He foils all jokes, punchlines and jocularity
He foils all contrary philosophies in hilarity
He's sarcastic and sardonic, he's even ironic
Soon to be iconic and witted supersonic
He stands for absolute truth, this trailer trash sleuth
Rap Reynolds is his name, giving noogies is his game
This spark started in a trailer park
Conceived to be, and to leave his mark
A foiler of all who attempt comedy
And the outcome (for them) is a tragedy
All those who claim contrariness will be slain
He will counteract the bane of the vain
Spoiler alert The Foiler has come to foil the plans
Ready, aim, fire and all the funny business dying with a laugh
Oh no it seems every time an Eighties tune is played
(Within earshot) I transport instantly to that time and space
And for every knee slapper there is a counteract-er
He never went to college and he'll steal all your musical knowledge
P.S. Does he chortle and guffaw at every flaw
Is he witty and urbane towards the lines that are flubbed
Nah he just needs his tummy rubbed
And even though she is in a different dimension
He thinks a lot of Emma Bankz, she's his cardinal direction
neptune,
an ice giant
with no solid surface;
eighth and last in Solar System.
the windiest with supersonic winds
that far exceeds the speed of sound.
planet with sixteen moons;
blue in color...
neptune
,
A grand blue mass of dreams and illusions
A Piscean planet of sensitive delusions
Light years away from the land we call home
Our very last neighbor in a space of its own
Only water lives here, forget about the sand
An icy blue atmosphere takes up all the land
It’s birthday comes once every 165 years
It’s rings barely visible, it’s like they disappeared
With supersonic winds, it’s a force of nature
And of the fourteen moons, Triton’s the major
This cerulean sphere has seen all the danger
It orbits so gracefully.. a beautiful stranger.
I Am friends with the Wind, for I walk with The Flow
Ever-Forth, Ever-North I Go
Coming and Going from the Earth to the Stars
Running and Glistening, Quickening in Sabatons
Surging in currents from the Celestials
I Am the Zephyr, I Am the Gale, and this Soul is the Vessel
Drifting Beyond, Unto The Sun
I Am, Ever Flowing, I Am Elemental on the Run
Ever So Swift, by the Swiftness I Am Eternal
I Am Sacred, I Am Brisk, I Am Universal
In Plumages of Light, I Blitz Onward in Supersonic Flight
from Four Quarters, from the Days Unto the Nights
Ever So Smooth, I Protrude in Excellence
I Am Super Excellent,
I Am Constant, I Am Prevalent, I Am Ever Prevailing
I Am Forever Nomadic Sailing,
Running in Fervor, In Full Momentum, Unbound
Unshackled, Uncaged, by the Second Wind the Trumpets Sound
I Am Predominant, I Am Imminent in Celerity
Ever Enduring, I Am Unceasing in Velocity
to the far reaches of the Universe, To and Fro
I Walk With The Wind, and this the Wind Knows
Bucolic frolic or supersonic & demonic
Alcoholic demands in the stands vitriolic
Iconic rollick or quite simply HEADonic
England so shambolic at fans’ behest
So chronic plans for a Baz Ball inquest
Ironic still curious why the rest are furious
Spurious contest they know which way’s best
Histrionic tease they jest please don’t be a pest
Scorn who’ve worn the Lions crest on their chest
Suggest fire’s the ire…ferocity of pomposity detest
Tire of dire quagmire but we’re blessed with a zest fest
Everyone complains about the vain inane campaigns
Disdain of the stain of their refrain just won’t restrain
Pain again explain is plain what does pertain to a Test
Ashes conquest no longer a contest our own Everest
We frown they clown around go to town double down
How very dare you review from your pew not impressed
We guessed they quickly confessed only one way remains
We’re profane..they’re insane our hopes down the drains
They insult with this cult as Baz Ball without Brains reigns.
A kraken with red wings
Arrived in town, claiming a talent to sing
Lions roared with delight
Wanting to see, such an entertaining frozen water sight
Tigers seemed all right
Knowing their King was in the spotlight
Showing gridiron might
“You may need a rod and reel
That is how a mariner would deal
With this monstrous catch
In the oceans the fisherman needs to fetch”
Watching the seahawks
Stalk
The fishes
With wishes
Accompanied by tartar sauce dishes
Lions got into their car
Left the motor city bar
Engine pistons spewing flames
Supersonic attitude instigating power playing games
Deep into the night air
A Friday night audience relaxed enjoying the affair
Preparing for a scare
That could turn Jay Blue
Challenging the Canadians ‘are you through?”
No matter which two
Find the winning score
Belting one out having the American championship floor
shakti faculty uncoils awake, rise
sacred kundalini life-force stream
connecting radiant spiral wheels gleam
ecstatic prana floods to paradise
creative energy winding serene
unifies with cosmic Supreme divine
sanctified exposed exalted benign
purified individual Soul seen
equal masculine and feminine poles
high frequency Source liberates powers
supersonic singular wisdom grow
gracefully presents fertility whole
hot bellied alert colour fruity hours
spinal heat euphoric consciously flow
~~~~~~
Recalling the Essence of You
~~Remembering you~~
Remembering you, is a most simple task!It's in the rainbowed
bubbles of your arms, I that do bask!
No, absolutely, no, not once in a great while!
But in each splendid hour, yes, then, yes, I can!
I can, in the glimmer of our of past eyes, those are soft smiles.
I cannot forget how sweetly you read oe sung to me.
Nay, how blessed I was when you, in sweet memory, I clearly sing of thee!
Romantic, soft, ivory gardenia petals, bedecked my knees.
As we stared, at the still silvered moonlit, West Coast's fog, and the whispering
waves of the sea.
Supersonic slideshows of us, click softly, in my mind!
And nightlife, so mystically electric, which fluorescently flashes rainbow sounds, forevermore, fog-blessed and kind
You, forever smiles, in my mind?
~!.With fondest memorie of my late husband ~
1/23/2025
Wrinkles are souvenirs of life’s odyssey,
the joy, the sorrows and its novelty.
Quote - Poets Own
When one’s elderly with an aging face
And you're pondering on where time has gone
Or from where wrinkles suddenly came from
Winging supersonic from outer space.
Thinking back to those carefree sunny days
When one was enjoying youthful glory
One's spectacular historic story
When life was wonderful in many ways.
When falling in love was super splendour
And bliss was found in a loving first kiss
From the only one who'd up your heart skip
Memories that linger in minds harbour.
Soupersonic our souperhero hedgehog
Sparks a spiky souper poetic blog
With subtle soupcons of inspiration
And souperabundant imagination
With verses linguistically souperior
They soupersede the best criteria
His rich stanzas are immensely soupreme
That they belong in a souperstar's dream
So soupernaturally impressive are they
With such a clever and souperfine wordplay
When tired ,Supersonic curls up into a ball
Wishing a soupercool nighty night to us all
In smoke and flames of mighty Apollo
T-minus fifteen seconds, engines on!
Oh, great ship of divine distance I saw go
when rocketeers on lunar ascent shone.
New Age Columbus kings voyage and realm
in your Saturn V rocket to the moon -
new worlds beyond and Earth men at the helm
when supersonic cracked its sonic boom.
I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
with flag and footprint of the human race.
I raced home from school excitedly
and huddled the old stereogram radio -
the Eagle had landed in zero gravity
by the light of the Earth’s blue glow.
The flight of the zodiac did turn and burn
in lunar orbit out of the Milky Way -
to the moon and back I waited its return
on re-entry splashdown on the eighth day.
I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
with flag and footprint of the human race.
Written: May 1992
~ Remembering You~
Remembering you, is a most simple task!
It’s in the rainbowed bubbles of your arms,
I that do bask!
No, absolutely, no, not once in a great while!
But in each splendid hour, yes, then,yes I can
In the glimmer our of past eyes, those are soft smiless
I cannot forget how sweetly you sung to me!
Nay, how blessed I was when you, in sweet
memory, I clearly sing of thee!
Romantic, soft, ivory gardenia petals, bedecked my knees.
As we stared, at the stiill silvered moonlit, West Coast’s
fog, and the whispering waves of the sea.
Supersonic slide shows of us, click softly, in my mind!
And nightlife, so mystically electric, which fluorescently
flashing, I rainbow lights, forevermore, fog-blessed and kind!
~ With fondest memorie of my late husband ~
6/15/2024
The silent song of the sighing breeze
The silent song of the sighing breeze
murmured but not listened !
Either subsonic or supersonic
but to be felt by heart
not to meet a tragic end.
I sent my errand to you
through blowing breeze to
sigh and whisper in your ears,
cherishing expectation to touch your emotion.
Wandering on wonderful sea beach,
ruminating old memories being nostalgic.
Sending my unsaid message in symphony of silent song
through gentle breeze only to sigh.
Zephyr pulling emotive urge unstoppable.
Reminiscences rolling spreading forgotten fragrance.
May my dormant desires propagate through air to reach you.
Ruthless truth was ‘ I couldn’t accept You ‘
That lamentation is chasing me throughput life.
I am weeping with the silent song of the sighing breeze
imbibing my lost love.
vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views
shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen
juggling with eye-catching
candle-, duck-, and ten-, pins
off the bowler skids in aerial suspension
abracadabra handlers saw their guests -
half of them enjoyed their shows
hats and canes spinning, shoes tapping
all the old variety - hosts rolling eyes
acrobats rose above them all -
the fall guys, the masters of the skies
Marx, Burns, Allen, Fields, Benny
broke their audience records
showcase of holidays and war
in time with comedy and lyrics
The good old daze
replaced by supersonic, telephonic-cell
(the farmer in the dell throws down his pitchfork
to watch)
to hock back the latest, greatest craze
of series, not to purge, but to binge
staying carefully away from Burnett, Sonny and Cher,
Donny and Marie, and Ed.
drooping eyes spring glasses,
a glass of red or white…
elsewhere, the hypothalamus of the kids,
impacted by Squiddy, Stampy and CaptainSparklez
5/25/2023
You just have to win, Good Steed!
Do I say the Angel’s Creed?
Eyes to be on your praised speed,
Often mind me and strokes heed,
Flying like you had smoked weed,
At speed betraying mind of greed…
You don’t talk of losing, Steed;
I’ll fetch you your choicest bead,
Have you in richest field feed;
Above foals treasure your seed…
In do-or-die affairs lead,
A win like air I need,
Not shuddering like a reed;
When goes the shot your win read...
Means, then, my poor heart shall bleed
And blood hypertension breed,
If something should make my Steed
Forget supersonic speed…
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