there are dew drops on my whiskers,
as I blink my eyes to greet the morn,
I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn,
and saunter down to the shallow lake,
slowly through the tall tufts of dry grass,
they are much the same colour as me,
but my stripes hide me further!
I announce my presence with a loud growl,
making some birds skittle and fly,
a monkey chatters a warning cry,
the cheetal look me straight in the face,
the Sambhal rushes away to a safe distance,
I am in no hurry to start my hunt today,
my last kill should last me this week,
I shall rest and watch my vast lands,
that bear my pug marks and my smell,
the golden Sun lights up my forest,
I am the King of the Sunderbans!
written 20/10/23
Wild Animal Poetry contest
Shadow Hamilton Sponsored
Personification
Knockout!
Drop the bowling ball on Putin’s head
See how the multi coloured ball
Adds another colour to its rainbow hue
Now bloody red with a bit of brains yellow
Not that Putin ever had a brain to use
His disastrous Putin War in Ukraine
Bled his pretty military dead and white
If only he’d attacked Japan as planned
Tokyo would be his with that entire tech
Instead Ukrainian KGB guys got him
And took him bowling in Kiev
His head was a skittle now flat
Eventful War Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
welcome to the monster family stomp
tromp slap skittle scurry trip and tromp
were those the rats so evil and furry?
monsters are afraid of these creatures, so hurry!
I think one just bit me down deep in my head!
Man up, you idiot, yelled my uncle rafe.
Dracula is here, showing us how to dance red.
A hoarse laugh made me feel unsafe.
This is as idiotic as the two-step said Auntie Mare.
The next thing I knew, she was thrown down a stair.
Next time there won’t be a warning, Dracula said with a sneer.
I was horrified, because now I was filled with big fear.
tromp slap skittle scurry stomp stomp stomp
this line dancing set up fits well in this swamp.
glad you like it, I can read your mind.
it was some strange creature of the loudest kind.
tromp slap skittle spin twirl, dash spin.
I did not dare get out of the family line I was in.
Rattling like Skittle packets in my hand,
seeds so miniscule will become so grand.
Bull's Blood Beets and Brandywine Tomato
begin the extensive garden rainbow.
Scarlet Nantes Carrots hide in the earth,
while Cronus Pumpkins expand showy girth.
Honeygold Corn boasts a barbecue treat.
Sweet Banana Peppers reach for the heat.
Green abounds in salad varieties
and fresh-off-the-vine, crisp Sugar Snap Peas.
Blue Vantage Cabbage leaves will soon enfold.
Borage attracts bees, periwinkle bold.
Purple Queen Bush Beans will lean together
while eggplant shines in dry August weather.
Like candy dreams, my mouth starts to water
with consumption hopes when days get hotter.
5-1-2021
Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Don't think you've fallen
where no one else has fallen
don't think you're fighting
a fight no one's fought
Growing up in a world of rainbows and glitter
shielded from the stress and the strain when you're little
learning balls and chains knock you down like a skittle
now knowing how lows always follow on quicker
this place you've fallen is a test or a calling
a challenge to change via natural warning
indifferent nights sleep waking up in the morning
good times come sudden for now bad keep pouring
You're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track
just jump land and cycle
pace in vein get back
most willingly abled
with skill to adapt
you're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track
skittle icicle town
abacus boot
chuckle fry stout
Said Sinless Sermon Horn Haiku
Said sinless sermon, (5)
And what we did determine, (7)
God removed vermin. (5)
James Has Been
Beginner Sinner
Horn
So did you either:
Cook eggs in skittle
Then around tittle
And laugh a little?
What role should your
religion play in politics?
Now I have to read sermon
my priest just emailed me.
Tomorrow is Palms for the poor
or it that alms?
Rum tum tiddle
You can fiddle
In the middle
Of the place where you piddle
In a skittle on the griddle
Rum tum tiddle
It's a brittle little riddle
As you tell your tarradiddle
And we beat a paradiddle
Every kid'll want to whittle
And watch you as you diddle
Mrs. Twiddle.
hear the happy skittle
knows he isn't brittle
laughs at flying spittal
from the vicars
see the sullen dancer
living fearing cancer
seldom wants an answer
always bickers
smell the Christmas fairy
legs and arms so hairy
makes me rather wary
nostril pickers
man who's always smiling
messing up the tiling
says he's done the filing
wearing knickers
thinks he's Jack the Ripper
breaks another zipper
eats a mouldy kipper
pounding tickers
LOL, pure nonsense but wanted to try this interesting form
written 31st March
for Mick's Violette contest
Hot chicks have populated this big ole earth
To drive us guys wild, attracted to our girth
When we pimp and fuss
They go ape and cuss
When diddling our skittle, much screaming occurs
i like to play in a garden of candy
and dance all night with the fairies
amid divine visions and illicit dreams
i fall asleep in a cotton-ball bush
~
care bEar aka charlie aka lucky aka skittle aka big penguin aka DOTHIS
it doesn't make me sad
it makes me a little bit happy
because you knew me for a moment
but you do not see me
because you do not see the face you see only the wings
because i see you but you do not see me
because im still there
but you cannot see me anymore
~care bEAr aka charlie aka lucky aka skittle aka big penguin aka DOTHIS
i fell in love with a suicidal dream
i went to sleep with a homocidal scream
i woke up with a genocidal fantasy
and i can't believe its real...
its like a suicidal dream
and its come to real
im in a homocidal scene
with a genocidal fantasy...
~care bEar
aka charlie aka lucky aka skittle aka big penguin aka control presenter aka
DOTHIS
nobody knows Her like i know Her
and She cannot live with him
but She cannot live without him
but the air is warm
and i just cannot get this feeling out of my mind
that something is going to happen...
nobody knows Her like i know Her
and She cannot live with him
but She cannot live without him
but the end is near
and i just cannot get this feeling out of my mind
that something is going to happen...
~care bEar
Aka
Bird of Prey
aka Charlie aka Lucky aka Skittle aka big penguin aka DOTHIS
ps i love you Goddess
Colors of the rainbow, taste so sweet
Chewing fast and slow, crunch and repeat
Opposite of bland, grabbing slowly
Skittles in hand, perfect symmetry
Hard outside, inside not
Covers dyed, sparingly bought
Skittle skittles, explosions of sugar
Soft and brittle, of that I am sure
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