"In silence, the wind shares it's most intimate secrets"--quote by poet.
Standing at the edge of a sandy shore
Looking out to sea as I listen to
Incessant cries of " Come to me, come to me;"
I watch the ebbing tide obey the beach wind.
Oh, I listen attentively to the wind!
In the wintertime, it roars to me..."Stay in!"
I hear it whisper it's tightly-held secrets
To trees; secrets it rather I keep to myself.
The autumn wind is music to my ears;
It ever so gently tinkles the wind chimes
Hanging above my head in the balcony.
My spirit dances with abandon to its song!
Knowing the fiercely blowing wind carries
Their wondrous songs far, nightingales and robins
Cheerfully tweet out their best at daybreak.
Birds do listen to the voices of the wind.
Pelicans migrating south at summer's end
Hear the whirling wind whisper..."Bon Voyage"
Out in nature, I love listening to the wind.
Categories:
tinkles, appreciation, nature, sound, wind,
Form: Free verse
I sensed something spectacular was going to happen
So, I stayed in place, secure behind a fallen oak
The forest did not share secrets with unhidden humans
Feeling anticipatory winds from the west, I remained silent
The fey would not come out and play if they heard me.
Within a few minutes a faerie shower began
Faeries of all shapes and sizes rained in the middle of the clearing
A startled deer bound off, showing her white tail
I had no idea they could jump that high from a standing position
Faeries have a weird tittering laugh, it tinkles like dainty chimes
Hundreds of them landed on toadstools, mushrooms, and ferns.
I sneezed and they were gone in an instant.
Categories:
tinkles, fantasy,
Form: Blank verse
A tiny, open face;
A smile so warm it melts my heart.
How could a child so small
Fill such a void, play such a part?
His laughter tinkles through my mind,
And sadness fades within his light.
He brings new meaning, new insight.
He shows me who and what I am,
And what I want to be.
He teaches me what I am not,
And what it will take for me to be free.
He prods me to make a better world;
To strive for peace, for hope, for light.
He brings new meaning, new insight.
He creates my joy, my pain, my fun.
I am not whole without my son.
Copyright Chula Fleming May 22, 1986
Categories:
tinkles, child, family, feelings, son,
Form: Free verse
deep down a path in the forest
it is quiet, distant and isolated from the world
a small meadow of wildflowers sway in a breeze
the birds are singing a symphony
I hear the violins drifting among the gnarled trees
a stream tinkles like bells being rung by angels
I rest in the tranquility of nature
the breeze caressing my soul and I feel wonderful
time is far away, things to do put on hold, paused
a gang of butterflies come fluttering
like painted candy they drift and glide here and there
then, are gone in one swift current of wind
next comes a hummingbird
I hear the whirling wings first as she stops for nectar
as I admire her sparkling in the sun like multi mirrors
I wish this interlude could last
but life is calling so I must go but I know this place
and will return often for a piece of tranquility
Categories:
tinkles, peace,
Form: Free verse
I bought my cat a collar with a bell,
it is red and tinkles and she looks swell;
she is so proud and so glad,
when it is off she is sad;
tink, tinkle, tinkle all night till I . . . YELL !
Categories:
tinkles, fun,
Form: Limerick
The poem sits coyly at the counter of the Soda Shoppe,
waiting to be discovered, slowly sipping an egg cream.
Making it last all day, the creamy lukewarm liquid
drips down its poetically pointed chin,
a sticky puddle forming at its iambic feet.
The Soda Shoppe’s bell tinkles;
a thirsty reader breathlessly arrives.
Taking a stool next to the poem, she reaches over and lifts the creation to her lips.
Tasting its invigorating words, she sucks down its essence of life, grins and leaves.
Reveling in being discovered,
the poem sits coyly at the counter of the Soda Shoppe.
The Soda Shoppe’s bell tinkles.
In the throes of a moon-in-June love quarrel, a young couple enters.
Sitting on the other side of the poem, they decry the sticky mess on the floor.
Dripping with the dregs of saccharine philosophy, the poem chuckles,
“It’s so sad when uncultured people don’t realize what delights are just within reach.”
Categories:
tinkles, extended metaphor, philosophy, sweet,
Form: Other
Lips pucker
Sweet
corn kernel
K I S S E S
Biffing
long winded sighs
Into fits
WATERING
of pops and crackles
The squeezing..
(SQUISH)
strangle-hold
Pulsing tempest…………
Firmness
N u d g i n g
Tinkles
Licks nerves edges
munching marshmallows
in the cheeks
Wriggling sizzles
Tongues tAnGle
Hands Cl asp
Arms cRush
Legs Fling
Eyes r o l l
Breathe*lungs
Balloons on F i r e
Ooop! Oooop!
……………… Godzilla’s gobstopper
S P L O S H
Broiled caramel
like
Crème Brule
Categories:
tinkles, imagery, love, lust,
Form: Free verse
An enamouring belle with full of glamour
A tantalizing temptress with all fervour
An enchanting smile with each advance
A seductive sign of love-ful romance
Flooded with all beauty quotient
I am just aghast and reticent
As the charming woman walks
Like a cascade tinkles and talks
An enormous and lovely lady
Oozing with a great melody
Such a magnificent fairy true
Before me has come out of blue
An angelic grace so gracious
A magnetic tantrum so precious
A delectable damsel flaunts an aura
Of course, of Lord Venus and flora..!
Categories:
tinkles, angel, art, assonance,
Form: Couplet
My old gran had an ice cream van
And a bright green cape and a madcap plan
She’s out to save her fellow man
And with her walking frame, she can
Each night she prowls the felon’s range
Disturbing owls and foxes
She takes the van so she can change
For there are no phone boxes
She parks up at the end of night
And hobbles home by day’s first light
Today she caught a mugger’s sight
Who mocked my Gran’s heroic fight
‘Fighting crime is not a game
You’re just some soppy, daft old, dame
You’re leaning on that walking frame
To get some place or other.
‘Without your cape you’ve no disguise
Without your mask over your eyes
It might be wise to realise
You’re just some kid’s grandmother.’
Grandma raised her walking frame
Toward from where the voice had came
She asked the thug, ‘Have you no shame?’
And with her walking frame, took aim
One leg sprayed out chocolate sauce
Another leg sprayed sprinkles
Then Grandma pressed a button
And her van played tuneful tinkles
She gave the thug a wily grin
‘You’ll get the slammer some day
But today I’ve turned you in…
to an ice cream sundae.’
Categories:
tinkles, grandmother, hero,
Form: Rhyme
Misty sleeting engaging sprinkles
Drops of mornings dews
Gales waters tinkles
Water droplets sun embraced rainbow hues
Rain
Silent Sea breeze sprinkling
I crave the silent splendid breeze
Tradewind showering
I hear the mountains sneeze
The clapping steroid seasoning
Waterspout
Nature's faucet turned on flowing
When will, when will the rain
Stop
5/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
tinkles, analogy, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that the time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
Categories:
tinkles, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
O Marchsillypus!
Sour apples, roaring dandelions
lambykins and daffodils
furglowering seeds
blown through sweetling fingers
and tweedy cantankerous fiends
with the fierceness of lions
toss the bouncing balls
of lollypopkins into streets
not made of gold
to save his much too lawngreen soul
except for honeysweet grandma types
who stomp on the old man’s toes
he cries with defeat
as his sprinkler tears torture more seeds to sprout
and poppop is forced to pat
candy-necklaced twins
softly on their wretched heads
his sentinel-wife sanctimonious with arrowslant eyes
will reprise a kick in his bumbum
if he doesn’t likewise pat their furpet
who tinkles and wrecks havoc
O sillysourpusskin
your dreams are afright
not for sun days but treacherous nights
3/10/2021
JUST A SILLY POEM!
Categories:
tinkles, humor, march, silly,
Form: Light Verse
One has wrinkles, but so does the other
and they both are a whole lot of bother
They can't control when or where they pee
To get around, they crawl on their knees
Yet a helpless baby everyone loves
An incontinent old man nobody does
Perhaps it's because the baby's so cute
even when decked out in his birthday suit
Categories:
tinkles, baby, love, old,
Form: Rhyme
She is rarest of them all -
Me little wee mum, only four feet tall!
Strong but kind, firm yet fair;
Roses for her pretty hair!
Mum, she is very soft spoken;
Yet her rules are never broken.
I, the youngest of ten children
Am no stranger to her discipline.
None of we children is Mum taller than -
For Father's a very tall man!
When we're out together on holidays,
She often gets a dubious gaze.
Her smile is like the sunrise -
To light our morning skies!
Her laughter tinkles like a tiny bell.
Our cottage garden has such fragrant smell.
Mum is very dear to me;
Loveliest face ever I did see.
There lies her portrait upon the wall -
Me little wee mum, only four feet tall!
Categories:
tinkles, cute love, family, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Chubby like a new born,
Crowned with lustrous black tresses,
Dark eyes laced with long lush lashes,
Full succulent lips that defies the science of make-up.
Her soft ebony skin, deeply oiled, tinkles in the Sun,
Well sculpted bosom rising and falling seductively,
With every step she exudes grace,
Giant graceful strides like a lioness.
The adamantine rigidity of life couldn’t hold her,
She is a ruler of her world,
With boundless, immeasurable, unlimited, and infinite heart,
Her soft words, heart and confidence are enviable.
Rounded fundament sways to her rhythmic strides,
Colourful jigida adorns her narrow waist,
Flexible waistline accentuating an arc hips,
Moulding into legs bold, strong and daring.
The figure eight of Africa,
She is intelligent, smart and brave,
She is bold, daring and suave,
She is gentle like a dove.
She is the African woman,
The most acceptable definition of beauty.
Call her Hafsat Mustapha.
Categories:
tinkles, africa, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
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