They text,messages drown in furrows of soil irrigation,
Tittering rings hollow,filters hide what hearts should know,
I crawl past bogies,faces that mean nothing-
Modern Love is limping
They scroll endlessly,ghosted signals extinguished in flames,
Their faces lit by others' illusions,souls marooned,
Love needs medical aid
Their bosom are lumps of fat instead of human hearts,
Oaths deleted before we can see them,fade and gutter out,
Longing has download error,and desires lags-
Their sangomas miseducate them
#Sangomas---witchdoctors
suddenly it was as if someone had put a dark cap on the sky
we went from balmy and breezy with a gentle wind to tornado alley
oak leaves had been dancing and tittering
Now their branches were bending in half
and their maniacal laughter had stopped
our weather turned instantly from frolickingly fun to serious
I ran inside the house to fetch our car keys
Raised the garage doors and parked both cars
My husband was sleeping, he is a shaman
storms put him down as if he had been bundled by his mama
Before those garage doors were down cold hard rain pelted me
It was as if I was being doused with freezing anger
I watched the hail from the windows
Remember the old fashioned 1960 square ice cubes?
They looked like those, only asymmetrical
Thunder warned of further storming
I crawled into bed too
there is no reason to tease this kind of storm
both dogs jumped up and hid their faces in my covers
we live in Kansas; no reason to tempt the wicked witch to come get us
tittering among the hollyhock blooms
two elfin men both named Mack
just seeing them chased away my glooms
I knew they always had my back
two elfin men both named Mack
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
I knew they always had my back
the joy they gave me kept me witty
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the joy they gave me kept me witty
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
the love they exuded gave me chills
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
just seeing them chased away my glooms
the love they exuded gave me chills
tittering among the hollyhock blooms
The treepie was confident and cocky, walking my fence
Tottering and tittering to himself, in a bravado-like manner
He was a handsome bird, his colors painted in compartments
Yellows, blacks, whites; he looked distinguished like a penguin
They both wear a tuxedo-like feather pattern
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.
Is she more magical because she is pink?
I have no idea, but it makes sense as pink stands for love.
Pink brings innocence and sincerity into the equation.
I flitter around looking for the pink faerie.
She is elusive, but I hear her tittering.
I see a garden of carnations, but do not enter it.
If she wants to show herself, she will.
Forcing faeries is never a good idea.
You may call me Mrs. V the woman told new workers.
I am the manager, so I manage what you do.
She is also an overseer, and a micro-manager, someone whispered.
She gave that man a mean nasty I-wish-you-would-die look.
There was a bit of tittering, some smirks, one tiny giggle.
I tried to not get involved in any of this, I needed this job.
I supervise you every day, she told us. So be on your toes.
The man said something else and some people giggled.
I had no idea what it was, but I was glad I had not heard.
After the meeting I inquired about the man who dared.
He is her husband, I was told. He likes to rile her during meetings.
I could tell by her face that his life would not be lovely tonight.
Mercat was in the deepest of the deep blue sea
The eighth sea if you ask the likes of Pirate Lee
When she found a mirror that belonged to me
I am so beautiful! She said with pronounced glee.
The other maids were tittering about this kitty-she.
So brazenly boastful, said one of the cuter ones, Tee.
Why shouldn’t she be proud? Asked her cousin Zee.
After all, she is the only mercat in the deep blue sea.
Sam was the fluffiest Tom on the Parisian block
The tittering of females was found around the clock
They came into Starbucks at a quarter until eight
Giggling and gaggling, which he did not appreciate
Give it a rest, Sam thought, as he tried to read his book.
They were older ladies, giving him a “come hither look”.
He was tired of being married, he had done it six times before.
He would always amble home to Mama at a quarter to four.
The tittering and chittering was going on in a whispery way
Faeries meeting once a year, showing off in the sheerest sweet way
They were conniving to make the forest the best it had ever been
Best of all, each darling tree faerie had brought her own identical twin.
I heard a little girl laugh
it was tittering and tingly
it made my heart explode all over
where was it coming from?
I walked around the Alzheimer’s unit
looking for a little girl,
finally finding her, in the body of a ninety-year-old woman
her head was thrown and she was giggling away
uninhibited, with zest and gusto
the laugh of a small child,
it delighted me, and maybe others
I tried to meet her eye, but she was in another world.
Many moons ago -
A boys school in Northern England
The Morning Role Call.
Names are bellowed with a haughty distain
followed by a subdued: 'Here sir.'
"Andrews
Ashforth
Diamond (silence)
Donaldson
Bartholomew
Bloggs
Bracegirdle
Ingram
Higgins
Jones"
.......etcetera
Teacher in an exasperated tone:
"Diamond!" - more awkward silence;
some tittering from the back row.
I was not there
I had left for good earlier
but not before leaving a dead rat
on the Principles chair.
I never went back
not even to pick up and bury my pet rat.
worshipful master’s fez kept slipping off his head.
he was irritated and blamed the trumpet flower.
tittering faeries kept him irritated, this honored Ted.
Ted sat in their bouquet, annoyed by their power.
they had him all confused and curiously tense.
with their girly charms and their faerie ways.
he sat among their giggling in masculine suspense.
wondering what they had in mind for him these days.
smiling smirking faeries are first fun, but they sometimes turn.
his grandpa found out when his heart was captured by one.
gramps lives a life of toil and work, driven hard by his wife Fern.
a faerie who keeps him busy while she flies off and has the fun.
Jokester Jester balances himself on the tip of a ball.
Some of the maids in waiting whispered he would indeed fall.
He was super confident, because he had mastered this trick.
It was one of his specialties, his name was Balancing Nick.
The king was not impressed, he rolled his hazel eyes instead.
Then he said in a most severe voice “Off with his head!”
The maids in waiting were astounded. They stopped tittering now.
“I am kidding!” The king told them with annoyance. “Don’t have a cow!”
cardinal
red feathered
trilling tittering tweeting
beak bird acorn oak
scampering, frolicking, chasing
brown, furry
squirrel
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