Airplanes scream overhead
Lawn mowers abuzz on the ground
Traffic streams endlessly by
drowning out nature's intentions
all of her creatures’ sounds...
One lonely night in the country
I picked up my weary ears
things soddenly sounded just right
Whistling and chirping
Mating calls of birds
A pond come alive
something forgotten in me
had stirred
Categories:
picked, city, nature, sound, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
cherries are for me
fresh picked or in a warm pie ~
red heaven awaits
Categories:
picked, fruit, love, red, sweet,
Form: Haiku
A bowl of Fruit sits
A smiling orange and a bruised one
Both yearn to be picked
Both yearn to be loved
A hand reaches for the fruits
The smiling orange wins
Nails puncture the skin of the fruit
Its sour juice drips like rain
its smile shines
The bruised orange now sits alone
Next time it will be picked, right?
Categories:
picked, fruit, imagery,
Form: Couplet
Fruit that’s ripe is easily picked from a tree
but things which are forbidden are not free.
_____________________
Categories:
picked, analogy, bible, freedom, fruit,
Form: Couplet
wild flowers
growing
in meadows
sown from
prodigal seeds ~
scattered
by the tempest
wind,
tangled
in transient
vines,
free spirits
wander ~
gathered in
remembrance of you.
Categories:
picked, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse
By the time I met her,
I no longer cared what might occur.
Having grown weary of romance,
I was reluctant to take another chance.
Romantic encounters had left me uninterested.
That is, until that Sunday I was arrested;
Arrested and captured by a beauty in the pew.
There was something about her that was new.
I watched her more than just a time or two
and kept staring at her with a different view.
I was hesitant at making a move right away;
But I could not shake what I felt that Sunday.
In a college town on a street called Dewey avenue,
my interest in her did not deminish, but rather, it grew.
50 plus years have come and gone since I ringed her finger.
I am sometimes amazed at what just one look can engender.
012324PS
Categories:
picked, marriage, romance, valentines day,
Form: Rhyme
by tongs
ready set a melt down
I hate it
Categories:
picked, absence,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
picked, absence, change, cry, health,
Form: Rhyme
I went off to Las Vegas for some berry
On to some fun times ... not to get bury
Perhaps wide eye a show, and sight see
Not end up at the bottom of the blue sea
The voice of the red devil said, why not
And like every sap, I was tied into a knot
All it took were a few drinks of red whine
A couple of lost bets, and I began to whine
Where were my angels to sing my hymn
Be at my side, be on the right side of Him
I lost a thousand rabbits down the hole
A few drinks ago, I was happy and whole
Then I was robbed and the rabbits soared
As each hopped away, my face was sore
That was my rent money you know
Is it my fault the guiding voice didn't say no
The casino host hoisted my daze
By smiling, please have a better day
I replied it wasn't my aim to throw a fete
And watch my rabbits go through a bad fate
I walked sadly away, lost, like another fool
The loss, raging on, unwanted, and full
10/8/22
Homophone Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Hat Bueckert
N/A
Categories:
picked, loss, lost,
Form: Rhyme
A shiny forest of an armpit
By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit;
A quick verifying touch of this
By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis
Also brandishing a moist pelvis,
For long months now excused by Doris
His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend
But clearly seeking its abrupt end.
Anew, Elvis investigative finger
Goes for The Sticky Feeling that would linger,
His Poor Hygiene Principal Bell Ringer
And Change-for-the-Better Soft Singer;
To his Dad something he should be killed for,
As he keeps wondering what he’s waiting for,
Already by him pronounced A Serious Matter
And on Offending Elvis’ Head a metallic clatter …
His show of disgust had to be perfected
Because Elvis has a wisdom rejected
“All the stops pulling out to pick poor hygiene
From his interactions with Useless Eugene!”
Categories:
picked, care, clothes, health, self,
Form: Rhyme
The watusi came into my life when I wanted to be down
She shook her bootie and promptly turned me around.
I did not want to buy in, so she tossed me on the ground.
Then began playing a jazzy up-beat kind of sound.
Stop it! I yelled with a glower; my face horribly frowned.
She laughed with delight and spun me quickly around.
I found myself dancing; my joy was immediately found.
I am so very grateful for the watusi who came swiftly around.
Categories:
picked, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Easily with our ears picked
But mostly with our Feet kicked:
A skirting round a dance floor
Back and forth its entrance door.
No sooner by cochlea’s filtered
Than it is by lips uttered
And by the hands gestured,
As swinging them is nurtured:
Corrupted hips in a non-stop undulation,
Fantasizing eyes, a ceaseless dilation
Every second impressing Rotational Speed
Little or no restraint to heed.
A balm for wounded spirit music:
An eraser of a hurting hiss,
A genre faithfully fanning out pleasantries,
Another volunteering unfamiliar quaintness:
The First, A Melody For The Mild
The Second A Package for The Wild
The Former by Degrees boisterous
The Latter ever willing to be mysterious
A served dish of contrasting choices
By an as much contrasting voices
Quick millions showers an upcoming talent
A supporting shoulder for the voice with a dent
Curiously to some readers, A Great Help
And when they can’t it reach A Yelp!
Categories:
picked, appreciation, creation, desire, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
Being Picked On?
Written: by Miracle Man
October 6, 2021
Unfortunate things happen, to each, in life,
but are never sent our way to punish us.
They're to test our faith and will make us stronger,
and that, dear reader, I consider a plus.
Our first impression shouldn't be, “oh, why me,”
and blaming God should never be in our thought.
Both good and bad things happen to all people,
so at times, in life, happenings will be fraught.
“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”
Theodore Roosevelt
Categories:
picked, faith, god,
Form: Lyric
My husband’s cancer, a life changing event... I turned to poetry
Contest: How My First Poem Was Born
Sponsored by JCB Burl
17 syllables: checked with howmanysyllables
10/04/20
Categories:
picked, cancer, me, poetry,
Form: Monoku
God Picked Me Up When I Fell
have story to tell
God picked me up when I fell
sat for a short spell
Jim Horn
Categories:
picked, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
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