I rise with sun,with hope to try
I think and set,whom would be I !
I swim in sky ,all-day I breathe
I glide with birds,and songs I sing.
I laugh with sun,and talk to stars
I feel the heat,and catch the light
I play with rain,rainbow I touch
I fetch the clouds from hills & peaks.
And when I see, twilight with me
I smile and lick the orange flakes
Skyscapes I hug, farewell I bid
Then set wth Sun,and fall on land
I lay on land,I see the stars
Celestial glow and wet eyes
I miss the clouds,in sky they blow
I love the day,when I'll rise!!
Ah, the innocence of youth
to recapture it, forsooth
Pursue new kinds of pleasures
~ ditch the gin with vermouth
Intrinsically dull
he tried to raise hell...
In the card game of life
invariably shelled
The righteous suffer, the wicked flourish
that is how the world is nourished
The righteous cry it’s just not fair
the wicked howl ~ you’re immaturish
Some exude charisma
others, miasma
Public figures don
cloaks of phantasma
O, to be a Cossack
to be always on the attack
Slice ‘em up, carve ‘em up
Never look back
I hear it from everyone
Time stops for no one
Though it slows to a crawl
'neath a mean desert sun
lub-dub soft her noble heart
‘in absentia,’ torn apart
proxies sent to pregnant women
from ‘present moments’ indeed did start
O, speak yonder owl, filled with wisdom as you are
Tell me how I can swing from a star
Well, little chimpanzee, I’ve some advice for you
Keep the door to monkeyshines ajar
Poor me
It’s plain to see
My poetry’s flat
flat as can be
I think I’ll go awol
a bit after nightfall
Silence my critics ~
no end to it all
The teacher sets the tone in his classroom for the day
Be pleasant and be friendly, students want to stay
Walk in scowling with a frown upon your face
Good luck, teacher ~ as students turn away
Ongoing rows of trees
branches reaching binding
crawling braiding trunks of
olive trees capturing my senses
warm breeze glides down my
spine the ripened forestry handfuls
delightful ripeness historic scenery
as I mastered the monopoli landings
the essence of extra virgin oils pour
to perfection stored in tins we carry
them between the lemon zest aroma
of the countryside an afternoon filled
with pacifying my fancy with a charming
pinot noir settling down between the
largest tree trunks split into from thousands
of years of draping olives trees throughout
the hillside magnificent magnitude strength
balancing heritage while embracing culture
saving the old country the vanishing Puglia
Bronny James’ game
came up lame
demoted to the 'G-League'
~ fawning media's shame
She sent her prayer
into the air
Wherever it lands
He will be there
The truth is outdated
Falsehoods inflated
With hyperbole
created…
Fishing poles baited
wriggling worms slated
to reel in us guppies
addlepated…
Specific Types of Rubai Poems
Definition | What is Rubai in Poetry?