms I'd embrace
you beside his tulip river and then sip a glass of crisp Chablis.
Dreaming of creamsicle
vanilla and orange swirls
My tongue is swimming,
diving into the delectable
spoonfuls of tangoing
flavors of joy-bursting “ahh.”
Better yet - creamsicle milkshake,
that goes straight to the mind
with “oohs” and “ahhs.”
It’s only a dream. A tribute.
Only one spoonful -
it, sits on my tongue,
cold and dangerous,
then the current takes it in
like a sin. Sinful not
to lavish one bite.
10/11/2022
Birth, with stars in her eyes, exploding with mirth.
Mollycoddled, swaddled, passed off by nurses.
Aperture opens, closes - checking out earth.
The peacock calligrapher inks fair verses.
Not bad for a Penny - they sold a circ worth.
The switchboard oohs and ahhs as she converses.
Under the sagacious skies, each phonation
Recorded in babbles with their duration.
9/24/2022
planetarium experience
the second graders have no idea what to expect
it is dark and comfy
The narrator is behind us
Several turn to try and see her
She is behind a black booth
The sky gets dark
Stars come out
We hear about constellations
She ties in mythology
After a while my eyes begin to close
I have been awake since four this morning
I did not realize how tired I am
Second graders excited “oohs” and “aahs” keep me awake
I am grateful
What kind of chaperone would I be if they heard me snoring?
And I know they would have stepped over me in a pink minute
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