Beside a red-wire pen I lean,
Loathing to hear the fuss
Of victims bound in barbed shackles
Squealing 'can you hear us?'
Yet, through thin bars of crying steel
I see a meadow bright,
With a sky of forty northward stars
Lighting such a rare sight:
A thousand hooves, claws and wings
Paired up in two and two,
March as a deaf'ning multitude
Of a grace known by few.
And for miles they line before death
Stored away without key.
Yet under skies no hand can cage,
Their breath may float free
And so I sing; a song of joy
That hovers o'er waters,
And inspires the doves and ravens
Who fly but once fought us.
Born of Autumn, hair like wheat, honeymoon babe - right on time.
Mom and Dad underneath the limbo pole - winners-on-high.
In descending gondola, my birth had no notion of lovers.
Sparkle of snowflakes against window pane; my reflection.
A copper penny tossed in air; will it freeze, or will bus steal show?
The scent of snow; the kick of flakes; I’m racing my shadow.
Honeysuckle ascent and bees are buzzing; sometimes annoying.
The stingers you want - paired up; besides, I’m a wallflower.
“I remember you,” a confession at a reunion.
Becoming a dark-brunette; in the heat, the length shortened.
Summer fun seventy-seven; Sun In yields red highlights.
Sooner than later a sailor will find seasons of Aloha.
Which ones are my favorites? Who can say?
It changes hour by hour, day by day
Bert and Ernie have a banter so fine
But Oscar is adorable in his garbage grime.
Count Dracula and Cookie Monster are both a fave.
I would have a difficult time choosing which one to save.
Miss Piggy is outrageous, such a handful for Kermit the Frog.
I love it that they are paired up, in their romantic fog.
Sesame Street was one of the best teachers around.
Their word play was spectacular, as was their color and sound.
They taught my children about vowels, and silent E.
Jim Henson was one of my favorite designers on TV.
Which one of the Muppets is the most like me?
I think Big Bird, that yellow walking talking feathered tree.
I can see walking the street and poking my beak everywhere.
And being cherished for my openness, to be totally fair.
Innocent overbright eyes
Paired up with soft gray fur
He looks ready for a cuddle
trickster’s unassuming ways
Archaic, outmoded,
‘gauche,’ obsolete
O, the invective employed
a lesser man would defeat
Yet unintimidated, he held his ground
for he knew his principle was sound
Adam viewed the fish, the animals, the birds
(paired up so nicely, he perceived)
Then, whoosh! out rushed his shocking words
'Please, for a partner with whom to conceive
I request MY complement, a lady named Eve'
I am a blue sock.
I'm the bluest sock there ever was.
There never was a bluer sock, because
I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz.
We worked together as a pair.
We lived a life of quiet pride.
We'd protect those two feet - me and
My hundred percent cotton bride.
Did this life of duty bore her?
Or make her want to play with fire?
She followed her desire - and so,
After work we went into the dryer.
She danced and played, rolled and tumbled
With so many other socks that day.
Then she paired up with another,
Leaving me to forever say...
I am a blue sock.
I'm the bluest sock there ever was.
There never was a bluer sock, because
I lost my loving partner by the lint-screen fuzz.
A piece of this kind I had been stalling
But it had a voice and had been calling:
A voice The Begging Thing doing,,no shame:
For more than a calendar year the same.
I don't abhor comments on poetry
No article to earn me purgatory
This one might canonize The Wrong Guy
And subtly get thee to strange ideas buy:
The untouchable thoughts of Coleridge
Begin to house some of them in a fridge;
Between me and loved poets yawning gulf
While one could point to their great jobs on shelf.
Writer's emotions need not overflow
For verses planning a champion's hard blow
While Tranquillity may not condition
Assured recollection of intention.
In the line: 'I shall my things quickly pack'
Paired up with:"If my Cursed Boss says"it's sack"
You'll agree no emotions overflowed;
The last two rhymes had Persona's Boat rowed
Same as: 'I know why Esther is crying'
Linked to: Always The Tired of Trying!
Our human mind needs only little aid
When the challenge is to have "something" said.
A dazzling forest of an armpit
By watchers paired up with cesspit,
A moment's confirming touch of this
By much displeased hell - raising Doris,
Sure it would puncture Marital Bliss
And all day keep her courting a hiss;
More so, her unhygienic Elvis;
Issues has with The Vilest Pelvis...
No longer The Forgiving Girl friend,
She is now seeking its abrupt end:
Not the best pelvis for love making;
Why would any Eve stop a - raking?
Elvis' suddenly stirred Ring finger
Ready to find out what does linger,
His fore finger to soon face Eugene
For a marriage - delaying hygiene.
Igbo words for the feared mostly high tone
Perfectly matching what rattles The Bone
Her lexis for Death, Python, Snake - Fire
And it’s like speaker screaming, pitch higher!
So also Poison’s, Madness’ - ‘The Unpleasant’
Anger’s, Bullet’s - one can’t call The Pleasant
A Language quite tonally consistent
With ideas that The Pitch makes insistent…
Still stops not here The High-High tone feature,
For it does reflect on Paired-Up feature:
Igbo words for Two Eyes, Hands, Legs – nostrils…
Linguists had better like me feel the thrills.
solo
i don’t know the words
the bird sings
they land gently
on my ears
paired up
with the wind chime
circulation
wide open doors -
full-out chill Spring
5/7/2022
My soul leaves sixteen minutes after I reach the bed.
It’s not that I have it timed, it’s that I know
Without knowing how I know
Hear those gentle puffy breaths?
They come from my body, automatically.
I am not in there, and she does not care.
No concern. At last she can fully relax.
Because I have been released.
My soul is zooming around, checking out the night people.
I travel from alley to honkytonk, looking on, amazed.
As people do what people do naturally in the middle of the night.
Thinking the world cannot see them.
I see, and I smirk. Glad I know how to astral travel.
Thank you Daddy for this gift.
He lumped it into being a psychic.
I attribute it to being an empath; no matter.
I am here now.
It is now three thirty a.m.
There is a silence in the world that cannot be explained.
People have paired up and are having sex in cars or apartments.
There is a smell of urine in the air thanks to the homeless.
I travel to a far off hill and enjoy a hoot owl’s call.
Bam! The silver thread pulls me back to my body.
I go in kicking and screaming
as usual
Have you ever felt as though you were part of a dream
You were playing a role of the weirdest schemes
Dreams you were falling and wake up on the floor
Playing a sport and trying to score
I dreamed of eating a giant marshmallow morning pillow was gone
That's a dream, lasted way too long
Spooky things that scare the hell out of you
Pleasant dreams seem to be far and few
Dreams that you were running but you couldn't move
Playing in a band with a rhythm and groove
Thoughts that would make you feel like the King
Paired up with Elvis, you thought you could sing
Dreams that you were hiding running for life
Being chased by a pirate swinging a knife
Vivid dreams can be scary or funny, and partials it seems
You never can predict or plan your dream
I dreamed I was at the ocean walking in the sand
I awoke in the morning with a shell in my hand
That was the wildest dream that happened to me
Soft sand on my feet, water sprayed the sea
Vivid dreams are so real they seem true
Dreams with imagination can become part of you
It's six o'clock in the morning,
And the sky is just turning light.
It's slightly overcast today,
But soon it will be bright.
The Canada Geese are returning.
They've paired up and picked their mates.
They're looking about and searching now,
To find a good hiding place,
Where they will build a fine new nest,
And raise a healthy brood,
Where they will be safe from predators,
And there is lots of food.
The sheep in the fields are lambing.
The cows are giving birth.
It's such a lovely time of year,
When God renews the earth.
I now can hear the robins sing, thankfully it's almost spring. The ducks that camped here in the snow are very few now, where'd they go? I'm always consistent with their feeding but very few now are actually eating. The mallards that come are very sparse, the cardinals and squirrels eat the seeds that I toss. If on occasion I spot a duck, it appears that these mallards are all paired up. Oh yes, of course, it's almost spring. There busy now doing that other duck thing.
There has been a joining of an adult male and a female child
Not quite a proud owner of a single pubic hair,
Letting a lamb under the same roof as The Wild
And treating both as “A Divine Pair”
The man’s boyish smiles are a ruse:
The girl hasn’t yet begun to bolted bathrooms use…
Now, there are to be matches between a stout phallus and a hole
Too tender to start conceding a goal.
… As it could burst into flames, vowing to not forget
A treatment not befitting A Nugget.
Supposedly the answer to prolonged spinsterhood
But ironically worse than chaining widowhood:
Aiming to stall a woman’s heartbreak by insincere suitors
But keeping the infant wife constantly with sly mentors.
Paired up are a two owning contrasting tracks
By races audaciously upholding their cracks
Also, the clear encouragement of hateful inhibitions
And a stark support of deaf traditions.
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