One slushy day, a Jolly fisher fishes
a wishing well, where he knows splashy fish is.
For Princess Tricia's favourite dish is,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes;
and Tricia gets all she ever wishes.
Too selfy selfish to accept shellfishes,
Dogfish, Catfish, or even some Swordfishes;
and despite her mother's pushy tisch tisch tisches,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes,
is all that Princes Tricia ever wishes.
The dashing, raffish, jolly fisher's wish is
by fishing for the squishy fresh whitefishes,
surely he should switch Tricia's fishy wishes;
then introduce and show some swisher dishes.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date wrote: 8th September 2022
Categories:
raffish, fishing, fun, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, tempter, displaying your unripe ruby fruit,
Easy pickings for the lazy, raffish masses
While staying your ripe royal lushness out of reach
Behind thorn barriers to tear the hides of men
Greedy to press their lips against your swollen skin,
Then gentle bite, receive your bitter-sweet reward.
Categories:
raffish, emotions,
Form: Free verse
They pierce the unwelcoming night,
perserving eyes that receive nothing
but an unwholesome darkness,
hot accelerated breath scorches the
freezing air, as it penetrates
in entirety her raffish body while a
shivering anatomy provokes an age
of innocence, yet a stark awareness
of life’s tribulations, as she tucks in
her scarf, fastens her top button
before impetuously walking off into
the shadows to confront her next trick.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
raffish, irony,
Form: Free verse
Below the banyan tree it lay
Ruffled feathers grey and white,
Claws clenched in a hideous way
Making a piteous sight.
Upon the boughs its mates cawed loud
Shrieks echoing in the green,
The jaws of death could not make proud
Nor paint its life with a sheen.
A crow it was, a slimy thief
An irritant to the eye,
It gave the neighbours some relief
Who had cursed that it would die.
Then came a bunch of rakish boys
Who were keen to have some fun,
The deadened crow fueled their ploys
Lying stiffly in the sun.
A string they tied around its legs
And hauled it along the ground,
To swallow their fun to the dregs
With its mates wailing around.
Till they stopped at the village pond
With waters muddy and stirred,
A grave they dug with a wooden wand
And buried the wretched bird.
The raffish boys did then diverge
But the crows sat there to cry,
They sang their mate a soulful dirge
Though it sounded somewhat wry.
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Categories:
raffish, death,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
I know this is a big surprise!
To a friend, I fondly want to praise!
Takes me a decade back in time,
To the days we would call as our ‘prime’
Am amazed at the strong inner self that is sublime,
Love and care in abundance,
That am sure is her loved ones permanence,
Her Cheerful, chirpy self brings a big smile to people around,
Ramble queen is what she is fondly crowned,
The short bike rides from college,
The long, deep chatter times we managed
The small arguments and tiffs that was a part,
But it never ever pulled us apart,
I make comments and compliments without a second thought
Only because am sure, you know me quite a lot
The love,care and understanding that we share,
Is in this age and time very rare
I treasure this friendship that is to me very precious!
Raffish self that you are
Attached self that you are to others,
Myriad of talent that you process in dance, fashion and arts,
Adorable one that you are
Would that aptly summarize you the way you are?
Categories:
raffish, feelings, friend,
Form: Rhyme
Candy potluck sweet.
Puree organic patty objects foods oatmeal plant.
Poise raffish jelly imbibes candy.
Categories:
raffish, father
Form: Haiku
To hell harbinger, niggling winsome words,
has grasped the devil's share, for menhir size
Has pencilled in his own and crossing swords-
It errant's change which seeks the high rewards.
As such they'd yammer the athiest priest
Prepare to skewer faith that's what we've done
With raffish grin, the template from the East,
Has built ferocious men to form this Beast.
Defy, that would no penitence be claimed,
To bask in carmine etchings, someone's blood
Somewhere, where an idle worth is blamed,
Adapts these xeric rituals therefore tamed.
To vilify each state, the wordsmiths curse,
Has first to reach the west, a destination
Jitter free from consort, ends his verse
While kohl can camouflage as matters worse.
Before the tinsel shrinks the bask shall glow,
A zephyr hailed along, with fan to blaze
Contained as one explorer, which we know-
Oblivion, auras mentor steals the show.
The umbra can indeed produce some shade
While gullet quenches low, as food shall be,
Where evil grows the size that man has made
He brings the lions share for masquerade.
Categories:
raffish,
Form: Verse
''Incantation to the Night'' by David Hart (Published 2006)
Puddles smile and slyly wink to the whispering slick streets.
Lo, a passerby tearfully weeps
Weeps through the panes of the dark
Raffish street lights groan and cackle at moths and flys
A woman's banshee gait beckons and paws at yearning passersby
Arrant eyes now pierced by neon sirens
Igneous memories of other times--a spingier step, a lighter mind
Amidst the smells of charred meat and rotting flowers,
Cars sigh in minor chords--crooning smoky arpeggios
A darkness histoire--a Nyxian wail--an incantation to the night.
Categories:
raffish, nostalgia,
Form: Verse