PLUMPY VS. BUFFY
In the ring, oh what a sight to see,
The cat and dog, ready for glee.
The cat all plump, with a belly so round,
The dog so buff, muscles abound.4
With a meow and a bark, they start their fight,
Cat throwing punch, dog's future not bright.
But oh what a twist, as the cat goes astray,
Trips on his tail in a comical display.8
The dog takes a chance, with a mighty leap,
Lands a punch, cat starts to weep.
Round after round, they dance and they prance,
In this epic battle of paws and stance.¹²
In the end, it's clear to see,
The dog emerges with victory.
The fat cat, defeated, with a sigh,
Admits the dog's muscles were just too high.¹6
The eternal beef continues between cat & dog
In the boxing ring, they danced like a log.
A funny sight, to make us all grin,
The day the fat cat fought - and couldn't win!²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?24th February 2024.
I have bought an old typewriter.
Black and silver scrolled, heavy as history.
Up all night, dreaming up a desk for it.
The desktop had to marshmallow plumpy
to avoid the rattle of any disjointed poetry.
The white legs shaped just right.
I put a black lace garter on all four.
The antiquated machine
speaks a thousand words of English,
if you peck at it with a thousand fingers.
I have hired a woman. For is this not 1923?
A help who will never seek to comprehend
what I ask her to type.
Today the old typewriter, the desk, and the lady
are all in place.
I pace the floor in my frock coat, mumbling
into a full beard.
“Sir, do you want me to type
that incoherent incantation
you so wearily utter?
“Just type anything, but be sure it is almost believable,"
I admonish.
I professed my love, you flayed my skin
With a rusted blunt razor, so cruel and mean
You tried grabbing my soul, but I floated away
To a giant heaven's gate, and back to Earth's bay
Back in a new body, so fleshy and plumpy
For the ninth time, in less than a century
If fate claims to be fair, I seem to be cheated
And robbed of love, so not how I want to be treated
Starlight shining on us everywhere filled with butterflies
That's my imagination, not being stuck in dungeon eating fries
I want to watch our kids swing, while we stroll in the park
Not abandoned in a dungeon, lighted by a star-dark
© Dynamou
Come here, let's talk about peace;
it ain't being sad, feigning glee!
It's being happy, feigning spree.
'21:01:11:20:37
Note: of plumpy peace.
The skinny boy on the street,
Begging for a penny to eat,
Stood hungry by the cake stall,
As he heard the Baker’s call.
One day, a plumpy kid with shiny shoes,
Hearing that call, bought the creamiest mousse.
The skinny boy glared at the plumpy meat!
While he munched on his dry milk- biscuit.
Suddenly when two puppies start to bite,
That kid's shiny shoes with much delight!
Annoyed by the puppies’ chewing,
The plumpy kid started shooing;
When the skinny boy hugs and feeds,
His own biscuit sacrificing the needs;
Showing the puppies what kindness is,
As Love gives Wealth a tease!
So, just being rich can’t make you kind,
Unless an infinite love dwells in your mind.
Kindness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Written and submitted on: 06/06/2020
Kapok, re-re-restuffed,
still lumpy, still stiff.
Seams mended,
by needle, by tape,
re-re-again.
No no one here,
yet.
Still me me,
again.
Thoughts,
unscolded,
atop this old
zafu.
the weaver song birds
weave most elaborate homes
that
LOOK LIKE UPTURNED FLASKS
hummingbird's sweet trills
charms us because it ingests
in
NECTAR TWICE ITS WEIGHT
petite and plumpy
love birds are valentine's souls
but
DON'T EAT CHOCOLATES
March 29, 2016
Mystic's Split Haikus
Thirteenth Birthday
I picturize my thirteenth birthday through memory glass
My grandpa matured my dream with a shiny black bicycle
Thrilled for I would now be able to ride like other friends
Grandpa held the cycle as I capered along with him
I was taken to a huge ground where the soldiers paraded
My cheeks were glowing red hot when I was taught to cycle
I tremblingly held the handle of my pricelesss gift
Quickly I put my foot on the right pedal then on the left
And sat on the seat pedalling flying faster than the wind
The speed was thrilling as I crossed impossible milestones
Onlookers smiled to see the teen's two ribboned plaits flying up
Felt like a star shooting in the sky as I zoomed around
My heart ringing louder chimes echoed in the whistling wind
My wave to grandpa in cinematic charismatic style
Made me lose balance and down I lay in a plumpy heap
November 6, 2015
Contest: Screwed 9
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
In the dark
Devioded of fur and feathers
Bare and born
As really we once were
Like our conservative jungle cousins
Same as sesame twins
I am black and bony
You purple and plumpy
Save for what we know and we will
Those we’ve heard and clear still
Those we’ve seen yet in sight
Where we’ve been and the beckoning light
This day surety
Hope grilled with fears of the next
And the sweet-bitter of the yesters
Within and around these we diverge
Together in total we converge.
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