Creepy tree witch shows off her tights and her shoes.
We are afraid of her, she causes us doldroms and blues.
Some of the others have run off. It is what they choose.
I hold my ground and stare at her as she gives me boos.
You are not a ghost, goblin or ghoul I saucily say.
I think I am within my rights to say it this way.
Creepy tree witch stares and says, “I think I like you.”
In that immediate instant I think I like her too.
Categories:
saucily, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Quatrain
Prancing purple polliwogs playing prissily
Querying querulous quail quite quietly
Reviving romantic roosters respectfully
Sassy swooning swans sighted saucily
Tempting tenuous trickster trout tastefully
Categories:
saucily, animal,
Form: ABC
Haphazard and homeless, he has heartfelt hiccups in New Hampshire.
She saucily and sassily sashayed steadily, sometimes secreting syrup.
Torn, talented, and tenuous, their first meeting was morose and dire.
But belligerent Bella began to boss, unconsciously uniting them up.
Entirely accidentally, they ended up with eighteen children and a dog.
Knowing nothing about spaying, they ended up with sixteen litters.
They lived nefariously, nevertheless at the end of Boris’s Bountiful bog.
No one understood why they could never retain any baby sitters.
Categories:
saucily, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Bubbling up in a spidery translucent glow
Cellophane rainbows pranced prettily
It was a mysterious concoction fit for the gods
or in this case a goddess of prophecy who had forgotten herself
Shaddah had brought her best ingredients to the amethyst altar
Using her Grandmother Jeannie’s famous Wiccan kettle
Mixer of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
Translucent neon colors rose into the spellbound ether
Shaddah felt whole for the first time in ten years
Perhaps she was worthy of her grandmother’s beliefs
About her goodness and her prophetic abilities
Talents and ideals she had forgotten began to swirl in front of her eyes
Glorious paintings created themselves inside the mist
She knew she was looking into the future, and she was the artist
Poetry and songs began developing inside the mist
Windows slammed shut as if by an invisible hand, startling her
Shaddah was alone in the dark, staring into a mirror like elixir
Her hopes and dreams and wishes were all here
Parading around saucily, daring her to be herself
Was she up to the challenge? A whisper told her she was ready.
Categories:
saucily, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Goldfish stumble upon a princess
Ruby of the sea? Charlie guesses.
They swim to get old Tom
Who is floating close to a gaggle of mermaids.
Come quickly! Charlie says to their wisest resident.
He is an alarmist, so Tom moves not a whit
Besides, these mermaids are tasty and beautiful.
Charlie looks to see what is captivating Tom
Come take your turn Tom says, handing over binoculars.
Those sirens are poison! Charlie says saucily.
One turns and winks at him, proving his point.
If they are gone when I get back it will be tragic for you Tom warns.
But never the less they head to whatever wanderlust
Charlie and his cousins have in mind today.
What is the humanoid leaning on? Charlie asks.
Clocks I think, Tom says. I think they call them that.
What do they do? They make time whisk away
Before you know what has happened.
Is it Ruby of the sea? Charlie asks, remembering the premonition.
Mystify me once, shame on you, thinks Tom.
Mystify me twice, shame on me.
Unsure, Tom says. But she could be.
It is a she? Charlie asks. He has not heard this word before.
Or it is a clock, Tom says. Maybe it is the clock.
Maybe the other things are the she.
Categories:
saucily, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Wisps of inspiration, subtle spiritual delight
Muse dances on gray beam, flashing saucily
Letting in nurturing light, gentle sweet softness,
Night’s magic flute, calls to your soul voice, level unknown
Except in natural light dream state.
Angelic whispers, tittering, so subtly, kindly unnoticed.
Reflecting ethereal power of soul’s honesty mirror.
Daytime words given gracefully during dream magic.
Ancestral flow, unbroken, understood, unrehearsed.
Nightly heart-soothing REM sleep magic.
Poet floats effortlessly near God’s sweet heavenly gate.
Muse satisfied, deep sleep welcome, mind undisturbed.
Humanity restored, truth satisfied, magic sand sprinkled
With heartfelt and pure spirit, inspiration resumes at soul level.
Written 9-9-2018 Contest 495
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
saucily, dream,
Form: Free verse
Snow storm with a name
I faced the storm
A nor'easter came
With winds whistling
It howled with rage
Each hour it gotten stronger
Harsh winds were a blowing
I saw as the night start
Shadows of snow-flakes, shining
Tumbling into snowy ecstasy
Crescent moon smiled down
Hidden within the shadows of eve'
Before long, the moment of fury
Was devouring in twinkling vanity
Street seethe was making big appearance
In frantic, theatrical, vigor
Clammy with sweat, as the night ascend
Snowy scatter, whirly, whirl
Twisted, white and gemmed
Among, great white columns
Groaning in whitened envy
Rushing with mirth
Amid rustling sounds, through the weeds
As sobbing winter-end groaned saucily
Stagnant air was filling up
And breezing through without a care
Frigid wet snow vomitted, breathlessly
A la mode the terrestrial terrain
Whilst, morning rised in orchestral splendor
As pristine wintry morn' prayed faintly
Snapping and rippling with glee
In aftermath, the crystalline whiteout
Laughed and giggled, insidiously
Into the mist of peaceful bliss
As God drew nature in artistic flurries
And snow angels danced into the day
Categories:
saucily, nature,
Form: Free verse
In an epoch and era far removed from ours,
Dwelt two golden gophers on the planet Mars.
Asked one of the other, while hugging his interplanetary car,
Saw you not that adorable smooching star?
Returned the second, scarce nanoseconds later,
Emptied you the mandarins and mayonnaise from yonder refrigerator?
Pondered the first, his coiled intestines wildly blinking,
Might you, the second, a new green navel be seeking?
All in all, a night out on the town spun saucily well,
Jousting at cosmic parlance in a galactic epoch nonpareil.
Categories:
saucily, future, humorous, planet, space,
Form: Light Verse
If you had a baby
And you live in New York City,
Likely he’d be Jayden,
Which would really be a pity.
Eight hundred other newborns
All were given that same name.
Originality might not be
Jayden’s claim to fame.
For New York City baby girls,
The top choice on the list
Was Isabella, now that Ashley’s
Somehow been dismissed.
When parents agonize to pick
A name they find unique,
It really has to put a crimp
In part of that mystique
When, on the playground, they call
Isabella! or shout Jayden!
And fifty little toddlers
All come saucily paradin’.
I guess those parents might have gone
With Enoch, Oona, Veer;
Those monikers were at the bottom
Of the list last year.
To brand-new parents, though, whose babies’
Lives have just begun,
Their Jayden or their Isabella
Is the only one.
Categories:
saucily, introspection, people, parents, new
Form: Rhyme