Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
Categories:
selector, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Are the exploits slowly fading of the folk who forged this land?
Are there more important factors, today for us to understand?
Are we prepared to lose our national character?
Erase our borderlines, and forget about Australia,
where squatter and selector, fought fire, flood and drought …
the Shearer and the drover helping cut the wool clip out.
Self-reliance in this dry land; suspicious of authority,
physical and mental toughness, laconic humour tempered eagerly.
The exploits real and fabled, our robustness could quite relate,
so in our generation - old qualities are ours to celebrate,
for the musterer and stockman on a cattle or sheep run.
The swaggy and the bagman tramping 'neath the burning sun.
The diggers and the miners. with their quest for precious ore.
Bushrangers and the troopers who were the lawless and the law.
The footsteps of explorers and those who died in war.
Bullocks and the Walers; axe ring and crosscut saw.
'T'is for the struggle of our pioneers,
and who's souls we can’t restore,
that we must preserve the heritage,
of Australians who have lived before.
Categories:
selector, history,
Form: Ballad
Sweet beautiful butterfly that sails the celestial seas,
With narcotizing nuclei that brings me to my knees…
Spreading gaseous light, throughout the multiverses’,
A scintillating sight, where immortal love immerses.
Benevolent butterfly, bring me to Heaven's shore,
Intoxicating the candy eye, with visions to explore…
Gorgeous galactic wings, movement of the spheres,
Clusters of superstrings, nebulas geometric gears.
According to context of Stars, we are all merely dust,
With moons sharing scars and novae ready to combust…
Amongst the Sands of Time, fast fading away to cinders,
Creating a new paradigm, within God's flourishing fingers.
June.11.2019
Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Pic #1
Music snippet by... Pendulo-Zayrus Selector Odeon
Placed 5'th...Thank You
Categories:
selector, space, spiritual, stars,
Form: Rhyme
A handheld hardware is a manual mouse
Used to position or place a cursor
On a computer screen or flat surface
To be the user's item selector.
The pointing device performs an action
By clicking chosen function on display;
Allowing user to do the purpose
With much precision all throughout the day.
Cursor controller can move and pick text,
The icons, folders, and files are managed;
It walks in a pad or in a smooth desk,
Filled with wide wisdom, insight and knowledge.
An optical mouse works in distinct way,
Shining a bright light down onto your desk;
The effulgent glow comes from L-E-D,
As computer's view is quite picturesque.
The different types of the mighty mouse
Include optical, trackball, and laser;
Mechanical, ball, wireless, and others
Are a marvelous fine handheld hardware.
Categories:
selector, poems,
Form: Quatrain
Saw A Real Rector
Went to church to see a real rector,
Who my wife had been the selector;
Was profound,
In each sound;
Sermon sweet like newfound nectar.
Jim Horn
Categories:
selector, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Chewed promises, butter veiled short comings
Musky frame, gentle embrace quite soon
When captor salaciously swings
Ego plunged like deflated balloon
Stock ignored for lisping with a sound wing
In agora of beings, selector loon
Shows how step to moon, mankind reached summit
At acme, primal drive tests our limits
Categories:
selector, life, philosophy, truth,
Form: Ottava rima
.
The hill of life
may start out easy
but I keep my eyes
on the summit in the clouds.
.
When the rocks start
they tell me
persistence in the best selector.
I grit my teeth.
.
The summit is not green.
The cliffs around it
call me to accident,
and my jaw now hurts.
.
Here in the depths
of the valley, I nurse my bruises.
One of the eliminated, looking up,
I laugh the laugh of the embarrassed.
Categories:
selector, education, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
Oh No Not Again
Another advertiser us he just did call
And pretended we weren't here at all
Wonder what this time will it be for?
Something about my muscles being sore.
Another bright idea on me did dawn
Press off button and they will be gone
And while we are watching our TV
Who is calling message there seems to be.
Automation may be good for many things
My alarm comes on and someone sings
Have an ISP who is a computer connector
On microwave and range have a selector.
Lifted my computer top and it came on
What we like best is when we are gone
Can get our air conditioner to start
On command from many miles apart.
So it seems like for every situation
Automation can come up with a creation
For any and everything we would need
Except separating grass from each wild weed.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Can care for the complicated but gets
confused with the plain and simple.
Is he or she a Republican or a democrat?
Who from all the land lives off of its fat.
Categories:
selector, humorous, political,
Form: Couplet
Selective Memory
Yesterday's memories
made new again.
never let me forget
I hold onto pieces
of
my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
Who selects these
memory samples?
The smile, the one
dimple
the pinch-able
cheeks.Chin with cleft..
To love you was
so simple.Love
reasoned out in
tantrums and pouts--
Pull the plug
Old water down the
drain
new rain in water
spouts-
transferred hugs-on
memory lane.
I hold onto those
pieces
of my life,fresh new
dresses
twirling
-twirling,hair
curling,
curling - falling
tresses of
festive locks.
I invested in no bad
stock.
We dance in
our memories with
great ambition-
every move precision -
Who made this
decision?
Not aware of why
these memories
were chosen by the
selector to re-main.
I hold onto pieces
of my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
Categories:
selector, memory, old, spiritual,
Form: Verse
There's a room where the
dead are sent.....
a room between heaven
and anarchy.
the room assigned to the living
has a higher power known as the
"SELECTOR"
The Selector assigns those who have died
to a room that connects them to one single
living person.
it's the experience and wisdom of the dead which are
assigned to us.
they are told to view our lives
our words
our movements.
They are our coughs sneezes,we are unable to yawn.
the day dream the long afternoon sleep
the feeling that you have been there before.
Categories:
selector, fantasy
Form: Free verse
37 % of adult Americans eat to live; the remaining 63% live to eat. This latter group is
classified as overweight/obese. The protagonist in this literary work is one of them.
She sits alone on a stuffed chair
That once had rigid, durable
Springs; but that was a hundred pounds ago.
Today this amoebic, shapeless
Behemoth is eating a pie-
a large pizza with anchovies.
She is separating her fifth
Piece but momentary pauses…
Burps, and with her greasy fingers
Gropes for the channel selector
And rapidly surfs the channels
until she reached the food network.
She resumes eating the fifth piece
Eyeing the remaining pieces.
Categories:
selector, food, health
Form: Verse