(1)
fox pudding country--
oh my default performance
at manual bat!!!!!
(2)
profundity dung
preaching lard mop alchemy--
bum in Atlantis
(3)
putting my fortune
into charming herdsman's romp--
a tainted stuntman
(4)
putrefying glut-
ton's another monthly corpse
taunting attainments
(5)
pignut putty fumes
from slothful melting acorn
rot haunt iguanas
A blanket of cloud stretches
Obscures, keeps us blind
But I like to think there could be dragons
Flying just behind
Beyond the hefty, leaden skies
That endless cloak of grey
Brightly coloured reptiles
Might romp around and play
The weather here is usually
Dull and overcast
The valley stays in shadow
But if we could just see past
We might catch a glimpse of fire
Beyond that drab cloud cover
Dragons doing somersaults
Swooping with each other
There could be dragons behind the clouds
Maybe not, I wouldn’t know
Isn’t it nice to think
That they could be up there, though
To wander beneath lush morning trees
Imprinting varnish of leaves, anew
When July casts its charm with such ease.
~The mantle of summer decked in reds,
This cycle brings dazzle, to imbue
A warm gust embellished from voile threads.
While meadows parade their sizzled grace ,
I romp along grasses' mellow view
Till sunlight weaves its pour of embrace.
Brooks temperate quide these nimble toes
Lingering on, buds trickle on cue--
My arms tossed in whimsical repose.
Until night gently inks this wild sway ~
A prayer, a moment , this debut
Enthralls my soul...tinged by heaven's ray!
I had a little dog;
Her name was Lilly Mae.
She was such a silly girl
Who loved to romp and play.
Two dogs long
And half a dog high,
She was quite a funny sight—
Always by my side.
No matter where I wandered,
She was never far away.
My faithful little shadow,
My sweet and playful Lilly Mae.
Grey, hairy, beady eyes,
Scuttling away, spinning,
Webs of perversion,
Sticky tendrils wrapped,
Around my walls,
Breaching boundaries,
Like Halloween romp,
Long held fears,
Diverse, scary feelers,
Sqirting surface spray,
Their mandibles merge,
Guess we're all human,
But loathe spiders and pimps.....
Let’s all get ready for the Nutcracker stomp
We need to lift those legs high for a big old romp
The other nutcrackers looked like I was crazy of course
But stomping away was the Christmas horse.
She is a lifeline in the blue-black of davs
Curled on my lap, her sylf-like form rolls
All over the bed ... without guilt, without care,
Kitty girl Aubrey likes to frolic impishly
In dim of night as my tiredness kicks in,
And I would fondly grant an hour , raucous;
To hide --seek among boxes, messed clothes
While those Persian eyes peer with kindness
Much like watchful gazes as I leave by morn:
O tiny keeper-- we would romp, lilt raw laugh
Along Saturday fields...our picnic hideaway--
Her purrs quiding me ever to birthing of new bliss!
There is a pleasure in the wayward wood;
unmapped, where none have been or stood;
To revel in a reckless romp on a rampant shore.
To mingle with the Universe, with chaos in its core.
Please sir! Shake me, but never a stir.
Keep my flavors apart, avoid the blended blur;
for the glass remembers what has passed before,
and wants to shake me up, for once and ever more.
Mingling begins when friends refuse
to dance together, or to cuddle or schmooze.
The fracture hums, the doorway is left ajar,
inviting others in to outshine the star.
The sacred shun, while the silly can mix so readily,
wanting to see, and be seen, out there so steadily;
joining in, and dancing with everyone,
full of verve and fervor, playing in the sun.
Mingling loosens the taut, tense edges of self,
no longer locked away like bookends on a shelf.
We find that joining in does not split us apart,
but twines the threads of inclusion around the heart.
Shaken and softly poured, but never stirred,
the self converges, confluent; it's never blurred.
Becoming a course, and an unique ingredient,
that has a discrete taste, immediate and expedient.
Laughter peals and at the same time heals
Cats romp with their usual pomp and chase
Each other with their tails swirling and whirling
Kids run and play and enjoy the sunny day
The shadows bend and mock and the sun shines and
Bounces shapes from one side to the other
While the ringing squeals and peals of laughter
And screams of delight pepper the air with light
And the day becomes a giggle fest and the birds watch
From their nests, content to be alive on a spring day
With the world at play
Arthur Conan Doyle believed
the bright fae might not be myth,
maybe the Cottingley hoaxers
muddled his rational pith!
Perhaps if he'd gone to Ireland,
in groves of the Hawthorne tree
where troops of faeries romp wildly
weaving their magic to see.
Then he could think logically,
like a Victorian sage~
simple answers are often best:
believe, respect, always praise.
Benevolent tricksters, people
of the mounds parading forth
for good or ill, depends on your
deft-thinking and gifts of torte
Kids can never have their fill
Of sledding down a snowy hill
And naturally, our local place
Was packed with families who embrace
The city life and came prepared
To romp in spaces to be shared.
Their bright toboggans let them slide,
Enjoying extra time outside,
When normally, they’d be in class
Until the school day hours would pass.
Today, though, lessons would be taught
On Zoom, so every student ought
To be home staring at a screen
Which isn’t part of their routine.
So many bailed, I’d have to guess,
Based on the joy none could suppress.
These snowy days are very rare
And therefore, it is only fair
That every child who has the chance
Grabs all the fun that Nature grants.
Written: December 07, 2025, for contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley
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One day, the wiggle-wobble wobbliness begins to shake.
They writhed and jiggled in a truly amusing wake!
They dashed across tunnels and bounced on a breeze.
Tickled the blossoms, and sniffed the trees.
They gulped laughs, they sipped up the sun,
They hiccupped together—oh, what fun!
They painted the sky with a bubblegum tone.
And carve the skies with one or two stones.
Wizzle, a Woozle, exhibited socks on his head.
One other donned pancakes in place of his bread.
They drummed on their drums and shook their rattles.
With twiddly thumbs, they sang "Zibble-Zabble!"
Both the adults and the children laughed.
Wherever Woozles woo, they convey a raft
They educate us that stupidity is vibrant and bright.
That absurdity twinkles and tickles the night.
Thus, if you feel blue, grumpy, or gloomy,
Simply summon a Woozle; they will dance and draw me.
They will chuckle and wobble, rhyme and rattle;
And allow every moment to prattle.
delirious and incoherent
or deceived and undermined
often the woman in his life
caused such.
His wealth allowed him to
afford the company of
beautiful women some of which
were neither friendly or kind
his current beau was rumored
to be involved with several men
through the area
One said she like a cat
impulsiveness, and agreeableness
allowed her to seem kind yet to know her
and those that did often keep a certain distance
keeping a level of distance to obtain
a friendship the optimal level of intimacy
where she'd seemed busier than she actually was.
inconsistencies were often laughed off
a smile and kiss a romp now and then
she thought it would satisfy him, leaving her to appear
unapproachable and real opposed to eagerness
or over eagerness, loving and kind.
A friend of her.
You sachet round the aisle
Just to seek an earnest romp
You flash your crooked smile
More of your parasitic pomp
A masher and a cad
You ever prey on their desires
Take everything they had
Then put out their friendly fires
You'll laugh your life away
You're quite the jester, yes it's true
I've just come here today
Saying, the joke my bloke's on you
No one ever calls you friend
Nor will ever recall your name
When you reach the bitter end
You'll know you played a losing game
No mourners will be present
Teary-eyed beside your grave
No tender reminiscent
No fond knick-knacks left to save
Some may find it sad indeed
But, all the same, I find it just
Time to plant another seed
One more idiot in the dust
It is much cooler today
my dogs feel it
ready for the jump and romp
they give each other the dog stink eye
a long intense stare
I get out of the way
because this results in a crazy frenzied chase around the park
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