Turkey had a college degree
in dressing tables very prettily
He had a large diploma on the wall
of the barn, displayed there in early fall
We want you to dress our table, said a wife
He was thrilled, dreaming of this kind of life
his relatives tried to tell him it might not be great
but by the time they got through to him, he had been “ate”.
Lemony sun rose
when creamy clouds were wafting
Noon was mellowed gold
Yellow rose danced feverish
when odd birds sang gibberish
Sunshine rose preened proud
for it was her time to shine
perfumed prettily
Marmalade honey summer
in colors that become her
I would pay two hundred dollars for this piece of art
Because I never pay more than that, due to one fact
I am an artist, who has over sixteen hundred paintings of my own
This one is prettily painted, so she would earn my top dollar
which is always and forever two hundred dollars.
Because I can duplicate almost any painting
Unless it is a landscape, which I have no desire to paint
I have never liked them, never will; do not want them around
Weirdly enough, my mother’s paintings of choice were all landscapes.
Look at me, no hands! Said Witchy Randing.
She could ride a broom while standing.
The other witches did not dare to try.
Watching her zoom high up into the sky.
Her familiars were holding on mighty tight
A crow, an owl, and a smug cat, all white.
Witchy Randing held her arms up tall and wide
Feeling mystically powerful all inside
she felt as if she was one with the wind
confident flying fish, prettily finned
the crow gave a caw, the owl threw out a hoot
cat snorted and gave off a dainty feminine toot
Look at me! No hands! She yelled to the sky
Silver stars smiled with nary a try
She rode her broom to another planet serene
The last time the four of them were ever seen.
We are the nouns, the mighty tidy nouns
house cat, mouse, bat, zebras, elephants and gowns
you’re nothing without us, the verbs smirk, laugh and say
twirling, whirling, dancing, singing, along the way
the adjectives and adverbs laugh at these arrogant two
You might be the wood and concrete, but we are the glue
without us you cannot be mammoth, tiny, cold or blue
this was from a frustrated adjective named McGrue.
or dance daintily or prettily said an arrogant adverb
thinking you are all that without the others is kind of absurd
a peacekeeping preposition tried to make a pact,looking at each side.
over, under, upside down, around and through, his name was McBride.
lively little lovely lithe lambs
merrily milling around Marty’s Milwaukee
nibbling nutty Nabisco nuggets
outstandingly joyful and childlike
prancing prettily like playful petite ponies
"The buds on my pear tree will become florets this day,
prettily unfurled a creamy white." by poet
On leaves of green streams down the gold
of a radiant April dawn,
and blotted out is winter’s cold
because sun’s here to warmly smile upon
the pear tree that is posing on my lawn.
The first day for her blossoming has come.
White pearled clusters now adorn my favorite tree.
A lovely fashionista this day she has become.
Can any other tree be more beautiful than she?
She appeared in the middle of a snowflake
Most could not see her, but the fey always can
She flitted around the white snow sprinkling pixie dust
It began to glisten, as twinkly as fifties sequins
Where were her sisters? Had they not arrived yet?
They were along shortly, sprinkling around white glitter
When they were finished the snow had a blueish tint
It was sparkling as prettily as it ever could
The faeries were finished until the next snowfall
Sounds of the city:
Rap playing so prettily,
Gangsta melodies.
I love my birthday badly
will welcome my friends gladly
they will come in twos and threes
bringing along September breeze
I do not like chocolate cake
pie and cheeses is what I will make
the gifts will pile up at the door
there will be gag presents and much more
I am a September baby, living her dream
fulfilling my own wishes, poet supreme
writing my feelings, down on a page
showing my sassiness, my feelings and my rage.
The words come so easily, and prettily too.
You want to come to the party? Well, why don’t you?
There is room for another guest always at my home.
Where I currently sit, writing this little poem.
See Winter dripping off the trees.
It, finally, is past.
And here we are, down on our knees.
Thank God it didn’t last!
The morning sun creeps o’er the hill.
There’s not a cloud in sight.
Of snow, we’ve had more than our fill.
Please, no more chilly nights!
The birds are chirping prettily.
A song to warm the heart.
With smiles as far as eye can see
We greet the brand new start.
So, open windows! Open doors
To let the light shine in!
Who knows what grace we have in store?
No longer if, but when.
The breezes promise gentle rain.
No more the blust’ry storm.
No icy chill or gloomy pain.
Now all is light and warm.
We watch the flora come alive
To bloom beneath the sun.
For now, at last, does Spring arrive
And Winter is undone.
It was a warm balmy night very peaceful
the woods slept soundly the moon shone
In the quiet stepped out a unicorn flowing
silver mane it paused sniffing the air warily
Satisfied it started to cavort around gayly
soon a stag joined in and a fairy both dancing
They called to friends to join in all stepping high
Dancing and cavorting they continued till dawn.
They then went their separate ways only hoof
marks showed they were ever there people
puzzled over marks and shook their heads
Yet on the next moon lit night they returned.
And for many nights they cavorted with glee
Waiting for something to appear still waiting
then a star beamed down and prettily she
came touching noses with her mate then
They vanished back into the undergrowth
leaving all wondering if they ever or not
had been there at all.
THE HEIR
Beneath banners bold, a baby boy blooms,
His shaped realm royalty reign looms.
Heir to the hallowed, heartened throne room.
In his reign, a kingdom, he promised to prune.4
Tiny toes toward the tapestry tread,
Before the Queen Mother, his marbled path led.
His kingdom awaits, with bated breath & bliss,
A noble heir, designly destined for success.8
From his cradle, cradled with care,
To his preteen, prettily protected & père,
A princely presence, beyond compare.¹¹
In his eyes lies the witty wisdom of ages,
A lineage of leaders, handed down through stages.
From his tiny fingers, pure power shall flow,
Leading his kin & kingdom, with a gentle glow.¹5
Long live little one, as dreams take flight,
The throne awaits, cloaked in the night.
The future monarch's destiny is crystal clear.
The heir is here & the kingdom holds him dear.¹?
Crowned curls cradle, cherubic charm's cheer,
Stately son, sovereign small, so sincere.
Gazes gleam, as the gentle Queen grins,
For her future's found in her foremost kin.²³
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? December, 2023.
Skulls were sliding down the rapids having so much fun.
Their screams were well seen but eerily silent of course.
They frolic so prettily! Their bodies said, lying in the beach sun.
Suddenly an elongated skull joined them, the skull of a horse.
The equestrian’s mouth opened, showing loads of long teeth.
It’s amazing said the turtles, who were hiding below in the reef.
Skull fever is alive and well in the Seven seas today!
The sea creatures nodded, liking them in every way.
brilliantly colored
scuba diving apparel ~
array on parade
prettily perching
fun, feathered festivity ~
eyes on the prizes
watching and waiting
intelligent inquiry ~
flickering movement
mobile suit gundam
beak poised in full readiness ~
instinctive appetition
diving without halt
flying somersault
NB: Other - Haiku Sonnet form created by David Marshall; 4 haikus plus a couplet of either 5.5 or 7.7 syllables, total of 14 lines.
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