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drop'em girl
click bloom
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I am pretty as I am, fam.
I never needed any glam.
I am so pretty and camp.
I have been a sexy tramp.
The wind cold and cutting,
The rain razor sharp,
A lonely Willow tree drips sadly on a
Bench in the park,
The sky dances with flashing lightening,
My heart pounds as nature’s power
Begins unleashing
Thunder so frightening,
Its raw beauty howling
In my ears, my spirit crying
In defiance against this squall,
And nature’s gall.
The dark black clouds dissipate, a dull cloud
Cover appears, then as suddenly strays,
To reveal a star bright sequined sky.
Earth and its wonders intoxicating,
In my minds eye, my imagination soars,
I See turquoise turtles, stripped unicorns,
Fantasy flowing,
From my veins and pores,
Such a delightful, delicate ethereal reality,
A collection of the unbelievable, which seems to
Clash with rationality.
Spring, the most most delicious, picture perfect
Season of the year,
That brings a childlike calm and nulls the mind of fear,
Reveals a magic that seems not of this world,
Let every being enjoy this buoyant feel,
When disbelief becomes believe, and clear skies
Clear one's mind and takes the wheel.
.
hard
not on purpose
But
hard
She walks through the desert with her heart in her smile and hate on her sleeve. Cactus blossom with her tears then wither quickly as he leaves briskly to go find her new risky sanctuary. Eyes that have seen pain, only the grains of time outlast her sorrow. Every scenic sunset she cries, she gasps, she tries to grasp for harmony. And with each new horizon she awakes to search for happiness.
Before me sight I Halting Dump
And I need to over it jump.
If my zeal be crushed into powder,
You wouldn’t see a face prouder.
Just asking that you retain The Lamp
That makes A Champ of An Agreed Tramp;
A firm will gives one to start chasing
After what Life holds in its casing.
Three years back uploaded not a verse
And the picture now a sweet reverse;
What if I’d lost to The Tightening;
Last air suck in face whitening?
Troublesome corpse after interment,
Quarrelsome Grave of heard rude comment,
The sky causing to be cloudier,
Disorganized systems rowdier…
Poetry Soup: second to just Nobel!
Why should I care if others rebel?
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"--- By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a tramp,
Far, far away from all human habitats
Away from all prying eyes
Following the bent
Of my vagrant inclination;
Into Nature’s sylvan pockets
To places studded with trees
To the tranquil bosom of the woods
Onto the heights of bald headed hills
Where shrubs struggle to strike root
From the cleft of rocks and ledges
Where in hollows, wild bushes grow in clusters
To watch the shreds of hovering mist
To gaze upon piles of sailing clouds
To shout loud and whistle long
And to listen to the hills
Mimicking my own sound
There I will hop and jump,
Like a sprightly forest fawn,
As I don’t fear
Either the silently gliding streams,
Or the clump of swaying trees,
The host of wild flowers,
Or the monstrous mossy rocks,
Either the birds or the beasts
Never will they watch my cranky pranks
And call me a loony
As here my own men might do!
September 19, 2022
Written for the contest, I Wandered Lonely As _ Challenge
Sponsor, Natasha L Scragg
Judged on 9/24/2022
The alter ego of Charles Spencer Chaplin
Was a disaster just waiting to happen
The Little Tramp was clearly oblivious
That his presence was deleterious
11 September 2022
Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
We Christians know enough ... we know
About false prophets and yet shut senses galore
Then we shocked Hindu, Muslim, Jew by loving him
And voting, defending Donald: Liar, Egotist, Trampling
When he lost, he wanted to kill, maim, mock democracy
Hang on to free lodging at The White House
(Maybe it is time to rename this House of Tribalism)?
Trumpling, Tramp of democracy, Trifling with Global Government!
Will we (Christians) ever learn
If they do not talk, walk, share ... about Jesus, Yeshua Hameshiach
They are the anti-Christ if elected by our majority, Believers,
Evangelicals, Catholics! (Biden #2, may correct this tramp)
FOOTNOTE of NOTE: Google Dr. Irene Butter on US democracy, as she grew up in Nazi-occupied Europe.
Jiggery pokery
maestro Charlie Chaplin
on screen comic icon
amusing stamp.
Unreal acts turned art
verisimilitude
waggish movie journey
from ’Kid’ to ‘Tramp’.
January 15, 2021
Syllable count :6/6/6/4 (howmanysyllables.com)
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership)
Sponsor : William Kekaula
an old tramp fast asleep
on a bench in an empty park
no sounds or visible movements
yet on his worn out clothes
fleas hop and bedbugs and lice crawl
Date written 16th May
Name of Challenge Lind68868
Sponsor Dear Heart Constance
Theme Chosen comparitive thought
There was a dog that was shy
To come out of his shell, was his aim
Since they always said, "Come here boy!"
He decided "Boy" was his name!
"Tramp" went up to Boy with paw out
In an attempt, a friend to make
But Boy just stared down at his paws
For he never learned how to shake!
Tramp told lady, "There's no pasta,"
"But would you like a kibble or bit"
"I'll just have some kibble," she said,
"But maybe a bit in a bit!"
Tramp ran off to fetch her the treat
"You're a hot dog, lady!", boy said
Lady just smiled as Tramp came back
"Boy" ran away with his face red
Lady told tramp, "maybe we should go"
As she tied the string on her bonnet
Tramp barked, "Lady, we can't go now,"
"When there's a dog gone, dog gone it!"
When Boy came back, Lady said,
"Your sweet comment I did enjoy"
"I think you were brave to return!"
And then they all said, "Atta Boy!"
Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
We’d preach a little gospel to save them all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
They were treacherously mean with their call.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
But the men would sneak, see us, big and tall.
And lay their money down, and have a ball.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
He was tall, handsome, but left me after all.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Written May 1, 2018
I need to change my life the tramp was heard to say,
I don't ask for much I am easily pleased,
But life on the road is no longer the way,
And I am finding it harder to get through each day.
There once was a time,when the open road,
Meant ,adventure, excitement, the chance to roam free,
But now there's no room for the vagrants code,
And no one will invite you to tea, in this cold society.
I once had a friend who would tramp miles every day,
A constant companion, Bill Westway by name,
His knowledge and wit, would make every one smile,
He was killed by some youths,whilst climbing a stile.
I've decided to hang up my boots,as It were,
And have managed to take up with a lady whose fair,
She appears to think of me,quite nicely it seems,
But I am still on the road with old Bill, in my dreams.
He silhouettes the misty skyline,
Down lush valleys, through glades below.
Skirting greenwoods by still waters,
Until the earths last fading glow
Laying down so tired and weary,
Awakened by the cockrel's crow.
Bread and water, beggars breakfast,
Morning sunlight, urging him to go.
Past the farmyard, dogs a barking,
Hurry, scurry, quick quick slow.
Heading towards new horizons,
In endless journeys, to and fro.
Weather warning signs approaching,
Fallow fields turn white with snow.
Frozen feet tramp lonesome highways,
Seeking shelter, leaves his spirits low.
4/ 29/ 2017.
Written 1951 eleven years old.
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