Behold
A voice announces
Release me
Expose me to the elements
Free me from fungus
Outdoors
Over cool ticklish grass, warm grainy sidewalks, and prankish pebbles
Time to rejoice
Categories:
prankish, freedom,
Form: Acrostic
whilst in the midst of your dream
perceived i a prankish scheme
how loudly you snore
you infinite bore
splat sir a saucer of cream.
Categories:
prankish, anger, anxiety, betrayal, bullying,
Form: Limerick
Who is rich
Here's a thought
Whoever's content
with his lot
Who is content
with his lot
The guy with more
than you've got
Categories:
prankish, happiness, money, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Mutal Divine Love
When your hot breath
passes through warmth of my breath
an amazing heat is born
from the burning volcano of love
that generates a new energy for two hearts
to board a ship of love-dreams
When my thirsty eyes
peep into your eyes flashing in love
it sounds as if the two hearts
in the dark and blue sea of sky
were restless and impatient
to get lost into the arms of each other
When your heartbeats
touch my bewildered heartbeats smilingly
and close its sensuous and blushing eyes
it seems as if two souls
were throbbing for each other
from time immemorial
When my carnal lips
suck the sweet nectar of your pink lips
and enamour each other
for making endless love
as if the earth and the sky on the horizon
were eager to kiss each other
When my delicate fingers
touch your golden curly hair
that whisper to the prankish air
it seems as if two lovers
in the erotic moonlit night
were enjoying deep dives of love
(By Kishan Negi)
Categories:
prankish, i love you, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
I voyaged to the land of dead
And was gifted lasting peace,
Felt at home in a treasured yard
With tranquility on lease.
I now fathom life's ironies
And its prankish mystic touch,
Had I known this secret before
My life would have not been such.
Learnt not the art to love and share
But know it now that am dead,
Guess it would have been easier
If I lived backwards instead.
But now that I discern the truth
I would like to share it too,
The problem is men hear me not
In their worldly rendezvous.
I wonder why we act like herds
And behave like we are slaves?
Stay imprisoned in vanities
Until set free in our graves.
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Categories:
prankish, death, grave,
Form: Elegy
I voyaged to the land of dead
And was gifted lasting peace,
Felt at home in a treasured yard
With tranquility on lease.
I now fathom life's ironies
And its prankish mystic touch,
Had I known this secret before
My life would have not been such.
Learnt not the art to love and share
But know it now that am dead,
Guess it would have been easier
If I lived backwards instead.
But now that I discern the truth
I would like to share it too,
The problem is men hear me not
In their worldly rendezvous.
I wonder why we act like herds
And behave like we are slaves?
Stay imprisoned in vanities
Until set free in our graves.
***********
Categories:
prankish, death,
Form: Elegy
Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.
We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime).
Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime,
And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme.
While my cousins and mom played charades and mime,
Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb.
Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime,
You were the prince, I was your heim.
Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime,
I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme.
You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime,
We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline.
I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm,
It was in fun, in those days of playtime.
I'd've done it again if there was another time,
For kid's to be prankish is never a crime!
(How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?)
~25 May 2016~
Categories:
prankish, best friend, family, friendship,
Form: Monorhyme
Recall the straight and well-planned path of youth
mapped out so clear to lead us through life’s maze?
Though times I wandered off in prankish craze,
the road was there to find again in truth
when pangs of guilt nagged like an aching tooth.
I'd walk it once again, my heart ablaze,
spurred on by welcomed glory, love, and praise
doled out by elders from their judging booth.
How soon the road meandered here and there,
its outline—fuzzy, overgrown with weeds;
and when I think I've walked it at my best
those detour signs appear to bring despair.
Mature, I now must choose to suit my needs;
my only judge- a conscience well at rest.
April 25, 2015
Premiere Contest: Once More I Failed The Truth
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Form: Petrarchan Sonnet: a-b-b-a-a-b-b-a c-d-e-c d-e
Categories:
prankish, growing up, wisdom,
Form: Sonnet
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – whoa!
Walking in circles is no way to go.
Everything’s turning and moving and spinning;
Nothing is ending, only beginning.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – stop!
Each tiny step feels like I’m gonna drop.
Can’t get a fix on an object ahead;
Nothing’s in focus – they’re drifting instead.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – halt!
I just can’t handle this type of assault.
Crossing the room I’m at lurch like a drunk;
Confined to the house I’ve sunk into a funk.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – why?
Help me get better and I will comply.
I swallow the meds but they don’t really work;
Frustration is mounting – I’m going berserk.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – leave!
You’ve done what you must have set out to achieve.
I’m dizzy and staggering, helpless and trapped;
The only relief came the hours I napped.
Vertigo, vertigo, vertigo – please!
Here I’m beseeching on two shaky knees.
You’ve had your fun with your prankish attack;
Now begone, disappear, vanish – and don’t come back!
Categories:
prankish, health,
Form: Couplet
Grizzled veterans gathered about their brother's bier,
To reminisce and honor their late departed peer.
They talked of yesterday when they were young and gay,
The good and bad times they'd shared along the way.
They had shared the hardships of an infantry rifle squad,
But they had survived by the merciful grace of God!
Now, the march of time was beginning to take its toll.
Another hero had answered the final call of the roll.
They laughed recalling his prankish streak;
The times he'd cheered them up when times were bleak;
The times he'd short-changed the sheets on their cots;
At reveille finding their boot strings tied in knots!
It was well known that he was their sergeant's bane.
He likewise held the army and sergeants in disdain!
In battle's din they'd want no other at their side.
They lost a true brother, a loyal buddy, when he died.
With the sound of "Taps" he began his eternal bourne.
Nine grieving brothers were left behind to mourn.
They gave him a final salute and shuffled off so slow.
Alas, who among these heroes will be the next to go?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
prankish, loss
Form: Rhyme