always did disturb
had been a big blurb
we knew would perturb
I am the common barn swallow. How popular am I.
Just like you, I can do a lot when I’m in the air.
I eat, drink, mate and even sleep while I fly!
My mate and I mate for life; we do things as a pair.
The males sing to us females and sometimes we sing back,
I chose my mate for his long tail; that’s the better catch.
A protective instinct our males surely do not lack.
My guy goes crazy if you get too close to eggs I hatch!
My husband finds the place for us to make our nest.
Not just in barns. On structures made by people we like too.
Please don’t perturb our nests. Old ones we like best,
for then a lot of time for building we don’t have to do.
I am sure a pretty bird. The upper part of me
is shiny blue; my belly’s orange,and forked is my tail.
Don’t touch our nests; I’ll dive bomb you. I love my life so free
careening, swooping, sweeping the sky as if on wind I sail.
"The velvet veins running through my deep-coloured wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart's frosty rays."
~ Deepali Singhvi
The soft folds of velvet enclose
her slim body as she ambles
across the woods in tearful throes;
Wrapped in velvet, on she rambles
in whispers of ache that perturb
her feelings that are in shambles;
Her saunter's like a healing herb
that relieves her from her sorrow,
Here, there's no one else to disturb;
She follows a path that's narrow,
sits beside a well-worn headstone,
cries as if there is no morrow;
Slowly, she sighs sitting alone,
Unlocks a velvet box and takes
a black velvet rose to bemoan;
Places it there, her body shakes
with deep anguish for whom she lost,
"I'll love you always", her voice breaks;
Walking back, she's like velvet frost,
Wishing their love were not star-crossed.
Indelible link to a bygone event,
one clutches with foolproof recall,
of cerulean cloud-ridden sky,
on that pivotal day I penned my first opus,
I strolled at a leisurely pace,
down this charming but tangled green lane,
that would later perturb the gist of my tract,
uncanny those sun-streak formations,
sinuous transient rich-coloured sequence,
each passing cloud had this mammoth offshoot,
kaleidoscope medium hue snatch,
wild spur to psychic pictorial harvest,
downward plod seemed so apt as a title,
perky whisper from cotton wool sweep,
had its dawn in thin veil mists,
I zestfully scribbled each thought,
without stick, hum and haw, tribulation,
prickly hedge, blue fly drone, rambling briar,
found their unforeseen Orphic voodoo,
fervent stanza and spiral quicksand,
spooky banshee air wail raucous thriller,
to spore shedding fern, somber ripple or dash,
tangy vapour guide rails afterglow,
drop by drop float on satin rim fleece,
and so my first plot was conceived,
at the whim of a noonday cloud
A Florida man in the ‘burbs
has BnB plans that perturb.
His neighbors don’t wanna
see more wild iguanas;
how’s a lizard to get him some herb?
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A man in Florida is at odds with his neighbors over feeding/encouraging the wild iguanas, which are deemed a nuisance, and wanting to open an AirBnB so other come enjoy the 'experience'...
when we had doubted
many bad names were shouted
perturb and pouted
for words complete loss
that created much chaos
in bed turn and toss
rather repugnant
as well as being pungent
must be confidant
should see game scoreboard
see looked forward and toward
won when most points scored
Post-term pregnancy perturb my health,
For to put to bed, in this place, is sacrilege.
The king has made ready his swords
For the neck of him, who dare to birth.
Known truth is a pregnancy, seeking escape
Into the world of obscurity.
Truth like the light detained under bushel
Is seeking manifestation, to make man free
From the yoke of the cruel slave lords.
The man suffers, that hoards the truth.
“Let not your heart be troubled” is fine advice
For celery, artichokes, and very elusive mice,
But in today’s troubled world it will not suffice
For thinking people!
“Don’t Worry, Be Happy!” is a mantra superb
When all’s right with the world, it’s a good blurb,
But the situation right now causes much perturb
For thinking people!
written March 14, 2022
The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the decorous street!
He was spotted pitied with meagre chuck,
While feeding a destitute;
Taunting and sneering didn't perturb him,
Gave his share simpering, only to be starved!
The antithesis of savage, the man of the hour,
Silently paved his way then, bare footed tottering,
To be again the savage of the decorous street!
The walnut clock keeps time across my king bed
telling of midnight approaching,
of the creepy fathoms romping...
they'll perturb my sleep, and paint nothing in red!
I spot myself getting caught in this rainfall so wild,
you're running towards me, but fog and raindrops
make you invisible, searching for you is useless;
ah, where and where we'll kiss again?
Your fragile image is too delicate to hold,
and it may shatter and transcend more pain!
Ah, when and where we'll kiss again?
You left an imprint of kisses on this pillow,
even the faded moonlight adds darkness to my misery;
I expected hours of pleasure, not of sorrow!
Ah, when and where we'll kiss again?
Become as real as light, don't remain an image of fantasy!
Ah, when and when we'll kiss again?
Any promise is wind-swept and lost in its roar;
can we trust anyone besides ourselves?
Ah, when and where we'll kiss again?
I'm anxious to caress you with these hands,
that are cold and empty unable to care for!
At early dawn, the view’s superb.
Sat upon my bed scrolling thru
My phone’s pictures, I got perturb.
Your brightest smile widespread imbue,
On obituary reverb.
Life seldom gives joy alone too,
So I’ll cherish your life reverb.
With tears of peace, I will construe,
Your gallant life acclaim the verb
Of possibility pursue,
Peace of divinity superb,
Giving hope in painful adieu.
Horn I Always Has Haiku Humor
When Trump stepped off curb,
Do not bother him or disturb,
As well as perturb.
Session by session,
Trump will make poor impression;
Does use deception,
At us stares and stares
While out you always wears,
When up or down stairs.
Trump is undressing.
Others will be impressing;
All his sins stressing.
Out sins poured and poured;
Trump had been told by our Lord,
History was restored.
Trump is a looter;
Ignorance needs a tutor.
Never straight shooter.
Trump does have an urge,
Be loser while being skirge,
As President must purge.
Trump is hard to bare;
A loser beyond compare;
Steels more than fair share.
Had looked at big board;
History had been restored;
Trump did bring on discord.
At us stares and stares;
For anyone Trump never cares';
Spent all of our fair shares.
Trump talks and rambles;
Not sure and always gambles;
Left us in shambles.
Trump last of liter;
Always has become bitter;
Needs baby sitter.
In sun, Trump does bask;
Refuses to wear his mask;
Even when we ask.
Trump does day by day,
Always leads our souls astray;
For sins he must pay.
Like last one the best.
Jim Horn
enter the wood, end of the day
deep deep reverb, everywhere
eerie sound from between the trees
from bowels of earth, around the sky
then chilling stillness, flee or stay?
thump thump! disturb the very air
flurried dance, the following breeze
as yowls of mirth personify
monsters lurk and skulk, hide away
blink blink, acerbic scary stare
belly scales grow knobbly knees
fat jowls of girth, the fleshy eye
children scamper, fierce games they play
beat beat, why curb their merry dare ?
carefree clamber through ill-at-ease
with howls of worth they yelp and cry
fungi feast while dank leaves decay
sleep sleep superb in fairy lair
life poking head, no guarantees
where scowls give birth, when dreams do die
look up beyond where branches sway
squeak squeak perturb the glary glare
past hazy stars, the " Pleiades "
night ghouls of dearth by radar fly
Dear learned men and country folk,
Lend your ears to my talk.
Come to assist, not to perturb thy lives.
To reflect your wish, come in due course.
Never proclaim that I decide rulers
Humbly admit that you are my masters.
Realize that I am your franchise,
And it is only your right to exercise.
Be wise and learn how to assess
Otherwise, find yourself in an abyss.
Repentance didn’t help even Dr. Faustus
No sparing for your lame excuses.
Wait and think before you cast
Don’t tend to favors at any cost.
Or else, put up with till my next presence.
Be alert and act as per your conscience.
Contest: Brian's Select 4, any form, any theme
Judged on: 05/06/2020
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placed : Honorable Mention
Her orange ways disturb me
Perturb me, confuse me,
Make me crazy
Her shrouded secrets
Concern me, keep me at a distance
Shut me down soundly and I am her mother!
Her striped attitude worries me
I fear what I do not understand.
And I do not understand thirteen.
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