Short Fizzling Poems
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Festive fireworks foraging forcefully,
firework flames... flashing, floating, fading.
Families figure favorite fashions.
Friends find fizzling firecrackers.
Fireworks feature fantastic forms.
Frozen faces fathom fascinating festivities!
What the fish
Cannot do with force
It does with stashed funds
Fishy final throw
Of the dice
Fact
The fish is
Running short of water
Facing the funny billboard:
Fishy Fish and Facts
Every flying bird
- sly and sleek-
Ultimately lands
Somewhere somehow
Form:
as light
meets night
moon wanes
ink reigns
dusk bleeds
earth heeds
sizzling
fizzling
rose tears
blue spheres
waking
aching
sky streams
quartz dreams
fate's thrusts
heart trusts
soul's fire
sapphire ~
`The 112th congress quibbles, fickle, frizzing, drizzle of dubious dribble, while we wait, …on the sick, fickle, trickle of dribble ,from their quibbles of fizzling sizzle.
For and In Honor of Gwendolen Rix
And contest: Big Kid Tongue Twister Challenge
I DREAM
Soft dawn runs on dazzling morn to sizzling noon,
then to fizzling eve but not to mourn.
Dusty dusk merging at solitary nugatory night.
Yet not in despondence.
12/18/19
Original Poem 'Day Dreams' posted on 11/17/19
'Arbitrium Divisa 5' Contest by Gregory Barden
They chatter all merry
They cuddle so cozy
They are so in love
The world fizzling out
Intoxication borne of love
Fiery triads envisioned
Hearts embrace
Souls knot
Bodies promise
Scented gardens
Cupid arrows falling
Stars whispering
Cobwebs are parted
As lions awaken
Worlds taking form
Storm
ominous, dark
thundering, mellowing, drizzling
rainbow, colours, arc, promise
fizzling, fading, sizzling
radiant, brilliant
sunlight
June 22nd 2019
“Sparkling Diamonds” Poetry context
Sponsor: Joseph May
There once was a young man named Rig
his rectum two sizes too big
whenever he farted
his two cheeks they parted
expelling a fireworks fizgig
The fizgig it fizzled and hissed
as it came through out of the mist
we spluttered and we gagged
as on the fizgig dragged
and now we were thoroughly pissed
Rig laughed and muttered, “I’m sorry.
Passed as I stepped from the lorry.
The step was too high,”
he said with a sigh,
“of getting back in, I’m charry!”