The tremolo of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when nightfall scans
An almost dim backdrop, gripped
By low warbles from birds' paean
Indistinct as dusty tunes--a whip, wallop
A whistle of drones becomes
dangerous and still;
Throaty on a lane of funeral's last rites:
The hazily drawn view turns ambient...
it is another blasted evening
Moistening wail of eyes with monotone lull
that I hide my face
from past autumnal romps
reminding me of chimes, soft cuddles
pressed in heavenly light...I whisper
to a young silhouette now cradled
By the starkest of blue stars...
Tunes stale,
while jays moan on the horizon, until...
This is another night, deceiving myself
to be awake...blinded by the sight of
my own surreal wisp of a mellow dream
raking and turning into long reveries,
where something once pleasant is now so trite-
that Illusions of fresh morn quickly blacken
... snuffing whispers of a shadowy wind
slowly retracing its glide into my cries.
Every night, at the sight of darkened moonlight
purple lines of evening air heralds pain--
wind arriving from behind, hushed and still,
that I hide my face from such musky flavor,
carrying scents of our autumnal romps
and remind me of wind songs, play, soft cuddles
pressed in heavenly light, to whisper love
about you, young son high up now with blue stars:
And In his court are a thousand jewels
twinkling from afar with this soft wind cuddling
me in your arms to say, ' all is right, Mama.'
Losing a pet is like losing a piece of your soul,
A faithful companion, now gone, leaving a hole,
In your heart that feels raw and empty,
Memories of their love, oh so plenty.
Their wagging tail and gentle purr,
Their eyes that sparkled, so pure,
Their presence brought joy and light,
Now replaced by an endless night.
No more romps in the backyard,
No more cuddles, no more guard,
A void that cannot be filled,
A wound that cannot be healed.
Goodbye, old furry friend.
The story of Bambi and his delightful friends Thumper, the rabbit, and Flower,
the skunk, his mother and father, The Great Prince of the Forest has been
read to kids for years. It is a beautiful story but has a great sadness too.
Bambi lives in the forest with his mother,
and his father The Great Prince of the Forest.
All day Bambi romps and plays with his friends
Thumper the rabbit and Flower the skunk.
But, his father warns him about the hunters,
waiting in the meadow ... we all know the rest !
But, in my version, Bambi's mother is not killed,
the forest is not set on fire, and his mother comes
home to their den safe and kisses Bambi to sleep.
The forest remains green and lush and Bambi,
grows up big and strong and has lots of babies,
while Bambi's mother becomes a proud grandma.
Musings of Word Whisperers
Beloved lovers of words
love wordplay and twiddles
riddles and entwining romps
entangling twists and turns
Xanadu may exude such percussive bliss
Youthful romps and a coy stolen kiss
Lightly tapping in jaunty melifulous splendor
Orpheus muse prances playfully tender
Pounding with swift light jazzy flourishes
Heart and soul the xylophone nourishes
Oblivious to troubles I cannot stop my feet
Notions of love brightly swing to the beat
Each crisply chimed note a gift beyond sweet
So it's back to love, gonna write about love
My favourite subject besides giggles
The thrill, the passion, the heat of the moment
Makes me wanna wiggle and jiggle
Love makes me act in very strange ways
As if I'm possessed by some demons
Always been a very prim and proper man
Really can't imagine the reason
Maybe I'm reliving my teenage years
Heard you do when reaching old age
Those romps in the hay with the girl next door
When teenage hormones just raged
Well this didn't turn out the way I expected
It's void of the lovey dovey stuff
So I'm gonna sit right down and try again
Sometimes I find it real tough
Queueing for busses
Even though not going far
Been queueing for busses
Ever since I sold the car.
I still can’t believe
What a bus passenger hears.
What have i been missing
For all of those years?
I sit there quietly
Occupying my place
Trying go maintain
An unmoving face.
I hear about adultery
Uninhibited sex
Heaven only knows
What I’ll hear next.
Delinquent children
Beaten up wives.
Don’t people these days
Lead such disjointed lives.
The best are young women
On their mobile phones.
They seem to think
They're in worlds of their own
Yet they all seem to speak
In a manner so loud
As if they are fighting
The noise from a crowd.
Admissions of guilt,
After fun filled nights,
Lurid descriptions
Of esoteric sights,
Three in a bed romps,
Translucent underwear,
Just some of the things heard
While quietly sitting there.
Sometimes I’ve travelled
miles further than I intended
Just to hear how
A good story ended
Queueing for busses
Even though not going far
Been queueing for busses
Ever since I sold the car.
I still can’t believe
What a bus passenger hears.
What have I been missing
For all of those years?
Rex and Reza were buddies
who lived in Afghanistan,
which they both had to leave mighty quick
for fear of the Taliban.
Rex enjoyed special treatment
and left on the next available flight.
Reza for his part had no such luck.
What caused his miserable plight?
Let me explain to begin with.
Reza was a man, no alsacian.
he risked his all to serve the UK,
but received no help from this nation.
Rex enjoys choice morsels in the officers' mess.
He romps in fields of clover,
but for Reza, sad to say,
his troubles are far from over.
After many a danger and many a peril
he escaped to a cold French strand.
the English coast was now his goal,
but there he failed to land.
The British navy picked him up,
by which time they had passed a new law.
For all the sacrifice he made
Rwanda is opening its door
The big jolly fellow in dead of the night
laughs and giggles
romps and plays
twists and turns
in so many ways
he shrinks with a touch
to the top of his hat
and rides on the air currents
far better than that
he slides down your chimney
with toys in his sack
his giggling chuckle
will take up the slack
all year he works
from morning to dusk
breaking a sweat
in the smell of the musk
the magic of love
makes his heart swell with pride
as he takes out his reindeers
for Christmas to ride
Merry Christmas everybody
*Image of Starting Anew by Tiny Buddha.
Starting Anew
Silhouette ... framed sources,
pirouette ... beams courses.
Our sun stabs, some slept sky,
as rays jabs, blue clouds wry.
All-round us, trading prompts,
dawns a plus, new day romps.
*Picture #4
RZ & PS checked
2021 August 10
*2nd Place*
In Essence 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 August 27
Tales of O’Laddy and Lassie
A sly Irish snake named O’Laddy
Thought he could hide from St. Paddy
Hid in the clover
Devious rover
Found in green Irish stew ending badly.
Lassie the cow, wild Irish rover
Romps in the hay - rolls in mint clover
Her milk all shook up
Now things go a-muck
Sells minty shakes at McDrover's.
Contest: Limericks in Honor of St. Patrick’s Day
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
3-5-21
It's in fashion here, in the United States, to hate.
It's so depressing, what a weight!
As if hate were a trophy or prize?
We hate, long before we think or analyze.
People who don't think just like us?
We consider them less than dust?
Don't believe me, then read the poetry!
Even in POTDs', hate romps with zero humility
The Blame Game is in full force here.
Just lots of tears in a cold beer!
It pains me to watch cities burning.
And people cheering~stomach churning.
The evil here are considered good?
While the good are terrorized in their neighborhoods!
Social media does not help!
It spreads riots and hate, the good are left to yelp!
We forgot how to be understanding.
All we know is how to do is be overly demanding.
0ther countries mercilessly put us down.
As though they had no problems or political clowns!
It's time, I say, to look to your own nation.
The Communists think they are a sensation?
Try to be human, not part of an enraged crowd.
Ask for God's help, for crying out loud!
2/16/2021
~3~
standoff
feline green eyes stalk
canine paws crouch in pounce mode ~
play erupts fun romps
1-25-21
Contest: Moment in Nature
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
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Which pair of shorts to wear today
What color T-shirt best romps around and plays
Should I sleep in 'til eight, eight-thirty, or nine
How about 9:30, Central Daylight Time...
Hmm. It's ten already. To heck with breakfast
Before you know it, the sun'll be heading west
Think I'll mosey out back and catch a few rays
What a way to start another lazy summer's day...
Huh? I have a job to do? The toilet needs cleaning?
Oh, well. From useful work I thought I was weaning
Alright. OK. I'm on it. Give me about half an hour
Then it'll be time for my morning shower...
Ah! Nothing like luxuriating, using up all the hot H2O
So much for the laundry in the washer. That's the way it goes
And now, let me see. Oh, my! It's nearly one!
Time for lunch. And then my morning will be done...
As you see, I've got it really rough
When the tough got going
They left me behind ~
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