Raucously Poems

HOW CAN I PRETEND: PART 4

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 4

Innocence, zest, curiosity 
remain intact protected   
crimson hymns I earned
when Divinity composed 
a skin of cheetah brown 
amused at a white chin 
where my masculine’s 
fuzzy beard ought to be
HE raucously laughed 
aloud at my horrored 
‘Don’t You Dare !
O Great One !’

Then asked ‘What will you do?’
I meekly replied : ‘How can I 
pretend ?’ which was instantly 
rewarded with a claim of 
‘That’s my Girl !’

To leave forever this 
evolving Globe of 
potentiality instructing
from another constellation 
how Hearts are to commune 
with robots or skullcaps 
or election sweaters putting 
forward theories of Peacock 
Republics, my foot ! a cosmic 
activist gone haywire 

I turn or wait or patiently 
watch your angled angst
royal regret, pea pleads
weak emojis, boastful
escapes to water caverns
You have to do what I 
did to earn your colours 
true without Pretence
‘s’ replacing mishap 
fourth letter here as 
four is my number true

Presence slithers like
a Plumed Serpent 
she steps forward
dualing with Pretence 
coffined cold
 

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2024

Skin Cancer and a Songstress

Death’s undisturbed progress.
And a doted-upon songstress:
In the musical battle field, Matchless Tigress,
Now being  taught unforgettable lessons by Skin Cancer,
Her concerned doctors all robbed of an answer;
Likely now to linger only for a few days
In line with the prophecies of carried out x-rays.

The blotches on her skin unbelievably catholic 
To dare a long gaze at them, first some alcoholic
Each of them over time has become bizarre
All of them raucously shouting “Here, we are!”

A fall out of musical songstress experimentations
With the skin lightening,
The sequel to her importations
Of the dermis–revealing;
Previously wondrous and mindset promotional
A veritable time bomb and weapon unconventional.

Mix Not Things Up

M-ix not things up, 
I-n a fight or dispute; 
L-et all be in order, 
A-llow not the brawl or bruit.

B-oisterous bluster and blare
R-uin the serenity; 
A-im not to utter clamor, 
C-all not attention raucously.
E-ngage not in contest, 
R-age or anger must stop, 
O-n the fifth of September, mix not things up.

Wake Up

wake up

arrogant bird
black velvet blot
calling now raucously down the wind
light is barely caressing the patch work hilltops
snow creeps minutely 
backing off from the slumbering valley

a new spring chorus will soon commence
you self inflated huckster
rush to grab the top most branch
arranging a choir of cacophony
out-sounding the melodious songsters  
attempting to mate
through the rusty gate imitations.

Deep Darling

I like to dance
To writhe and wriggle
On ceaseless crests
Beneath my bottom

I like to swing
From side to side
Sublime swells
Anchoring angst

I like to gyrate
Between boulders
Of liquid laughs
Caressing chuckles

I like to undulate
Along my abdomen
Rippling raucously
Jibing jollily

I like to float
Away to anywhere
Without a worry
Where we wander

I like to heave
To buck and bray
To brave the briny
Scathing spray

Wild white horses
Can't keep me cowed
My deep darling
And I, are an item.

If You Open My Door

I peek through the keyhole
and try to smell
freedom drifting on a steel breeze--

My window vibrates with distant echos of laughter
and the lone moan of a rusted lawn mower.

The cool, trickling creek is once again hidden
by the emerging tender leaf.
Silver quivering shards of light
come shooting faster than bullets and
raucously ricochet around my room.

Gravity works on the melting snow on the distant mountains,
little rivulets race to satiate the wild flowers in the valley.

--If you open my door, I will go there with you.

Pets

PETS

I am upset:
When I asked Dad for a pet
He raucously laughed,
Told me I was daft,
And repeated my request
To every guest -
Who was thoroughly amused
Making me embarrassed and confused!

If it's not absurd
to want a bird,
Nor funny 
to ask for a bunny,
Normal to wish
for a goldfish,
Natural of course
to yearn for a horse,
Acceptable to be moany
for a little pony,
Even at that
to desire a cat,
or a rat,
or a dog
or a frog,
For goodness sake
Even a snake!

Why then is it so preposterous
To ask for a Rhinoceros?
I am confused.

Rapid River

Rapid river runs,
rampant, raging raucously –
Releasing rancor.

A Rhyme At Night

Night has cast her darkened net
 over the sphere of the bold,
 gently laying out the black
 starred with orbs foretold

Sheets of mist bedaub the earth
 glistening strands of green,
 second shades stain the trees
 daubed with a greying sheen

Golden flowers rise to greet the night
 opening their petals of soul,
 swaying slowly with no might
 within this a story unfolds

Cicadas croon to the southern Imps
 it echoes along a tight string,
 the grasshoppers not to be outdone
 begin to raucously sing 

Eventide sweeps across the skyline
 in moving shadows of light,
 in it dip the sleeves of my soul
 within is the body I write 

Across the cusp a half moon of life
 begins to spill into day,
 retreating from the growing bright
 down my being must lay

A Match-Stick

The Match-Stick
The patent potential of a match-stick
I saw seething ravagely through the farmland
Crawling conflagration all alike
Beholding the hapless and helpless mind

The power of a match-stick
I knew well when in dire need
Picking up the match-box in shock
Not a single stick could find

Oh the raw rice raucously submerged
While I scrounged for a match-stick
To bring me out of the cataclysm
Before my muscular bag blows in catastrophe

Praise to my extant toils
When on a drifting table
I found a match-stick
Aiding the healing of my excruciating hunger.

Not What It Seems

Back-breaking work
Sweat in my eyes
Drop the hoe
Look at the castle
It's mighty towers
With magnificent flags
Fluttering in the slight breeze
The millionth time
I wonder what it's like
Being a princess
No work
Everything at your fingertips
Elegant balls
Stunning gowns
A handsome prince
Heaps of food
Priceless jewels
Worth enough to buy
A year's feed
If only I am a princess
But it is only in my dream's dream
Can I be one
I sigh
And pick up the hoe
Continue to dream to be
A princess
And not a lowly
Peasant.


Spread out my arms
Fabric on my skin
Nod my thanks
Walk to the window
And stare at
The endless clap
Of sea against rock
Longing to be
Someone else
Something else
Other than a princess
Wanting to earn my food
Live my life
Feel the happiness
Of accomplishment
Marry who I love
Run as I will
Laugh raucously
Sing at the top of my lungs
Even the lowly peasants
Have more freedom than me
Although moneyless
They laugh
Sing
Love
Live
They have things
More precious
Than a rich and beautiful
Princess.

Golden Tongues

Oh, the red bits of swollen tongue 
upon the gray of maple have plumped
like the cheeks of small children red with run!
The bangs of pussy willow frond
will soon tickle the noses of man swept dust,
baring the fragrance of balsam-pine leavings
scattered with the golden tinsel 
of Christmas garland. 
The ripening earth cracks smiles
toothy with tulip spears and narcissus cones.
The wind is sweet with kisses
and the jays laugh raucously 
in the grasping branches of maple.
The dust of days past dances joyously onward
dreaming of cozy eddies amongst the violets.
Oh, Spring of the golden tongue
play poet to my pen.

Road Rage

Roaring round roads raucously  
Orally overtly offending operators
Acrid antagonistic adjectives aired
Defiantly daring distracted drivers

Ranting raving railing
Aggravate annoy atrocious
Gregarious gone Goebbels
Exacerbate engage enrage

Haiku Crazy

Cacophonus crow
Raucously robbing robins..
Pandemonium


Pitiful petunias pray..
Salivating snail..
Duck delicacy

Sweet spring surprises
Doe dining delicately
Nature nourishes

Hungry hawk hovers
Quiet quail quakes and quivers
Corn cover conceals

Winners and losers
Natures game of survival
No reprieves granted



Won no. 10 spot

In the Neverland of Oz

i.


I had lost the entirety 
of my muchness
I watched a white rabbit 
dart in my peripheral 
as walkabout found my feet, 
the Red Queen laughs raucously
dangling me at the end of a Scepter


ii.


Tweedle Dee and Tweedle dum
know I am not Alice,
and that this is not my home


iii.


Arnhem calls to me
as the earth trembles
briefly, 
I feel the beating spirit
through the bush, 
and it tempts me with magic 
flowing from the Dreamtime


iv.


so I wait 
stroking the rainbow serpent
but ever watchful
of escape to a place
my heartbeats home 


in the land of Never and Oz

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