I’m not sure, perhaps t’was the hat
Or the way that she hissed and then spat
It seemed t’was as simple as that
Merlin was a most magical cat
Had a pet mouse she kept tastily fat
Which she fed while they’d idly chat
Till she tossed him one day in her vat
And a horned toad now sits where he sat.
©10/5/2022
Outside any object apparent
Absorbing an alternate zone
Poet trip travels are inherent
World beyond words - honed
Inviting keen readers to enter
Realms they undeniably knew
Existed, concur are meant for
Everyone's joy, not a mere few
Riding wave of sheer abandon
Sheltered from danger's effect
Poet makes assertions candid
Fence sit wish wash he rejects
Places horrific, stances to stun
Gifted writer recklessly reveals
Outlandish acts, on paper done
No ghastly side shyly concealed
Paradise blooms as alligator jaw
Heaven is for having with breath
Spectacle no actual eye ever saw
Is witnessed with contextual jest
Humour a flower flows from jib
Tickled imbibers tastily believe
Brain transportation, a best gift
Breaks obvious, grants reprieve
28th November 2020
Written for Contest : Where Do We Poets Go?
Sponsor: Silent One
Tastily, prettily, she licked her lips.
He stared, not able to look away.
Mesmerized, held firmly in place.
Captive.
Under her spell.
Feelings he could not express
Rose out of him, unbidden.
Her eyes rose, and she smiled
When she caught him staring,
Beneath her lashes, well-hidden.
Those lips that smiled.
Oh, my.
Oh, MY!
He has never ever forgotten.
This moment in time, and he never will.
In realms of peace I do release for my thoughts reveal their pathos
In a melancholy state a wasted weight I encroach the chronic chaos
As unpredictable I am invincible a valiant warrior to keep serenity
Forevermore in search of calm a poetic psalm an ambient amenity
And thus I walk and tastily talk thru natures floral flourishing fields
Above azure skies that fill my eyes with wonder and youthful yields
Then in a gloaming graze like a crystal haze I fall asleep by rivers side
Frosted dreams near river streams sprinkles of Angels as they stride.
Aug.09.2017
Eight word challenge
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
1.Crystal 2.Gloaming 3.Frosted 4. Forevermore 5. Pathos 6. Valiant 7. Melancholy 8. Unpredictable
Illustration by same poet...markers and some acrylics...a quick rendering...
Tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth
new moment of soil floods his open, seeking face
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.
He beckons to the willow; wonders at her girth
I carry him close--we grace willow with embrace
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.
He speaks with the daffodil, sharing her mirth
and sighs, contented in his own cosmic place
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.
I watch as he contemplates the wind chime's verse
while his fingers explore clover woven like lace;
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.
Wholly in love with the world in which he's immersed,
drawing from each aspect of the wild rose's grace,
this way, the child learns a song of green rebirth.
To him, every moment so tastily diverse
and our garden, mystical as far reaches of space
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth--
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.
knowledge afloat
remains powerless
waiting
to be
plugged in
bugged out
anticipating
the radio alarm clock
WAKE UP!
use colors
shapes
push buttons
twist knobs
pull into parking space
sunburn in the spot
gathering rays to erase the poison
KILL
polluted cells
a trade secret to
tastily treat one's self
take the high road
the shady street
the path less traveled
which one matters little
especially when
in comparison terms with
the reward, the apple, the brain food, the
all-
you-
can-eat buffet...
Knowledge,
there at the fingertips
of y.o.u.
Lyrical montage’
Like a sonic sensual massage
Like my Red Corvette in your garage
I Would Die 4 U
Just Take Me Wit U
Cos me without you
Is Computer Blue.
Let’s Go Crazy in the dark
Or in Paisley Park
Your Kiss is my spark
Got me Delirious
Do Me Baby I am serious
Hot Thang you got me curious
Let’s Pretend We’re Married girl
With all the Diamonds and Pearls
You the Most Beautiful Girl in the World.
We can go around it in a day
Wear nothing but a Raspberry Beret
Got no money but I will pay
Come on Glam Slam
Let’s Pop this Life and scram
I will take the place of your man
People Recreating Old Memories without the pain
When Doves Cry…it feels soft like Purple Rain
Tonight who will be Calling your Name
Got a Cinnimon Girl I call mine
Black Sweat is so tastily divine
Tonight Let’s Party Like it is 1999
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