She tosses her hair into the wind with wild abandon and hope.
Her ways wise and wonderful, power tree is as pure as Ivory soap.
I stand in the shadows watching, wondering what she will do next.
Her movements seem spontaneous, but her mind is complex.
She looks so casual, and yet she is always plotting an oak says.
I know this is true, she is my sister, her name is Splendiferous Inez.
I have seen her in action since I was a wee babe, she is always thinking.
Of ways to bring peace and hope to the woods, continually uniting and linking.
Categories:
tosses, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Personification
I cannot drive from my home to a grocery store without choking back tears that threaten to spill as sourced from my bruised heart. The gifts of earth as lovingly bestowed from our Father to us are trashed in sad quantities upon the roadsides in ignorant, careless tosses that I cannot understand and refuse to accept. If man cannot comprehend all that earth’s wonders offer us on even a basic, selfish level then what hope is there for man to understand anything at all that would lead us back to Eden? How are we to globally comprehend the benefits of goodwill when we fail to understand the good concept of trash cans?
trash throws vast blessings
back at our generous source ~
my mascara runs
May 28, 2019
Categories:
tosses, abuse, america, anger, betrayal,
Form: Haibun
MRS. BOBBITT TOSSES HER HUSBAND’S CIGAR
she brought out the hatchet,
lowered the leprechaun guillotine,
took a satisfying drive,
threw away the cigar,
it rolled away from all the bushes.
he cried,
found his stubble (newspaper covered)
and a hyena surgeon.
tapped out,
drained and pale,
revival of his pal.
ditched his spiteful wife,
who smokes cigars blindfolded.
the men in blue
won’t touch this stuff,
braving burglars
but not their wives.
4/7/2018
Based...loosely...on a true story
Categories:
tosses, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Tosses,
started to count and losses,
not in tens,but in grosses,
tossed like a peeble,
Hunger, has made me a rebel,
When people,look at my face they tremble,
Tosses from the economy,
With all the on & off dicotomy
all the wahala and palava is raining down on me,
I have to face the reality
Use my self ability,
To overcome every uncertainty,
Tossed like a coin in a football match,
Look! my children their clothes in a patch,
No money,Jesus,but my roof needs a thatch,
Onlyyou can help me with no strings attached.
da poet
21/1/2011.
Categories:
tosses, lifeme,
Form: Rhyme