Play Up Poems - Poems about Play Up

Tremendous Real Sad

Countless voices whisper, colossal, trust me.
Fake news, witch hunt, total exoneration.
The wall getting beautiful, big as can be.

Everyone keeps shouting, enormous, wait and see.
The world's so weak, low energy, it's sad situation.
Countless done, all agree, it's colossal, trust me.

People keep repeating, stupendous, follow me,
Best words, great people, no hesitation,
Everyone is a pouting, enormous, wait and

A B C D E F G H

awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill

easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham

Bugs Bunny

What's up doc repeats Bugs Bunny
thinking he's being cute and funny
sounding like a wily parrot
while posing chewing on his carrot



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COMINGS AND GOINGS IN THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES

COMINGS AND GOINGS IN
THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES

In all life’s seasons,
Each day has its three
To be: yesterday, today,
And its tomorrow:-

Today was yesterday’s 
Tomorrow, and will become
Tomorrow’s yesterday,
Which will become a today:-

No matter the day or
The season, give God the praise
For today, which was yesterday’s
Prayed for tomorrow:-

Thus, be the blessed days
That are bestowed upon us
In travelling

Some Love for Haters

I'm sitting at home but living rent free in your head.
Your thoughts scream for help so I'll pay some rent instead.
The payment's not money, just the hated helping a hater.
So I'll help you realize your hateful thoughts as your love translator.

Resentments and jealousy are like poison to your soul.
You're only hurting yourself as you slither

I Am PINK

As the sun sets in the evening sky,
the pretty blue turns pink.
Oh my,
I am pink for the clouds to drink.
 

The moon must go to bed,
the sun must come out to play.
Marshmallow clouds meet the sun's rays,
I am pink showing off this new day.

catty seductress

catty seductress
wizard of feline wiles
~ whisker trickster

dead ends

artless darts pierce heartless hearts 
garrulous gnats deafen rancorous rats
rabid foxes beget brainless rocks

we are all dead
when it all ends

there are too many dead ends

Dolphins and Whales at Play

The humpbacks rolled in the morning light.
Grey whales churned the seas silver-bright.
Dolphins dancing in their foamy trails.
Riding the bows of frolicking whales.

Heave Ho, the sea runs free.
Dolphins and whales in harmony.
Heave Ho, the sea runs free.
Finny friends enjoying their play.

Belly to belly, and fin to fin,
Pectoral slaps as the games begin.
Slow meandering, entwining their streams,
Happy

Play on Words

Man in French is ” homme”;
drop the “h” and add a “p”
“homme” becomes “pomme”, 
an apple. And if I’m not mistaken
isn’t that how the first “homme” got
got to know “la pomme fatale”?

Mobile Reels of Midnight Gold

Waking in the palm of your hand,
A universe of spinning worlds unfolds—
Neon dreams and ancient lore,
From jungle beats to mythic shores.

No app downloads, just instant play,
HTML5 magic on your way—
Free spins dance, multipliers soar,
Jackpots rising, evermore.

Scroll through themes and epic tales,
From glittering gems to pirate sails.
Every tap—a pulse, a thrill,
Responsive beats that never still.

Trust the

The Little Thunder

I saw a streak of living flame,
with no regard for rule or name;
It tumbled through the morning grass,
as if the sun had come to pass.

Its paws struck earth in tiny drums,
like thunder where the daylight hums;
The wind bent low to kiss its ear,
the sky leaned down to watch it near.

It charged at leaves, then spun

Clocking Out

About to procrastinate
am putting it off
setting it aside
it's never too late
it can wait
as
now is the hour
no time
like the present
nothing important
I can't circumvent
didn't wind the clock
gave my watch away
don't need to know
what week it is
nor hour of the day
nowhere I have to be
no one's expecting me
from this moment on
no long hard climb
just eating drinking wining dining
I'm

Not Sweet William

Call me what you will
altho' my name's not 'Bill'
no don't even be so silly
as to think I am a 'Willy'
tho' you may say
“Here's what's his name'
to me it's all
one and the same
yet as I'm losing too much weight
have the need to feed
and don't dare be much thinner
I have one task to ask of you
please don't

Play With Me

Let me be what you want me to be, shapeshift me into what you need, give me the script of your dreams.

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