Fred-dy Free-ble cannot sing
He has a wife and a pet
They need al-most ev-ry-thing
He has hid-den grow-ing debt
Fred-dy Free-bird wears a smile
ev-er since his sail-boat came
to a trop-i-cal i - sle
and he changed his sil-ly name
Don't cry, it will be alright
The hardest hours are late at night
When dark and silence fill the air
Into a fireplace I stare
Alone and sitting in my chair
Wishing you were with me there
An afghan warms me through and through
But cannot warm as good as you
It's you and me babe, say I do
And to you I'll say I do too
The hardest hours are late at night
Don't cry, it will be alright
My favourite spot is the South of France,
where I met my new love during a dance,
she spoke only french with a lovers lisp,
tall and elegant in a white gown crisp.
I knew but little of this foreign tongue,
where few words are said others stay in lung,
who gives a damn about this new language,
when with one beautiful I could engage,
I shook with her hips and danced in tune,
both full of French wine in that month of June,
drums and violin, loud female singer,
love in the air, good reason to linger,
shoulder to shoulder with our backs to back,
we took each moment, never were we slack,
soon it was midnight and the clock struck twelve,
she kissed my cheek and took of her silk glove,
end of evening but beginning of love…
….
that’s the reason, I love the South of France,
speak no French but fell in love with a dance!
Written 19/0/2022
My favourite Vacation Poetry contest
L Milton Hankins sponsored
10 syllables each line aa bb rhyme sequence- couplet form.
thoseies
what was i best at at work
throwing scrunched up paper into the bins
proud to be unproud
like to stretch elastiiiiiiiiiiiiic
evangelically
Still sitting on the sil of silly
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obtuse
sanity never had a use
all the fight never
one neo eon and on
End with a swung took
to everyone and their God
worthless to the point
burnt all the amed
now its ash
couldn't felt
write watt scrambled sword i
wanting the tare to come
and whatever takes its place
sinews of cuts and bruises
hold hands over
-----------------the schism chasm
i write because these words were mean
Tee up its new born other
vowels-----------------------my fingers-------------------------con stant ants
Betting on the ween
four thought
fore think
for thoughties to
the turn of the urn as it runs
the turn of the urn as it runs-all just a re-run
Lovely soul which is purely Silk
Owing to be my heart's genius loci
Valorously he seems to be Keen
Endeavouring me with cuddles aid
Mellowing my body with his finger
Yearns to listen my echoes ablaze
Perspiring thoroughly high heated
Aroused completely with his kisses
Rapid heart beat's thunders to recoup
Tensions awakened whole night & i
Never wrangle my lover's render
Evergreen is our reciprocation Foci
Reviving memories sews us intact
27-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Third place in the Contest.
Note1:Double Double Words To Bubble Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Note2:BRIAN'S SELECT 4,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Sleeping
Under the current
We peer through empty window
Shadows
Twisted thoughts
Of useless wishes
Surrounding our minds
Condemning
Sunlight is setting on the horizon
And a new day, has begun.
And I feel it crawling
Warmth soaking into my skin
My eyes close
As I'm smiling and thinking of you
It's trying to tell me that
My love is waiting
Wanting
So I fasten my pace
To head into a new direction
Twords you
Later we are lying
Caught up in the moment
A silent fan
Spinning upon the window sil
We no longer linger our shadows
They have been blown away
And the silence is peaceful
But still I fear the madness
Of what's yet to come
Unknown boundaries
Someone always crosses the line
Then the relationship turns spiteful.
Will it happen?
Or will it work
The biggest mystery
Each time
We always learn to late
But regardless
Of possible failure
Still we try
Humans are so intriguing
Under the current
When a new love breaks out
And I feel it crawling
But I already know
Even though it's under the current
It's only a matter of time
Lets just enjoy it.
Travelling the world,
Seeking the mystical poetess,
No Tomb too dark or scary,
No too evil Nazi so wary...
This Jewel must be returned
To the Soup Treasury....
(add your verse, sil' vous plait!) Email me @ Quasarttt228@aol.com for me to
amend.
An elephant lost his trunks,
And the kitten lost it’s socks.
“Ha Ha Ha!” the monkey says,
“You silly animals!” He mocks.
While the monkey laughs and taunts
One thing he doesn’t see.
The pack rat’s taking his shoes and gloves,
Now who’s the one that’s sil-ly?
“Where are my gloves? Where are my shoes?”
The monkey rants and raves.
The pack rat sits in the corner and grins,
All the animal’s things, he saves.
The pack rat’s stockpile is growing fast,
More quickly than you know.
The monkey’s still looking for his shoes and gloves.
While the stockpile continues to grow.