squirrel on the roof
stresses two dogs and a cat
they all want revenge
ocean tides roll in
tickling my bare feet
giving me a tease
Seduction as a means to engage
perhaps you welcome the playful naughty invitation
cautionary word ~ price may be high
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I can hear the wolves howling.
A blue moon sky tonight,
movement, motion, magical,
we're synchronized just right.
Her silhouette's smoldering
behind translucent screens.
Perfect, pleasing, pandering,
my fantasy, her scene.
Incense burning, candles aglow,
a breeze blows her to me,
luscious, lacy, lingering,
the only thing I see.
She touches without touching,
spectator on a chair;
wanting, warning, whispering,
she lashes me with hair.
Sorceress now claims her prey.
our bodies do entwine,
teasing, touching, tenacious,
then finally she is mine.
Two bodies brace for battle,
a squall stirs up the sea,
holding, heaving, heavenly,
right where I want to be.
Our hungry mouths are feasting,
enlightenment now sought,
rampant, racing, ravenous,
until that moment's caught.
Bugs Bunny loves his carrot snack,
He tricks his foes and never looks back.
“Eh, what’s up, doc?”—his teasing cue,
A clever rabbit who’s quick and shrewd too.
Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.
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o_(")(") Eh, what’s up, doc?
Again, she bid me write upon that warm dark desert night
Pen was hidden from my sight, a sleepy poet's sorrowed plight
And in her flippant way upon a moonbeam's silver ray
With a tinkling, teasing giggle, she then swiftly flew away
Departed
Afforded
Lamented
Asserted
Loved one
prevails the show
Unanimously a go!
Springtime has arrived,
And so has her yellowing;
Shading everything:-
And when her rains have fallen,
Yellow puddles spring up; achoo!
My heart cried
Please loved him no more.
It hurt more and more than before.
My brain questioned
Why did you keep on thinking of him for?
You should practise
"Out of sight, out of mind"
My eyes pleaded
Where has he been all these days?
I wanted to see him just one more time.
Why was he so hard to find?
Made me wondering days and nights,
Would he still be sitting at the same place?
At the desk to surf on the internet as always.
My nose sniffed:
He had strange odour, but it was quite unique.
At the corners of my lips,
My round dimples tipped
He also had two but elongated in shape,
And they appeared each time he grinned.
His face was almost perfect,
Except a calculus on the buccul of his tooth.
By now my hairs proudly tousled,
I kept your neck warm in winter
And gave you shades in summer.
But he had none what so ever.
My legs were short and stout,
His legs were long but could not play
The swings in the play ground.
Has my brain teased or cheered my heart?
When and will he mend my broken heart?
No words to describe his eyes,
I hardly looked at them due to being shy.
See here? - you do see a little rot.
But over there? - definitely not.
So, whoever said you were totally rotten,
doubtlessly, has brains of cotton -
cuz totally rotten? - you’re certainly not.
Warm breaths arresting and caressing
As sublime as a summer breeze
Tickle and tease
That they do to waving pink cherry blossom clusters that cling
To their submissive obedient bowing host
The supporting wavering tree
The gentle finger touched breeze
Evoking such sweet receptive sensations
Sweeping folding cascading wave after wave
Anticipated expected but still a pleasant surprise
As butterflies flutter leaving silver trails on
Familiar or unfamiliar land that.show
Where they have been
Sweeping over peaks valleys and vale and brush
Tense and taught
Until the stream flows and floods
The now quenched flower garden
Where the bloom opened it's heart
The sun goes down
As its soft perfume petal folds
Closes and rests.
Napping nap nighty night
Tapping tap tighty tight
Sapping sap slightly sight
Happing hap heightly height
Japping jap jightly jight
Wrapping rap rightly right
Lapping lap lightly light
Dapping dap dightly dight
Flapping flap flightly flight
Grapping grap grightly gright
Mapping map mightly might
Slapping slap slightly slight
At breakfast, you dumped pepper in my juice,
last night, you let a frog loose in my bath
Before school, you shook all my homework loose
and fashioned paper airplanes from my math.
In spite of all the "Keep Out!" signs I'd made,
you planned a coup and stormed my room by force
Insisting I had livestock you could trade,
you grabbed my braids and said I was a horse.
Now, pleasantries are rolling off your tongue,
you're looming at my shoulder like a ghoul,
expecting those old bells to be un-rung
Oh Brother, you must take me for a fool!
No, while I feel you've launched a strong campaign,
your pretty words have not renewed my trust
I know you hate to walk home in the rain
but feel, dear Brother, that today you must.
You've victimized me all the live long fall
but my umbrella serves to turn the tide
I run ahead, protected from the squall
and lock the doors, so you can't get inside.
And on this rainy day, my dreams come true,
for I have found a way to torture YOU.
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Date: September 5th, 2023
Prompt: "Umbrella" by Pierre Édouard Frère
Romantic overtures
like gaudy butterflies
kissing all blooms
that come their way,
teasing me, haunting me,
flirting with me
and playing havoc
with my feelings
Are you really harmless?
Is it fatal poison I drink?
I ask for hero worship
I get senseless fiddle-fuddle.
I ask for endearing emotions,
I get teasing quips
and seamy punch lines
that make me feel worthless,
shabby and trivial.
I yearn for meaning
I get trivia, empty promises,
like husks of unfertilized corn,
like a rundown house
abandoned even by ghastly ghosts,
or like a hot futile desert
filled only with smouldering sand,
empty even of a hopeful mirage.
Should I be thankful
that you bestow your love on none,
that you just love to trifle
with every man's heart?
Alas, I love you too much.
C and I were as confused as could be.
Our friend V is hilariously laughing with glee.
His Halloween sense is totally off-key.
Misinformation learned at his weird grandma’s knee.
We spoke of spooks and ghosts. V could not agree.
C was not annoyed, but V’s attitude totally annoyed me.
I sent him on a goose chase to find a pumpkin witch tree.
“Don’t forget to enjoy Dracula’s blood tea and race the Grand Prix.”
V stopped at the haunted house and picked up his sister Dee.
She was much more Halloween savvy than he could ever be.
She said “Your pals are messing with you; it is the October glee.
Just because your Halloween sense is tiny, way off and very wee.”
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