Painting with watercolor drops,
wings flutter and lead to a sting.
The slightest mark is breathtaking,
daring shades create partial pops.
On wet petals the right kiss swaps
a slow canvas for swift replies.
Grande graffiti of butterflies,
changes with time’s slack gradient.
With no mention of effort spent,
everyone pauses for show-stops.
The unpoppable bubble
that male centric sphere
all ego and gobble
and sucking atmosphere
mind a bubble for a brain
and maybe too late to retrain
that it’s a different world for women ~
they just cannot entertain.
Jack Frost may bite one's fingers, nose and toes
but he's an artist, as everyone knows
Decorating windows and hedgerows
adding glitz and glamour to winter's rose.
Jack Frost only appears in wintertime
inspiring poet's poetic rhythm and rhyme
Doesn't earn a penny, or even a dime
never changing, Jack is still in his prime.
Once, in my garden, Jack Frost did appear
made a bush look alike a chandelier
I'll not forget, the memory so dear
that lives on in my mind from year to year.
Jack Frost’s filigree is pure poetry
with that I expect most folk would agree.
My poems are tops
says Pops
Read me one
begs his son
OK, Here we go
Hear it flow…
#1
Roses are red
violets are blue
Some girls can kiss
Your two lips are dead
#2
Over the river and through the wood
to grandmother’s house we go
Poor old woman, lyin’ in bed
Hey – Why’s she wearin’ a hood?
#3
Joe and Jill Biden went up Capitol Hill
Joe fell down
broke his crown
And Jill ignored him ever after
#4
I warned you
overripe fruit makes you toot
Happy trails to you
until your diarrhea’s through…
OK, son.
I’m all done
Thanks, Pops.
That sure was fun
Baby blue balloon,
looks like a globe,
topped
with a girly, pink bow.
It’s floating up
with pop music;
with key tines,
our hearts dropped.
The dulcet drum spins;
the lyrics heat up.
Written By: D. Collins 5/19/25
There should be two impressions before leaving earth.
The mark of excellence, and those to whom you gave birth.
It's just something about it, that bloodline called kin.
That creepy Li'L feeling crawling under your skin.
No matter what they say the Fam is all that.
Keep guarding their six and watching their backs.
That's the only way to extend any bloodline.
If you're caught sleeping you're in the firing line.
.
on hern way into
mine
pupil's think
hern purty's see
stop'd
touch'd
love'd
mine see's green
it's
hypnotic see
pull'n
hern
twist'd
'side
me'd
shee shnAtch'd
mine seed
*we knew noah that 'twixt mom
and i, there'd be an awesome "u"...
remember my write here; "just cuz'uh
her face" ')
When Nature pops, kicks off her socks
Her dancing through the woodland rocks
Falling leaves on autumn breeze
Grateful pleas on bended knees
Clocks unwind, time falls behind
leaf-peeping pastimes spellbind
When Nature pops, kicks off her socks
Her dancing through the woodland rocks
Written By: D. Collins 9/21/24
Never put anything in front of Pops picture.
Or, bad luck will reach out and come and get 'ya.
Give credence to the DNA within your blood.
Show ultimate respect for those who taught you love.
It gets even better, if you look just like him.
A total reproduction of my father, Jim.
Someone who never bows down to what ain't right.
The clear underdog who always wins the fight.
Because I have his traits, along with DNA.
Makes me the baddest MF living today.
What I am saying, I can say out loud.
Because I am proof of what makes me proud.
Onto every head
gooey bird poo sometimes drops
~ funnier on ‘Pops’
The questions that always pops in my mind
Why are my friends jealous of me
Is that because I am a poet?
I was chosen by God to be his poet
Many years ago
Also I am a Christian
Since birth
And I have the feeling that
You don't like people that are Christian
Also you are not a Christian friend
I can't force you to be a Christian
Also you no beliefs
And you don't care for God
I must tell you that it was God
That made you my friend
And if it wasn't for God
You would not be here
I am telling you the truth friend
I am so happy
That you are a part of my life
D•isciplinarian and teacher extraordinaire
A man after God's own heart who is strict but fair
D•idn't go to college but he has a shed load of knowledge
D•oesn't have millions in the bank but he's far from financial
bondage
Y•es, this gentleman whom I speak so highly of is also
stylish and debonair
Do you all know Theodore Thimple
On his nose he had a big pimple
We all joked and teased it
So he poked and squeezed it
Most efforts are never that simple
American Haiku
Rainy, nasty day and night
Train whistle in distance
Early morning hours
Contemplation brings Enlightenment
Or Believed so
Buddhist awakening
Realize Poetry's Power
affects me physically
Body in turmoil
Spray Wasps hang-out
Keeps them away
They can sting, harm
Moon glows overhead
Santa on fire engine
making his rounds
Sun shining majestically
Running usual errands
Home to reading books
Complete silence at night
Conducive to study
Talking to loved one
Pops are my passion
scribbling away
the blissful hours
Neon the elf child was the last one to be trusted with the dragon’s light
her soul was sad that others had failed, she wandered into the night.
holding the gift of golden slips and pops, her ears feeling quite bright.
Rafe, her dragon guardian hiding in the bushes, kept her within his sight.
a rustle in the woods brought the dragon’s attention to the fray.
he wondered if he was going to have to spring, and perhaps slay.
it was a brownie and a faerie, they offered to aide her on her way.
he settled down and watched them, wary, this dragon keeper gray.
weird brownie was full of jokes, the dragon noted they were kind of bad.
But Neon the elf child was no longer alone, for this he felt quite glad.
sweet faerie offered to help keep the gift of gold slips and pops safe.
dragon began to relax, he was feeling content, Neon's dragon, Rafe.
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