Roy G Biv
Rainbow order
has to do with music too
and math
Robin red breast
orange Julius
yellow bellied coward
Greenland
Blues music
Indigo’s child
Violets
Roy G Biv
a reminder of my childhood
and my teacher, Mrs. Kay
Here comes that song again
poignant romanticism... I hear Roy
admirable creator owner of pain and illusion
Nonsense Literature
In amputation, amputee a nation
Here we come! Here we are so! I woo thee!
In three we count and clutter, and toothless joyous, smiley me!
Giggling and stomping are they! Here they come! Brother keeper brethren herd! Feelings elation, rainbow, cuddly!
None knows why! Even though, they are in the hardest try! As it came along, seemingly!
Once wonder, why are they so ? Give them up and clear them all, aside!
Then the second passed, caused me a blast! Succumbed with a second tide!
To see them coming! To see them sharp! To see them with eyes closed, with a vivid gaze!
I and my laughter! We muse each other! We tickle each other throughout the day! See page!
Laughing surmised in moonlight, needle of the cuddly seamstress and the salvation of the angling boat!
The light beaconed high! The platoon of ants and the truth! The train and the brainless pain with oil coat!
Laughter we are in! We see the slates in we are in shine! The very first ones of the letters and slates among, silly!
Carbonated the gas in response! And the laughter enhance! Fanta and fantastic responsive, gluttonous belly!
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
He seems a very loving man,
A warmth he carries,
That can be felt
Even miles far away.
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
The heart laments the absence of warmth,
I only wish words few of love,
But often met with blows of curse,
I look on and on but no escape meets.
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
I know there exists still love latent,
Somewhere in the chains,
Waiting to be discovered,
By the full moon light.
I sigh at the sight of Mr. Roy,
I know the lamentations are sure to kill,
What lives little of hope,
I still seek the fatherly love,
But the clouds shroud the moon still.....
In dreams, I always wanna walk with Roy,
I think that my scary feelings ain't right.
I'm just running scared like a silly boy -
alone, so lonely, this feeling tonight.
Tell me, are you as lonely as can be?
I had long thought that I was over you.
How ever will you give your smile to me
and then, dearest darling, what can I do?
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue;
I'll be coming back some day, in some way,
with pretty pencils to write I love you -
precious words I'll never take away.
Roy's soulful serenades sung for decades;
due to his operatics, they'll not fade.
Mercy.
Sonnet 98 words Dedication to iconic songwriter and singer Roy Orbison.
Snippets from his many famous song lyrics make up this sonnet verse. Illustration of Roy in pen and colored pencil by G. Gaul.
Going to catch us both a rainbow.
Hop on for a ride.
Help me choose a colour
and lay down by my side.
Romancing on a rainbow.
Is little understood.
Eventually I'll catch one
and then I think we should.
So next time when it's raining
You know right where I'll be.
Out there chasing rainbows
just for you and me.
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Roy Rogers on Trigger his horse
Was a regular tour de force
He made it his quest
To clean up the West
Then end with a love song of course
2nd May 2022
High Noon poetry contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
I was in the middle of a PowerPoint
About Pastafarianism
Then I noticed someone in the corner
Not paying attention
Lost, looking tired
I heckled to him
"Paul, quick, candy-coloured clown..."
He found the song on his laptop
I checked the speakers and adjusted the volume
I picked
Up the microphone and sang, looking at the student in the corner...
"Go to sleep, everything is alright."
They listened and watched with great
Intensity
We had all dived within
I told them
I didn't want a golf ball-sized consciousness
I will put my Godliness in a jar
We looked at a quote from a character from Don Quixote
'God bless the man who invented sleep'.
Someone at the front raised his hand
"Why
Doesn't he just commit suicide then?"
Shelly in the second row asked me,
"Are you a Humanist?"
Before I
Could answer
There was a knock at the door
Just as
We had all
Dived-within
Alvin on my left said to me,
"God bless the man who invented sleep."
And I sang again and crooned to them,
"Go to sleep, everything
Is
Alright."
There was a boy
Named Rancho Roy
He had a horse
Whose name was Force
They loved to ride
Out far and wide
Force used to take
Him to the lake
Where he sat long
And wrote a song
Called "Rider's Hill -
Ride to your fill"
When they came back
He had a snack -
Fresh cake and tea
And cream cookie
Force his hay ate
Happily neighed
Rancho took rest
His life was best
04.21.2021
For Eve Roper's "Nursery Rhyme 5" contest
I found the narrow reflection
behind the mirror of my shade.
Here no one can spread their slogans
instead of me,
no one ever torture
the dream of being free.
I am better enough to feel
the breath of my own,
I am better enough to touch
the soul of my goal.
I am the only health of my dream,
I am the only king of my life.
a signal cloud
crying in a blue
sky trying
to make a
rainbow
with
help
from
his old
friend the
sun
but she is over
shadowed by his
greediness
and lust
but
not
for
the
gold
found at
the end
he wants
the whole
rainbow
itself
to
hold
to steal
especially
all of her
yellow
When you and I were children, many wonderful stories were read and told to us, and there were times when wanting to hear them again, we'd say something like this: "Mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, could you please tell me that story again? You know, the one about the stray shaggy dog."
Well, I have a friend who's now a missionary in Mexico. He once told me a story about his father that enriched my life. My friend's father, after the death of his wife, (my friend's mother), revealed to him his distaste for a certain food. Out of love and respect, his father had never expressed the matter to his mother or the family.
To me, it's a story of love, respect, and sacrifice. I tell you, it's a manly story. I would love to hear my friend tell that story to me again.
04172019cjPoSoup
I tried to cage the muse
I tried to cage the silverbird
I tried to hide the puma
I tried to hide the eagle
I tried to hide the art in I
I tried to pen just but a little
The cumulative pressure
The cumulative effect
I almost lost I..
Hitting the ground without a chute
Hitting the ground running
The guy on a wing and a prayer
Jehovah you are Elshaddai
You are My provider
I do now soar unhindered
I always want to soar free
I love the wind on my face
The scribble of mine pen
Gives I unrivaled joy
For art should never be caged
Its akin to stifling out
The very breath of life
Its akin to forfeiting life itself
An artist minus the art
....
Is like a zombie..
No flames of life..
No sparks of love..
An artist free your soul
Heed to your calling
Free thee from the chains
Don't sell thine soul
To an-others path
Roy you are but
A resource beneath
A cloud..
#Liberty Systems
Code 254
Ackmi Luis
Roy Reindeer was feeling romantic.
He’d gone from just lonely to frantic.
He’d soon be besotted,
for nearby he spotted
a lovely doe. She was gigantic!
Poor reindeer! For brains he had puddin’.
He wanted to mate, but he couldn’t.
In this strange encounter,
when he tried to mount ‘er,
he found this fine lady was wooden.
November 13, 2018 (UPI) “Woman films as deer tries to mate with
neighbor’s statues” Video available--a regular deer, but we can imagine . . . !
December 10, 2018, entered in Tania Kitchin's Funny Reindeer
Limerick Poetry contest
An Apache hid out in Dragoon
Was revealed by the sight of his moon
In Judge Roy Bean's twang
Came, "By God, you'll hang!
You caused Lily Langtry to swoon!"
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