quintessential quick-witted, quiff
quelched quarterback Quade’s
quavering quietude
Categories:
quiff, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Faces in the clouds as I watch the time go by.
With focus and concentration a recognition can surprise or even scare for a while.
The memories it generates when you see a smile or quiff or hair! So many years have passed by knowing that the person isn’t there.
Faces in the clouds with the sun shining and blue skies behind. Why do I see that face, why do I see that profile?
Perhaps the mind is playing tricks with the vision of the eyes? Looking for some historical comfort in a slowly ageing life.
Categories:
quiff, age, appreciation, emotions, life,
Form: Free verse
The king
Not a royal,
Yet he was a king,
Rocking and rolling,
You sang,
Black hair, blue eyes and that quiff,
Gyrating pelvis, those moving legs,
The oldies not keen,
Girls going wild plus the odd boy too,
The voice of a god, so good looking,
He was an actor to,
Died way to young,
Will always be known,
The King of rock and roll.
Categories:
quiff, art, celebrity, memorial, star,
Form: Free verse
i can quiff
you can
queef
but we
both
can
quaff and
so toast
i to you
and you to
anyone
you
want
to
Categories:
quiff, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride
A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside
Her folly selcouth
Binds her fast to her wanweird
To speak ever sooth
She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval
Into fell Truth’s ghyll she will smiling fall
Morrow’s dawnsun, rise!
Drown in the throes of today!
Sky dragons, melt away!
Morrow’s dawnsun, drown!
Rise in grief’s eternal day!
Sky dragons, melt away!
Categories:
quiff, age, anger, angst, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Chemist Charlie Chuckles,
How clumsy her cackle,
Creating chemical cosmos.
Consorting with cats,
Chemical mishaps,
Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist!
Chemist Charlie Chuckles,
Cryptic crossword lover,
Confident clinical fellow.
Crazy misconduct,
Caseous byproducts,
Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist!
Chemist Charlie Chuckles,
With curly crimpled quiff,
Coat cleaned in century bygone.
Cheeks coloured charcoal,
Crooked chin mouthful,
Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist!
12/04/2019
Categories:
quiff, hilarious, humorous, science,
Form: Alliteration
Rob played semi-professional rugby,
From when he was 4 until the age of 21,
When he got a serious spinal cord injury,
Whilst playing that rough game spun.
As part of his rehabilitation sessions,
At Rookwood Hospital, exists in Cardiff,
He played table tennis for his arms,
Which he continued thereafter, his quiff.
That was from 2005, but by ’11’s Euros,
He qualified for London’s Games 2012,
The Paras of tremendous meme flows,
About disability sport, now off the shelf.
But he left lonely and without a medal,
Which made him determined, craving,
So he increased the work and the mile,
He sweat each day, a medal engraving.
He was World No. 6 in 2012, not good,
For him, so he worked on consistency,
And became the Euro Champ good,
In Italy with singles and team tenancy.
In 2015 at the Euros again, in Vejle,
In Denmark, he did the same thing -
Topped the charts with his angle,
In both events - it was plain sailing.
Then, the major victory came in Rio,
The crowd erupted wildly at his win,
Because the tension had been audible,
When he’d wrangled to win gold vin.
Categories:
quiff, sports, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx bouncing bopping booming bacon.. And division is neither a derision nor a diluge. Hahahaha and a cake. Hahahaha and a friendly reminder off a pickled caper. A quiff is a quaff in a quantitive quagmire. A tangerine now on a trampoline. Wow. Bounce. Bouncy. Vern Vorster virtue. Xxxxx molecules of molluscs are mandatory minions. And a mandatory man is not a male nor a tan. Ridding riding radio. Xxxx hahahaha and a dolphin donut arch. But no treacle. Just tape. Hahahaha and feel good a fragment. Xxxxx z z z and a p y q and obviously its time and date and correspondences and correctional xxxxxx distillation z
Categories:
quiff, art, assonance,
Form: I do not know?
Temporary Insanity – for contest
Arousal’s Beasts Contained
Demanding Escape, Freedom,
Gushing Hunger’s Insatiable Jaws
Kissing Lasciviously
Moistened Need’s Openness,
Puffed Quiff, Red Softness,
Tender Undulating vibrations,
Wanton Xenogamy’s
Yearning Zone.
9/25/2015
submitted to – Sensual ABC”s – poetry contest
Categories:
quiff, sensual,
Form: ABC
seashake jake
headlights blinding
screeching yellow eyed owls
ran me over
I washed up with anchors cut in
whiskey drenched promises
holy swans humming hymns of sun-god gratitude on ole beach
mashing sweet tooth’s hungry bone dry night
madame itch invisible escorts me to her
scarlet’s pistol packed slo boat ride
shadow stained fingers fire blank heart bullets
across splattering bug--eye screens
funeral strip-tease captains blow the rapture foghorn
pools of energy
teetering like a nasty wind waltz
playing jackrabbit on the wayward buoys
passing grotto tombs
seashake jake toss that quiff.. get out to that sweet mean drift..again
Categories:
quiff, adventure, allusion, appreciation, destiny,
Form: Free verse
The thriving carnage reigns over the land
with A chaos tortured brand
on top of the Abyss in which it stands
Along the side it taints the mist
Where the var gan lays quist
A tower of the mardend pulootion
wearing the scare of it's alootion
I prasie it's uptight quiff landing
Upon the dare the darkness grows
A woumped it skialivise's it's understanding
A place noted black where the quarrel's flow
The floor shifting the shipped fool in motion
In a rooom spiting tenthly death's devotion
All houses pertained in dark narshaw
Seated in moggy filled courtyard's ashamed flaw
The bird blindingly snaring it's setting moutain peek
Seeing the window panes narrow in pale
As the nightingale sings it's call uni did pa real
Then comes to this decisions it feels
Once stored it was ready to unfold it's possessive glave
A nor-ct feared Appering face
All halls filled with noise
opening the coffins mace
while the welder posted his poise
The break in deaths tower sets in his spirit
The nightingale sitting bluntly watching
Sing bird why have u called on me
Categories:
quiff, faith, hope, mystery, sad,
Form: Ballad