FOR ONLY A MOMENT
I CLOSED MY EYES ,
IMAGINATION ,
STORMED BY SUPRISE
THE HUSTLE AND BUSSLE ,
OF WHIRLING WINDS ,
MINGLING TOGETHER ,
BEFORE THE SHOW BEGINS
CLOUDS RAPIDLY GATHERED ,
AND FILLED THE SEATS.
AS IF TO ENJOY ,
A SUMMER TIME FEAT.
THE RUMBLE OF THUNDER
BUILT TO A ROAR
LIGHTING STRUCK
AND LIT UP THE FLOOR.
A DOWN POUR OF RAIN
FELL FROM THE SKIES
AS BOLTS OF LIGHTING
TRIUMPHANTLY FLY.
THE PITTER PATTER
OF RAIN IN THE TREES
BROUGHT TO LIFE
EMERGING NEW LEAVES.
THE WILD FLOWERS
RAMBUNCTIOUSLY PLAY
AS THE LUSCIOUS RAINDROPS
SOAKED UP THE DAY.
AS THE CLOUDS DISSIPATED ,
THE RAIN FADED AWAY.
ALL THAT WAS LEFT ,
WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
A FLORESCENT RAINBOW
STREACHED CROSS THE SKY
TO THE AMAZEMENT
OF SPECTATORS EYES
THE SUN RETURNED SMILING ,
AS IF HAPPY TO REIGN ,
OVER THUNDER , LIGHTING
AND THE SUMMER TIME GAMES
Michael E. Harris
03072020
FOR ONLY A MOMENT
I CLOSED MY EYES ,
IMAGINATION ,
STORMED BY SUPRISE
THE HUSTLE AND BUSSLE ,
OF WHIRLING WINDS ,
MINGLING TOGETHER ,
BEFORE THE SHOW BEGINS
CLOUDS RAPIDLY GATHERED ,
AND FILLED THE SEATS.
AS IF TO ENJOY ,
A SUMMER TIME FEAT.
THE RUMBLE OF THUNDER
BUILT TO A ROAR
LIGHTING STRUCK
AND LIT UP THE FLOOR.
A DOWN POUR OF RAIN
FELL FROM THE SKIES
AS BOLTS OF LIGHTING
TRIUMPHANTLY FLY.
THE PITTER PATTER
OF RAIN IN THE TREES
BROUGHT TO LIFE
EMERGING NEW LEAVES.
THE WILD FLOWERS
RAMBUNCTIOUSLY PLAY
AS THE LUSCIOUS RAINDROPS
SOAKED UP THE DAY.
AS THE CLOUDS DISSIPATED ,
THE RAIN FADED AWAY.
ALL THAT WAS LEFT ,
WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
A FLORESCENT RAINBOW
STREACHED CROSS THE SKY
TO THE AMAZEMENT
OF SPECTATORS EYES
THE SUN RETURNED SMILING ,
AS IF HAPPY TO REIGN ,
OVER THUNDER , LIGHTING
AND THE SUMMER TIME GAMES
Michael E. Harris
03072020
newest newt named neat nellie neely
outrageously ostracized obvious oldies
patronizing patriarchal preening plebes
quietly quizzing querulous quacking quails
rambunctiously relaying rancid rumors
securing secretive slivers of silly suggestions
ROY'S RIVER RIDE
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Roy rode
river's rhythm,
raucous ripples rising,
rubbery raft, raced the rapids
riding 'round rocks, rambunctious, rollicking.
Reveling, rascal, river rogue
rushed by reeds, rollicking
rambunctiously.
Roy rode.
chattering chirpers
rambunctiously racing
fireflies like little lanterns
wee wind and raindrops
luscious leafy lovelies
nine p.m. and uproarious
all this called to me, as
I was doing nothing at all
Sunlight spills on sprightly steeds,
Spring's sweet song stirs sleeping seeds.
Spirited stallions, sleek and swift,
Sashaying through the springtime mist.
Silken shadows shift and sway,
In the serene, splendid break of day.
Three thoroughbreds rambunctiously thrive,
Their thunderous thumps come alive.
Pastures painted in subtle shades of green,
Outstretched playground, pure and pristine.
Playful prancing, powerful paces,
Pleasure painted on their faces.
Celebrating, chasing, carefree,
Cascading manes, wild and free.
In the cozy, comforting light,
Spring's splendor shines so bright.
Frolicking freely, feeling fine,
For this trine, dazzling day so divine.
Eternal energy, ever so spry,
Beneath the vast, vibrant sky.
I believe this might be my 2nd
Dooms day poem.
In the bright of day brown grass
Dead trees
Tulips
Daisies
Lilies
Roses
Carnations
All flowers dead
Bombs bombs bombs
Boom boom BOOM!
March comes in
LET ME BEGIN AGAIN
in the bright of day
June comes soon
No more WAR!
it was such a chore but
Better clearer days ahead galore!
Roses new carnations too
Infact all flowers are magnificently
Alive! And in TUNE THEY BLOOM.
sun is shine like life look the love!
In the bright of day
Come what may!
Every child is filled with laughter
They sigh and twirl rambunctiously
Giggling more laughter HAPPILY
EVER AFTER!
Rambunctiously I go
Rambling in the dark woods
Randomly following
Range trails made by racoons
Raptly I watch among
Ramps, next to the creek bed
Rationalism leaves
ramps-noun-a wild plant much like spring onions with a garlicy taste
my monster is dead?
terror reigns the midnight hours
rambunctiously my blankets and pillows scatter about.
heart racing, gasping for air,
I flick on my light just to prove
my monster is not there.
my monster is dead.
years you lay dormant
not a thought or a care
your body has perished but your presence still there,
get out of my head.
Damn it monster you are finally dead!
I forgave you long ago as the beastly visions slowly faded away until today.
My monster is dead.
scars for life way down deep
now that you're gone please let me sleep in peace.
My monster is dead.
There is a squat/stout duffer in a windbreaker and a Mets cap on the outskirts of the park
playing a rickety 5 string and hoot'in and holler'in.
I have no idea what he is singing.
There is no discernible melody.
Every now and then he stops/ freezes/ puts his forefinger in the air
to take some sort of measure
before plunging back into his flailing guitar.
After another stuttering burst he will stop/
then let loose with an elongated cry to the sky/
punk operatic/ style
nobody seems to stop/and listen/he does not have a container for contributions and probably would not get much trade/
he is playing/for his own/self/and that is / enough
It's/utterly senseless/ wholly out of key.
Beyond the realm of anything/
resembling cohesive musicality
/rambunctiously obtuse
yet imbued with an innocence that casts proficient excellence into a pallid light.
His songs/ performance/ like life/ a messy and inconclusive/ thing/
You can have/ your polished practice and Carnegie aspirations/
and make of that an evening/ with class
but I like the way this codger lets her rip/
this ragged chanteur/
airs it out/ no class/ no talent/ but lotsa / style
This is not some verse of weed or wine
discovering now that six resembles nine
What diction or numbers can cover the blows of time?
Those blows hitting and splitting
As hurdles harrowing and arrowing
And then taking your wall for their vine
Those blows sending and pending
Bitter shivers down your poor spine;
Grasp by the time of waking at dawn
there is still room for things divine
Yet never will the garden’s gates unlock for thick hearts
Face it yet with a smile!
Those blows of time
are rambunctiously rampant and windy
to render your sailing ship strong and fine.
Chokri Omri
(Tunisia, 2021)
As spring leaps forward expectedly
Cardinals sing a familiar song;
Announcing birth of season’s new
Perched in trees where they belong.
Hyacinths bloom graciously
Expressing their blue sincerely;
Coloring fields that once were white
They only visit once a yearly.
Spots of snow melt slowly
Revealing peridot grass underneath.
Drenched sod cold and wet
Scents the air with raw heath.
Children play rambunctiously
Exploring blooming fields in awe
Seeing colors that never were
They can't seem to process it all.
Cool winds cresses the skin
For there is still a vacant space;
Arms of affairs that held so tight
No longer here to embrace.
As spring leaps forward expectedly
Hearts begins to blush,
And blossom for coming affairs
Making the soul ever lush.
When Love explodes with flexuous faces
No stone unturned as it defiantly displaces
Sanctimonious skies fill the abrasive air
As Love rambunctiously roams trying to pair
Sweet little lies become matriarchal mountains
As we throw our Love from fallacious fountains
In Love we beg we borrow and steal
In truth we hide and contiguously conceal
Emotions unleashed through guilted gates
For Love is no better than the one it hates.
June.26.2016
Sweet little lies...Contest by Silent One
Dragonfly Damsel engaging such wonder
Discovers a world between water and land
Magical enchantment her filmy wings stand
Refracting worlds beheld from another
Lucent pools echo translucent colors
Iridescent gossamer winged flyer
Damselfly dance into the sun higher
Filling us with fervor as she hovers
Soaring predator scorched with her fire
Dragonfly protects and patrols her terrain
Teaching us balance is every thing
Anciently ruling this marshy mire
This gossamer flyer is awesome pay heed
She glistens along while skimming water
Fire burns inside her ever so hotter
Nothing compares to her exceptional speed
Protect what is yours, her message to us
Rational thought sometimes ruminates
Let go of “Father Time” who dictates
Rambunctiously live your lives with lust
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