yellow-aid, humid; a human soaking
the last rays in walkabout,
wet with vitamin D.
a Rhyming Alliterisan poem
A slick, soaking spring rain stops
picnic plans and closes shops
in the valley and village
as river’s runoff spillage
inundates us inside-out,
overflowing all our spouts~
until sun breaks wide the sky.
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The Rhyming Alliterisen consists of 7 lines, with 7 syllables each, and has one alliteration in every line. The rhyme scheme as follows: aabbccd.
soaking up the rays
plugged into the source
regenerating
AP: 2nd place 2025
Roses smell of wine
Drinking in a pink spring sun
Soaking up the day
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
old and alone,
sitting on a wood pile,
making it his own..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
listening and wondering.
Why has the sky grown dark?
Could that be thundering?
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
here comes the rain..
Fur now soaking wet thru an
orange matted mane..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
drenched as can be.
Are you waiting there for
a free meal from me?
He wished it to be full of sound.
round about the way successful
collaborations are done.
Fun: done: and Right.
Sought of like taking the featured
artist's position and elaborating on it.
People still love rock, urban
contemporary grooves
and soulful bassey pieces.The stigma
around marriage
seems to cause discussion.
Is it good news? The two lovers united:
or one lover and one willingful participant.
Or one eager and one uneagerly: but willing
to be. A new position appointed by the direction
of the evolution in sequence. from
stranger to friend to lover
to fiancce?fiancé: then to wife or husband.
WeIrDO. than non be alienated through such
sequence.
Six saxophones
11 bass instruments
a rhythm section
the motif uses two classic guitars.
A 1939 English Clifford Essex Paragon
and a Bass Alembic Series
He Brazen I'm Kabosh
we are Kings of the Coliseum!
The Grand Inspector sings
and the
Brazen Serpent commands.
The Indirect passing reference.
winter sunshine
on the meadow
all the horses
stretched out
Note: Although rare, a four line haiku is acceptable for modern haiku.
Saffron sun shone brightly, though it was a rainy day,
And varicolored umbrellas were up, in wild vivid array.
All shades were abloom, on the beautiful Dahlia Avenue,
And smiles were seen, in slanting rain of silvery hue!
Such mellow yellow gold, out of violet midnight dreams-
Like the heart of motley autumn, wearing spring greens!
Written on May 18, 2021
For: Charm me ~ Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
The discordant words sat long with her.
The words sat slowly soaking--
soaking in a marinade of thoughts,
thoughts seasoned with reason
In thoughts seasoned with reason,
the words were permeated and saturated--
permeated and saturated
with knowledge and wisdom
With knowledge and wisdom
the woman could finally respond.
She could respond with insight and intuition--
the insight and intuition of a sage woman
A sage woman could now respond,
a woman who knew how to season her words.
The woman who knew how to season her words--
She seasoned her words with grace.
She flopped herself off of her bike
Landing on soft sweet grass
The daisies giggled with relief
That she had not landed on them
I love the trees, I love the clouds,
I love you God, she said to the sky.
She was full of pure happiness.
The first spring day that had not rained.
Her mother called her, but her eyes were closed.
She was soaking in the love,
Satisfied that there had been a prettier day
Nor would there ever be one.
Sitting in a ray of Vitamin D
Sunlight magic God has given to me,
How much more comfortable can I be?
Holy healing light is totally free.
This makes me feel like singing with glee.
Steps to the house are barely twenty-three.
Sitting next to my majestic oak tree,
Surveying my forest and all I can see.
Butterfly floats by on heels of a bee.
Appreciating nature is the main key
Here come the faeries, the fey, and the wee.
In beautiful formation of magic letter Z.
Hesitate as they near my human knee.
Leprechaun hops up and serenades me.
They plant my garden with carrot and pea
Then they race away to the meadow green sea
soaking in warmth
of late autumn rays
~ decompressing
I’m sitting in the sun, soaking up rays
This is one of those good old-fashioned days
Dog barks at tractor coming up the road
Cat fascinated by a small brown toad
The warm barely-breeze can hardly be felt
Dangling in the sun on end of God’s belt.
soaking wet trees, despondent
leaves hang depressingly low
steady rain water torture
— gothically stark
11/12/2018
It's not raining...but I'm getting soaking wet
My head is sweating...because, there is something...I can not forget
My baby's leaving me...and my life is filled with sorrows
Just knowing, that I won't be seeing her...in all of my tomorrow's
It's not raining...but dripping off my nose
Are drips of teardrops...flowing, just like a river flows
My baby's leaving...and I am broken hearted
Just knowing that...there is something she has started
It started raining...but I was feeling a little dry
Until I cried again...when my baby said goodbye
My baby's leaving...and I just can not forget
It isn't raining...but I'm getting soaking wet
The sun is shining...I am feeling so much better
The postman came to me...and he handed me a letter
My baby wrote to me...said she was coming home
Without me in her life...said she felt all alone
The sun is shining...and I've got life back again
It seems so long ago...it seems like way back when
It wasn't raining...and I was getting soaking wet
Because, there was something leaving...that I just could not forget
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