Rollicking Poems | Examples

Silly Love Songs

Mrs. Hickey, you’ve been on my mind,
just like a ball of twine
on a spool that never ends.
Though I’d never clapped an eye on you
my hands explored you:
feel the knees on me!

Hey, baby, let’s take a chance:
I left the condoms in my other pants.

Rollicking times,
late November back in sixty-three,
that’s when I shot John F. Kennedy
(superstar, but he didn’t get far).

Olivia Neutron Bomb,
you can ring my bell.

Gonna take a trip to Lonesome Town,
gonna stay at Heartbreak Hotel.
The aerial’s broke
can’t watch ‘Gunsmoke’
how are we gonna get by?
No BBC no ITV
above us only Sky.

Gypsies, stamp your feet.
Scrape that muck off your face.
Take your teeth out,
tell me what’s wrong.
Don’t go painting with emulsion.
Ain’t no sausages now.

There’s a ghost in my house.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.
We’ve got a liberal dad and a bachelor pad
and we do it.
Four hundred children and a crap in the field.
I can see Deirdre now Lorraine has gone.

I didn’t get the point 
of Barton Fink, though.

I think I’m turning Japanese,
I really think so.

ROY'S RIVER RIDE

ROY'S RIVER RIDE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.

Snippets of Spring vol 1

Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking

Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts

Believing in hefty heaving heroes

Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows

Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries

Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic 

Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries

Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams

Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels

Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels

Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic

Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
  
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle

Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka

It's Called a Rock Concert, Mom

    A rowdy, rollicking time 
        writhing in fresh mud and slime

     A pig might even call it ‘a bath’
        ~ didn’t mitigate mom’s wrath

Juggle Jams and Jiggle Jello

Hiya, howdy, hey, and hello.
Juggle jams and jiggle jello.
Jumping joyfully, and jolly,
try it in a tram or trolley.

Happy, hopping, silly stomping,
rollicking and rowdy romping,
bouncing, bubbly butterscotch,
hilarious, howling, hot hopscotch.  

Lofty leaping, crazy creeping,
slipping, sliding, squawking, squeaking,
Care for cookies, candies, or cakes?
Such silly sounds, for heaven's sakes.

Blown away by sheer delight

Rapturous joy, sets my spirit alight,
Gliding in free-flight, with shear delight,
The frolicking, rollicking laughter, fills the air,
With dancing and happiness beyond compare,
My heart is aflame, no fears in sight,
I'm blown away by sheer delight.

Simply Beyond Help

Zounds!
longing for a 
merciful descent into 
the terminal ground 
where smoky eyes
semi-watch
streams of
semi-(dis)information
exhaled from
smoking brains
on a mission
to search &
deconstruct

ticking clocks
taunt
timely bombs
lost in 
purple blobs
of
orange haze
awaiting
purging deluges
sprinkled with
white bolts of
blinding hell

the raving
raven's
feathers flicker 
while 
flippant tentacles
grope skyward
for
divine decisions
tickling 
a sickly brain
  that
  bemoans
  its feckless fate

we shall overwhelm
a sizzling planet
striving for
  brief moments of holiness
in a pit of
squirming soothsayers
  de-coupling
  from
  determinism
becoming
tomorrow’s 
sorrow

Mercy me!
a pseudo-prayer
crawls out of
a mournful mouth
(“help me Help MeHelpMe!!”)
  muttering
  monotonic mantras
  replete with
  rollicking ruminations
  reverberating from
  titanic implosions
  in the dark
  deep sea of
  terrible time

In conclusion...

simply

beyond

Help

Sea Dogs

the sea is high and running
sails are fighting for the shore
skippers in their shrimp boats
are hauling in

blow wind blow
none of us are sailors here
we are washed up on this Tiki bar
mugs foaming and topped to the brim
Umbrella drinks fizz and tipple
oysters and crabs
salting our ready tongues

if the night leaves us a roof
to drink under
if the sky don't drown
or waves don’t slosh and spray

we will untangle all our nets
so torn by frets
and row this rollicking night away

Raucous

Raucous

Raucous, rollicking rain
Rambles on hills and plains,
Relishes rumbles in
Raptures of raw laughter,
Raindrops razzle-dazzle,
Rambunctious and rowdy,
Riots of rakish rascals

Petitioning Spring of Tomorrow

Smile, O spring, smile, upon crimson arc of morning
Grinning through willows filtering golden sunbeams,
Sparkling from eyes of dew, glinting realms pristine,
Reveling through prairies, giggling tenor of streams, 
Glistening core of purple-iris, soul of flaxen-pansies.

Waltz, O spring, waltz, shimmying blushing peonies,
Meandering with butterflies chasing nectar carefree,
Bouncing moods of bees from tree to flowering tree,
Elated strumming rhythms fluttering woody-foothills,
Grooving with meadows, humming lyrics of winds.

Sail, O spring, sail, rowing glee of seas-undulating,
Buoyant on spirits rushing from rivers, tributaries,
Traversing through terrains, once frigid, decaying,
Zealous now to venture, to rollicking side of being,
Surfing waves questing summer of sandy beaches.

Dream, O spring, dream, of mythical northern lights,
Glimpsed from garden of sumptuous white gardenias,
Through womb of dawn, hued in lavender of lilacs,
Preening beauty of flora, scintillating dawning aura,
As yonder of skies shimmers motifs of green aurora.

Charm

Amidst dulcet tones of mid-day
a friendly hum tickles my ear
before rollicking into view

My eyes cavort, my head does sway
I'm led in dance as it draws near
cool in temper and warm in hue

Its beauty boasts in modest May
its curiosity sincere
now where there was one, there are few

A rainbow of colors array
these flying jewels, I endear
we share a smile then bid adieu

Moments of frisson, chill the arm
as a witness to nature's Charm

The Waiting

Sitting on a pew
Grilling and skew
Cravings that streak
Gravy of the mountain peak.
Sauces and condiments laid
Sprinkled, dashed and said
Vegetables, meat and bread
Cooked, baked and knead.
Reserving, consuming energy from tree
Drinking, nibbling like spree.
Waiting for the next bonfire and gaze
Rollicking with charcoal, dust and blaze.
A shooting star from the night so dark
Oozing with smoke and might that spark
Writing your name in the dark board of chart
Weaving canvass in your heart of art.

The Boys

When I was with my mates,
my pals,
in my age - in that ageless era,
idiots all.

We had fine old rollicking times.
We had Vespa's and Lamberti's
then we had Norton's and Triumphs
leather and hard looks.

We rode drunk on ourselves,
spinning along on our fake paths
into inglorious adulthood,
a green maturity just a few short miles
down the road.

The girls were fast,
they grew up ahead of us;
some waited for us boys
to catch up,
most found men with jobs.

The plain girls that waited
holding a bitter grudge on us
even to this day.
Though in truth

we are blessed to linger on
astride our broken wheels
while we wave idiotically at each other
wobbling along catcalling
to the grave.

Merrily Rollicking

Comical how the squirrels are frolicking
In the leaves that have covered the ground
At least a dozen of them merrily rollicking
Nipping and chasing each other all around
Their eager playfulness is so astonishing.

Written October 3, 2022

An Audible Fall

This Fall the woods in West Virginia
will blast out loud with a blazing plethora
of audible colors
that will begin gently with a rustle
then build upon that painted whispering
into a vocalization of such intense tones
that will eventually POP
! -
raining down a bright leafage of glorious flight,
and blazing away an autumnal sound
of both glory and respite;
an interim death

that will rise up
after a winery slumber with the sweet
green songs of an awakening Spring.

Here in West Virginia where I do not live
or call that place my home,
but visit with a sensitive ear at this time of year,

while I watch the trees rollicking-out
their rainbow party-songs at the edge of loss.

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