The Fervour for UK Farmers
The country sees as most alarming
A (punishing tax) upon their farming!
Put in place by old man Starmer
I believe it’s bordering on treason
Maybe this man has lost any reason
At last a great move from Jeremy Clarkson
Who’s remarks on Rover (got my narks on!)
He’s standing like a ‘king of sense and reason
Btw where is HRH Charles this wintry season?
Heredity in chief yet perhaps not a victim of such mischief?
He saw Welby go tumbling
Still quiet he stayed – a little troubling?
Maybe he’s away ski-ing leaving farmers to the treeing?
Of that foul quarry Starmer
How he is loathed, in truth he is no great charmer
©Joe Maverick 21-11-2024
Categories:
treeing, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
"Treeing", "treeing,"cheerful sound of a bicycle bell;
stuck well inside my ear like a hard binding gel;
Peeping from the window, I knew him very well;
The boy lived at next door took me out of my cell.
Creeping from window, I rode down the green meadow;
The maiden dew drops shone as, young stars brightly glow;
Painted tyre, like watermelon,circled with the flow;
Feathery I felt with the morning cool breeze blow.
Lonely as a planet I lived between four walls;
Oh boy! I met my child hood there with so much falls;
whistling to the playful tunes heard as lovely calls;
"Oh! Wow ! You are out of your groove,bouncing as balls".
I pleaded her, "well, could you be this child again"?
"Let's ride to future with this new happiness gain";
Vanished, she in a flash, and hid inside my brain;
Yet the smile on my lips, never went down the drain.
Date : 13th July 2022
Contest: A watermelon fantasy ride to feed my imagination poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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Categories:
treeing, child, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have columns and porticos,
piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot. curl and jut outward
as the limbs of a still treeing houses.
Once in a house like this,
I recalled the broadleaf woods of my childhood,
a memory that rocked me gently
in its timbered embrace.
I came to know that depth of my life,
its internal architecture
one room grown from another -
the many mansions.
Categories:
treeing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Or i in the inn of the Djinn of the winning whim
Sorry for all those things i am going to do
looking in the shadow
for something
looking for me
Give away my free will
not by choice
The aliens have landed
but humanity's in a VR helmet
and haven't
notice
if you have noticed this notice
just to say
thanks for
noticing
if i lived forever
would i ever be happy
Angels shake their heads
while demons chorus tutting
if i could give a i wouldn't
Forcing my last breath as i spit at death
holding the grain by the grain
write in the wrong mind of frame
We of the ird
The abs of the bird
Cases full of knots and nuts
Put an m at the start of my ad
men until the until
Treeing out the wrong bark
Broke the Hatters favourite hat
he might be a little upset
Peoople is strange
When you are Strange
Error no such data
Wy do we need the h
Free with all my eeks
oddded an extra d
adde an negative d
Pecking at ever uliar
Arranged the d pacifically
Specifically specimen unspecified
A chain
Mis-----sing linked
Never blinked
cause i don't want to open my eyes
Categories:
treeing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Harry had a dog, Old Red
his hobby, treeing squirrels.
One day Harry’s garden was, assaulted
by squirrels with tails a’twirl.
Now Old Red didn’t tolerate
any squirrels stealing nuts;
He decided he would set straight
that squirrel’s, thieving butt.
Old red took a jump and chased
that thief with Harry’s food;
he had decided to erase
Mr. Squirrel’s stealing mood.
But, squirrels are tough rascals
Old red let out a yelp;
Harry had to cackle,
at the sight of giant nose whelp.
Old Red’s pride was hurt,
of that there is no doubt.
Squirrel eventually became dessert;
Red wears a smiling snout.
Categories:
treeing, animal, dog, fun, humor,
Form: Rhyme
'Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral'
Once I sat engaged and blossoming
When I thought of the flowers
In a kingdom full of wreaths
Once upon a midnight peak
I saw the sunflowers
In a kingdom full of seedpods
Flowers - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the flowers
By the grave I saw the sweet peas
I heard an ornamental, flush treeing
When I thought of the flowers
It threw its ghost against the geraniums
They are perfumed from unseen showers
They are perfumed from unseen craniums
Suddenly, I heard some dewing
In there stepped a thundery flowering quince
And the acanthus was doing
I am shorn of the morning rinse
Of the rainstorm's that is suing
Much I marveled the peak flora
The bio-diverse botanical garden breezing
Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral
There’re so beautiful and alluring…
8/8/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
treeing, analogy, appreciation, flower,
Form: Dramatic Verse
A prime splendid blossoming;
My passion is the lonely bloom;
On that day my soul grew floral;
Deep into that garden treeing
Oh, the trees;
Oh, those flowers;
In a kingdom begonias full
Roses and Marigolds;
Upon horizon peaks
Floral garden speaks
Flowers yes flowers
Floral garden speaks
Upon horizon peaks;
Oh!
the trees;
Oh!
those flowers...ever so
ahhh! amazing
Floral
Categories:
treeing, adventure, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Lyric
Falling is the dawn’s rain,
God’s tears—the most gentle—
beautiful expressions of grief and joy.
The grief of flooding waters
has passed—collateral damage
of the water sacrifices of purification
from time immemorial and Noah’s story.
Let us not fear the dawning rain,
seeking to walk between the drops;
rather let us walk…in the bosom of nature…
each raindrop anointing us with the water of love:
healing waters soaking our treeing roots.
Indeed, if it wasn’t for the rain—God’s tears,
where would we be…?
Come…let us walk in and to the pitter-patter rhythm
of falling raindrops.
As we have weathered the storms of rain,
so shall we not wither…because of the rain:
Let freedom not only ring; let it also rain down
the blooming of peace, love and purpose.
Categories:
treeing, allegory, analogy, freedom, imagery,
Form: Prose Poetry
White celebration again,
With mothers and children
Juicing, fruiting campaign,
Tossing drinking Champaign,
Standing and sitting again
With singing and dancing domain
A thirtieth birthday bro!
No pain no gain again.
Lightening x-massing you see,
Prepared for months to be,
With touring and camping on sea,
Treeing disco lighting may be,
A thirtieth birthday bro!
No pain no gain again.
Facebooking, snapping no less,
Flashing shamming they do,
Drinking, eating careless,
Calamity obituary on due,
A thirtieth birth day bro
No pain no gain again.
© Lucas Mkude, 07-01-2012
Categories:
treeing, adventure, birthday, pain, birthday,
Form: Free verse