If I was a dandelion
You’d blow me away
To the land of Zion
Where love is faith
We would be a bible story
Of purple passion God’s grace
Enlightened by green glory
Morality in tact and silver safe
You’d be revered red royalty
I’d be blessed and tickled pink
To be in your lifetime you king or queen
Would have humble heart of peasantry
If I was a happy song
I’d be all about you
Birds would sing along
For your love is the truth
I’d take mini vacations
In my mind and you’d know
My great indigo infatuation
In time could grow us close
I must be a lavender lady
Though I’d rather be lady bug
To fly to you half crazy
Doting on you in love
Oh the way I would flutter
My wings and dream of you
If I could talk and not stutter
I’d confess I’m a mess for you
blooms renewed in spring
confetti blossoms on trees~
flowers tickled pink
Teddy looked sad, forlorn cold and bare
Sat on the bed with nothing to wear
So aunty got out her knitting pins
To knit Teddy some warm cosy things.
First came a jumper in shades of blue
Then some trousers, the same colour too
Also a scarf, a hat and some mitts
To please Pip, her young nephew that is.
Aunty knitted all day and all night
To please her Pip in the morning light
And to delight his Teddy bear too
They mean the world to her do those two.
Teddy looked dapper in his outfit
Pip was thrilled and gave aunty a kiss
Teddy thanked her with a cheeky wink
Aunty blushed, but she was tickled pink.
pink
season
tickled pink
silken flowers
Magnolias preen
Sakura gleams
pretty pinks
eye guiles
wink
(2/16/22)
a flurry of snow
natures ticker-tape parade...
snowflake confetti
Snow day students were tickled pink today
playfully making snow angels all-day
but nobody knew
they laid in dog poo
till that thin layer of snow got scraped away.
And as their coats reeked, they sat at the back of the bus the next day.
(haiku, limerick, Monoku)
01/24/2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
I experienced an epiphany while gazing at the domain,
That how verdant looks a cold snowy mountain.
My eyes were popped out ,
for such an enthusing whereabout!
The locale kept me rousing,
and surprisingly,
I was thrilled to bits and tickled pink.
Hi ho hi ho it’s off to shot land I go!
I am happier than a pig in mud.
My smile is wide, I fairly glow.
I get the vaccine today. Hi ho hi ho!
There goes my sister, she is against the shot.
Just the sound of it makes her hot. hot. hot.
She thinks the vaccine is a political thing.
She will not get the shot, she will not, not, not.
The vaccine has torn my family apart.
I don’t care about that right now, I certainly do not.
I do not get into arguments or add to anyone’s hot.
Hi ho hi ho! I finally get my vaccine; it was so hard sought!
I am tickled to death to get the Covid-19 vaccine.
Whereas my cousin reports that disguises are seen
In southern Missouri where people are sneaking them
And begging others not to identify them.
The vaccine is a big deal in Missouri and Kansas too.
I imagine we will be wearing masks before we are through
I am getting the vaccine today, and I am tickled pink.
Whereas some are emotional about it, teetering on the brink.
Appearing in pajamas
Right before they go to sleep,
My grandkids’ faces fill the screen
And oh, the joy I’ll reap!
While one gives a detailed run-down
Of what she has done that day,
Her big brother wants me watching
On his tablet while at play.
Technology allows me
Access to their night routines
As I track them in their bedrooms
On our separate iPhone screens.
There’s a very tiny window
When they’ll want to thus connect
But for now these FaceTime tuck-ins
Have a tickled-pink effect.
rays of a rising sun
tickle her ever so gently
slowly she stirs from her comfy slumber
stretching she welcomes the morning
a smile on her lips
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I love the thought of tickling your fancy
And dipping my finger in
But I suppose that depends just what you fancy
Has to whether I’m allowed to begin
I think I know what you fancy
So can I start straight away
Go on gorgeous can I come and play
Let me tickle your fancy gently
I’m sure you’ll be tickled pink
Even a bit of slap and tickle, wink, wink, wink, wink
You can ring my bell, just pull my ding a ling
Better watch out just in case you tickle too
You’re making me giggle
Giddy with glee I think I need a wee
I don’t half fancy you
English is a strange language, a strange language is she
English is a strange tongue, a strange tongue is she
If you are tickled pink, did something tickle your fancy?
And if your fancy's been tickled, is it necessarily pink?
English is a strange language, a strange language is she
If you are as proud as punch, are you as pleased as punch?
If you are pleased as punch, are you as proud as punch?
English is a strange tongue, a strange tongue is she
Is a stick-in-the-mud actually stuck in the mud?
Does a jolly good fellow always have a jolly good time?
English is a strange language, a strange language is she
Is a ratfink any different from a dirty rat?
Is a wimp always a wuss? A wuss always a wimp?
~ And where does that leave a snowflake?
English is a strange tongue, a strange tongue is she
A complex amalgam of German, Latin, French and others
~ A mutt of a tongue that has her druthers
This may come to you as a surprise,
don't wanna shock anyone.
Though I have news;
Hence here I do choose...
with hope to enlighten, some.
Obviously not-the usual kind of conception,
nor will be the birth or the reception.
Though tickled pink whilst it grows inside,
mother again-will be and shalln't hide.
To make a long story short-
refuse to abort,
Hence here I bravely show em'
I do declare and publicly air-
am pregnant again...
with a poem!
7/15/2018
D.O.B- Anytime
JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest
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fall birdfeeder
refilled to the brim
~ squirrels tickled pink
AP: 1st place 2025
I’m tickled pink
I’m elated with joy
My love, true love, has said YES to me once more
Yes to the passion
Yes to the eye jumping when we have been amidst
Yes to the heart pounding as we seal a kiss
Alas, so said, but this is not true
He has left me…gone
I feel joy nevermore more
My heart skips many beats
It is tattered & torn
My mind finds no rest
It is scattered and scorn
I know, I know
Neither am I the first
And I shan’t be the last
I know, I know
How he felt to lamented “Lanore”
Oh that damn raven, replied “Nevermore”
It hurts, it hurts, and it hurts even more
It hurts, it hurts and I can’t take it any more
I think I’ll surrender
I know that I’ll succumb
I feel torn asunder
With my heart wrapped in plastic and sealed with taped
A brick with chain to the outer to seal it fate
Tuned Pipes
She plays the organ
To his standing ovation
Her stage tickled pink
connie pachecho
8/8/17
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