When the purple turtle visits the supermarket the heels are worn in two. Heaviness and heaving are one and the same.
The exact trajectory of a star is never the same as reducing a pile of eggs to a penny and the wisdom of a wise willing charlatan is never to be trusted when dressed up as a fox.
The fox is not a fox for it is indeed pretence and as pretences are not pretty but pretentious it can be ascertained that a screwdriver can be a skewer for a meat pile of mametz can be a mammoth montage of mammals.
What can you say when you sleep with the hay asked the lime flea to the capon cabbage?
Sense of humor
Good skewer
Fair, nice rumor.
when on table went bust
Horn Haiku I had to adjust
tell tale and into head thrust
God forbid what I did
was to act like a little kid
who had flipped his (her or their) lid.
when we had an urge
after there will be a surge
are required to purge
(did play a dirge)
(have to see a surge ((surgeon))
(erupt when we encourage)
(would disappear when we did discourage)
(prefer pizza with my porridge)
(when the bells would ringy
I did become dingy)
on side watched boat list
when my point you must have missed
would become an anarchist (anti-Christ)
would be weak and weary
God could made weather dreary
tune we should carry
(which would seem very scary)
(which may vary)
(when we quoted a query)
while God is great and pure
made us safe, sane and secure
life we can endure
(what we knew for sure)
(life can be a cure)
(destroyed by der Fehrer)
(we would take a tour)
(cooked meat on a skewer)
(saw on an auto Gravier)
All of you Parrotheads covered with oil
And feathers, and signs, and pins
— Jimmy Buffett (Margaritaville)
COCONUTS
Coconuts are bosom buddies
for some Parrotheads. The
twin cups (A, B, C, Double D)
pair up nicely with a grass skirt.
Margaritaville twines with
party swines. (if your in Oahu)
Coconuts can’t be breached
by hand. Skewer two,
for me and my love,
and slide in a straw.
Don’t let coconuts fall.
They can knock you out,
or revive your senses.
Especially true, when
your surrounded by
an army of ‘nuts,
on a tropical isle.
Drink them in! Palm trees
swaying, danger lurking,
especially on Gilligan’s Island.
I confess, I’m crazy
for coconuts. Don’t get me started
with coconut - cocktails, or flakes,
or shakes, on cake…
Some forty years back, in Time Magazine,
Saw I a narrow missing of bald head
By the bullets from Hinckley’s magazine
He had reserved for Ronald Reagan’s head,
Save that they had agreed about his ribs:
If Cowboy still lived, talk like babes with bibs…
The missed lucky skull that of a press man
I still remember bald, some kind of pan,
The Guy having bent down to catch his note,
Able to fast do so in a thick coat…
God! It must have been some sacred jotter
And this it proved against shorts that totter…
Either Satan forget his script and ways
Or God had sought to lengthen his days;
Still the jotter was his damned rescuer,
When Hinckley had wanted to heads skewer,
The jotter qualifying for the archives;
If you asked me: Deliverers’ Archives!
pork turns to bacon
goat turns goat stew buchada
ox turns to skewer
Before you hire that cleaner,
Check their pockets for 3 things that will get your house cleaner.
A wooden toothpick will get rid of the gunk that stops your taps being cleaner,
A wooden oven skewer has a longer reach to make an oven cleaner,
A tooth brush to work its magic to get clean even cleaner.
As one saunters by the bubbling brook
fixated on intricate crannies and nooks
quaint voices encircle, relaying rhyme
in a plethora of rhythms, perfectly timed
Adonis blue butterflies flaunt their wings
messages ensue as four swallows swing
in between worlds, swept into a dream
as one finds a path up the sunlit stream
Kingfishers perched on the bared roots of
a tree skewer some fish for afternoon tea
an otter prepares a fresh banquet of cray
wind rustles the birch to faint calls of a jay
Wrens nesting in the hedgerows nibble on seed
Willow sheds her woe down by the water reeds
Damselflies rest upon a cast of white flowers
as rolling clouds breakout in freshest shower
Thumb crush caterpillar fuzz follicle woven wire bent
Pipe cleaner indetectibly clamps fluttery paper crepe
Tiny tear splinter injury etched on crinkled parchment
Puncture forms an institute to forthwith contemplate
Together classified as flower, louloudia beauty flaunt
Plumage lurid thrives beside finite petal flop contrast
Tactical iron hand velvet glove primes formal contort
Proclamations crafted after careful strategy prefaced
Ruffled rogue construct erects its garish occupation
Origami hegemony laughs at limp stemmed genuine
Traditional rotted rose heavy heads rely on hydration
Pointed silver skewer stamen expands phenomenon
Sixteenth February
- Pseudo Society -
Mountain river less frigid,
frozen waterfalls crack
Ice spear impales torso
entering through his back
Perished upon a skewer
preserved neatly stacked
Unseen inside the ravine
a glazier starts to attack
Grinding away on boulders
down gully's, erosion tracks
His lifeless body still inside
is gradually turning black
800 years doing hard time
ice tomb at last goes slack
Releases a lifelong prisoner
Worse for wear, fully intact
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
11/14/21
In the legend of one,William Tell
an archer& Swiss-born rebel
Such accuracy & skilled know-how
but,to an Austrian hat would not bow.
So had to skewer an apple on his son's head
this obedient lad trembled &said
keep your eye's open father,please
& dear Papa,do not do not, sneeze
I don't wish to sound an alarm
But ladies are losing their charm
My thingamabob
Appears shish kabob
And they aim to skewer the farm!
Good restaurants in Charlotte.
Pump House and Improper Pig.
God is good shepherd
had heard my cat when it purred
which often occurred
church should not decline
will like the bread with bright wine
have been back in line
bear was big polar
where we saw holy roller
energy solar
God to the rescue
a big crowd always drew
disciples a few
God was rather tall
out loud we could hear Him call
lovely Son in stall
God is good and pure
His home took us on a tour
grilled steaks on skewer
God set our paces
sat in alternate spaces
brank beer by cases.
where sure to survive
God did teach us how to drive
we remained alive
God made much emotion
caused a lot of commotion
love and devotion
(and big explosion)
(received promotion)
problems are facing
communion we love tasting
none of it wasting
what God would propose
be sure that everyone knows
from legs took off hose
we had been involved
God all our problems solved
energy evolved
had put on His coat
God headed towards Shallotte
(road in a big boat)
(will be sure to vote)
AZAFRAN dances tango well
SPANISH IN ARGENTINA.
Divinely harmonized
in the vinaigrette, onion, pepper
and tomato ... it's the joyful sound
of the barbecue music ...
In phenomenal pas de deux
the carrot and rice ...
When alone, the tomato is whole
BLUSH in FLASH ...
Peas drummed on the plate
waiting for the skewer of
strange dance of forks ...
Potatoes are made COCKTAILS
when from POMME DE TERRE
are announced ...
It's gastronomic festival on the tables
and in salads ... or in the Chinese pagoda
of "barges"
Festive dance of dancing vegetables
at its own party ...!
Creation
flames of fire spew from crusted fissures of earth
a horse of ambers climbing black clouds appears
riding through flowing lava the promised one is here
trampling every man, woman and child in his path
laughing, yelling prepare your souls for the harvest
I shall reap what is mine since the beginning of time
rosaries are merely beads and the cross has no power
you beg and cry but he abandons you, as you did to him
bones are sharpened by my teeth, spears to skewer you
I taste the flaming flesh, there's no escaping you're mine
hide behind the tree of life, my snake awaits with venom
crawl beneath your beds, I'm your nightmare come alive
I'll hook my claws into your skin and drag you to the pit
screaming voices "HELP ME" are music to my ears
hear the rattling chains of damned souls, my servants
this world shall burn, I shall become your true savior
I am Lucifer, created to be the Lord's rival of choice
he created me in fatherly love, I shall kill you in death
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