More than hushed up refuges
A pooled water, stilly
Old, lickened benched as treed round.
Your inner depths can sound!
If not the samctums of monks
Breathe slow, too, with eyes shut
And alike, dim-lit, concealed
As holy; for what's healed.
Squinting to yet retain
Not just of it what outlines
As fruit's in tree's sight.
Are we not the more transfixed
In a fading light?
Inferred, my inner eye!
Whilst is as blurry figured
This sweet memory.
Yes, that stilly obsessed! Yes
This hour, life's, dusky.
walls of waters crash
whirpools cull and pull within ~
stilly smiles the sea
Icy,icy land
Heapy ,heapy hills
Drippy,drippy fountains
Stilly,stilly leaves
Sturdy,sturdy trees
Frosty,frosty grasses
Coldy,coldy houses
Freely,freely chimneys
Clingy,clingy doors
Wintry,wintry air
Chilly,chilly persons.
Two freezing persons
Clad in winter wears
Sure to be puppy lovers
Obvious first time lovers
Out in a lane
Gazing at nature
Then,staring at selves.
Such a dull life, as permits
One for to dream through!
In budding to be admired
Warmly kissed, desired
Magnolia reflects, wintered
For shut-in worldview
Stilly rapt, what for beauty's
Growing sense does please.
Composed in their femininity
Compliant with the slighest
Urge in that delightsomeness of
Miming a bloom, wind-caught.
No less radiantly stately fraught
With one's plucking interest.
Then I came back. Shook awake of
Which stilly - found entrancement
Its ornate vision's, she, herself
Charmed out of me; wife; alone!
To as many a dressed pose, prone!
As much for distinguishment!
From the sublime blue
He, having done his work
Tired and sweating
Sank into the west sea
To have a lave
At the gong of six.
It began to darken
Without the presence of him.
And people and animals
Hurried to their homes.
With darkness filled
And mist hung
It was stilly
With no motion.
Then after a movement in the clouds
It began to lighten
As there came the keeper;
Keeper of night.
She was round then,
And she shone bright
Which made the owls
Hoot with delight.
And I, from my window-sill
Kept still in wonder.
Looking at the calm sea on a sunny day,
I thought of schooling fishes swims around the bay,
Maybe they are happily shoaling with their friend,
And joking around while following the trail end,
The tranquil state of the sea water bed,
Delights corals colonies to reproduce stilly,
Asexually growing within its coral head,
or maybe sexually spawning breeding be.
The bluish-green color of the sea,
It draws away awhile all the bad memory,
And sails on mind the peaceful scenery,
It gives hope and decreases anxiety,
It's good they are living under the sea,
Because they are not affected and are COVID free.
#StaySafe
I need a gap,
I need a go, need a long run-
Stilly, humanly and of course lonely.
I am here nowhere,
I am here
Not little am a I.
And for that
Need a gap, need a run.
It should be now,
At this moment;
Wantedly
With nobody, and for none.
Silently, aim-fully, happily; and
It is first for myself.
But finally it is, if you believe,
For a cause, it is all for a cause.
HILLBILLIES BYBILLIES AND BLOWBILLIES--
Once upon a time in the land of Frilly
Lived a tatter torn family the McFrelly’s
On the outskirts of Arkansas the county of Mountain Lily,
Just below the Mason Dixie line acts involuntarily
They were peaceful hillbillies
Granny made corn and dandelion whiskey dilly
Jonathan had a tan cuz he slept on the sand pond lily
His sister Bertha Bybillie goat choking off the surrounding globe lily
Kitchen totes, those utensils often found a float really
They were peaceful hillbillies
Daddy Darson Dale dippin snuff and drinkin shine ale swamp lily
Blowbillie shown now it’s winter it snowed time to turn off the stilly
This be the Legend of the Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies
From Arkansas, Mountain Lily Arkansas (Ain't that a dilly!!)
They wuz peaceful hillbillies
4/28/18
Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies. - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger |
I once knew a boy named Billy
I thought he was originally from Chile
Mostly ‘cause he loved his hot sauce and chili
Toting everywhere his jar of piccalilli
It turns out Billy was really the local hillbilly
I should have known, that was really silly
‘Cause Billy craved to barbecue anything chilly
On his boombox would play loudly rockabilly
Going around back roads willy-nilly
And Billy liked nothing girly or frilly
Till that is his eyes fell on fancy Miss Millie
With her exotic palate straight from Piccadilly
At first Billy would get nothing but stares that were grilly
Till he offered Miss Millie a fine thoroughbred filly
She let out a cry that was remarkably shrilly
All she secretly desired was a bouquet of tiger lily
When Billy misunderstood and brought her back a water lily
Seeing through Billy’s shell Miss Millie paused standing stilly
‘Cause Miss Millie was way deep down a wannabe tilly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Icy,icy land,
Heapy ,heapy hills,
Drippy,drippy fountains,
Stilly,stilly leaves,
Sturdy,sturdy trees,
Frosty,frosty grasses,
Coldy,coldy houses,
Freely,freely chimneys,
Clingy,clingy doors,
Wintry,wintry air,
Chilly,chilly persons.
Two freezing persons,
Clad in winter wears,
Sure to be puppy lovers,
Obvious first time lovers,
Out in a lane,
Gazing at nature,
Then,staring at selves.
utterly bewildered
I stood by the nightfall
of stilly midsummer
withering away
with my
westward companion
the glimmering light
of former fears
and penitent pocketbook
faded in a distance
and the imperious presage
of perfunctory morrow
drifted with driftwood
into the vast greenish seas
then the evening was renewed
with foliage flavor
willows and poplars
entwined and enthralled
and according to accordion
divine divers live in flatlands
Days offer so much scope,
To lands unforeseen trope;
My stretch reckons my lilt,
To be my diadem and kilt.
Only black hair contends,
White face stilly commends;
Mundane navy blue t-shirt,
Cannot specify any dirt.
My creature pencils my air,
My feelings, sights and stare;
Blue scribblings necessitate,
My voice so consummate.
Long beige, neutral curtains,
Still the room which remains,
No matter how I express,
My happiness or distress.
Rhoda Monihan
6th November 2015
Pale stilly winter,
Unfazed, undaunted sea songs,
Uncelebrated-
Her freedom; nameless & green.
Olive ocean pearl,
Lost amongst th' coral throngs,
Undiscovered-
Her beauty; frozen & preen'd.
...
Her medley of winds,
Carry a fond salty tune.
...
Troubled soul,
Cast away yester cares,
Listen close,
To th' ocean air.
Heavy heart,
Let go morrow woes,
Gaze afar,
To th' ocean hues.
Wistful smile,
Sing along,
To th' ocean song.
...
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