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Brassiere

Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more

Autumn Dream

Written: November 12, 2023, For JCB Brul Contest
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With a balmy wind
nature sings its symphony~
as leaves dance above
Life's cycle will trounce autumn
saffron hemming without dread

Notice twigs slight fall
autumn's mind-astounding grace~
embrace spell lyric
as nature's croon blithely spread
trees sway in hone symphony

Abused and Misused

We learn to skip before we run,
We learn to crawl before we walk.
We often look before we leap
But rarely think before we talk.
Words are our friends and should be cherished as such,
But too many, it seems, don't seem to care very much.
I have pity on poor defenseless words
When we batter, and bludgeon,
And pummel, and trounce them,
And feel especially bad
When I abuse, or misuse,
Or misspell, or mispronounce them*.

*Author's note and disclaimer: Many of you, dear readers, are well aware that in certain of my pieces, I do these things with a certain degree of frequency, but when I do, I claim poetic license and/or plead the Ogden Nash Amendment, which is: My muse made me do it.

The Juggernaut

My eyes tell a story 
Do you wanna know?
The tempest and the temptations
Are alive but wasn't enough to trounce me

I'm wild and loyal
Resilient and practical
Church-mindedly ruthless and effervescent
A cheerful giver of love not lust

Smirtle! I make you laugh not cause I care
But to show my brawniness
My prowess as a queendom
Goes without the saying - I rule

Not bard of Homer or Avon
But I write
Your destiny not mine
I'm the juggernaut

Follow the Fire

Endure the travails of somber night
To emerge in bliss of golden sunrise,
Let the fleeting storm pass you by
To spot a rainbow on opaline skies.

Entrust your own founding thoughts
And form your informed paradigm,
Trade not for spurious vacant-prose
Your enriching voice versed in rhyme.

Appreciate your share of sunny days
But also, those of drenching rains,
For they are both eminently essential
To produce bountiful harvest of grains.

Upon falling from your ambitions
Endeavor to rise again and again,
Questing always to reach higher highs
Of worthy goals you wish to attain.

No one fighting on battlefield of life
Sans hurdles unfailingly succeeds,
Yet, success is the enriching feature
Of all endearing, purposeful deeds.

Dwell not in the world of transience
When your aspirations quest forever,
Trounce firmly every sigh of failure
From pursuit of a gratifying endeavor.

Follow the fire in halo of your soul
And rise boldly to tether your claim,
Then look up to arc of life’s horizon,
Watch your fate emboss your name.

December 17, 2022
Placed 2nd: Follow the Fire Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose

Observing a Bug

Bounce, bounce, bounce, pounce, the tiny bug doth trounce.
From flower, to peddle to blade he jounce.
A salacious Salticidae, announce.

This, jumping spider, you cannot denounce,
nor deny his luring love dance pronounce.

Offering romance beyond the troyounce,
And promise his arms your desire shall frounce.

You are mine; I am yours it is enounce.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, trounce, the tiny bug doth pounce.

Watch Scotch Who Would Botch

after drinking scotch
what we did do was to watch
plan they had would botch

up efforts will boost
while we watched a chicken roost
that they always must

we would like to wish
always again and again
free us from our sin

fight with an ally
worst was fighting without them
would prefer the first

wonder which is worse
living a life of leisure
struggle until death

putin ounce by ounce
bad news and on will pounce
also try to trounce

they played a tom tom
had a lot of RAM and ROM
sounding like blasting bomb

did learn how to drive
were certain we would survive
then remain alive

never gave a hoot
we prefer to prosecute
finding all the loot

we had heard a bird
knew was totally absurd
liked her coffee stirred

Let Us Pray

Let us pray to be like the breeze
Anchored not anywhere
From stagnation, let’s get release 
Our bones weary from wear

That that confines, renounce
Erst fears and desires trounce
Feel bliss grow, ounce by ounce

Love holds sway
Let us pray

03-April-2022
Quietus

Feel Light

Float like a fly
Glide the air
Reach the sky
But feel light

Soar high 
Think big
worries waive
And feel light

Wander around
Whirl the world
Grasp the crown
Still feel light

Trounce trouble
Put it down
Jump above
And feel light

Trace your light
Follow the trail
Shine bright
But feel light

Feel the light
within you, ignite it
And fly high
But feel light

Worries waive
Jump above
Fly high
Reach sky
Grasp crown
Shine bright 
But feel light

Fly Beyond the Sky

Crush the negative thoughts that pull you down
Brush the black and white dots in vibrant hues
Rush not the success for it's not the running race
Hush and trounce failures and get rid off blues

Descry and espouse every opportunity that comes
Deny the quote, that common man cannot score
Try until your zeal for success blazes bright and
Fly beyond the blue sky, for you deserve more 

June 15 2021

Cumber-Land

The world according to Jan, cucumbers trounce men on the Isle of Man


7 January 2021
Contest: Tease a Friend - Monoku
Sponsor: Bobby May

Window

To all the possibilities beyond my window
One day the breeze will flow and wake me up
And I' ll see the magnificent moonlight falling over the old tree
Making it to be a christmas tree 

There it is
All my possibilities lying over the crossed bars
One day you'll see through that window
In the night at all its glory
You will have your chance
One day through all the trounce
You will lead to the day that's bright.

What Is Freedom

What is freedom?
Is it to knock about the world
Bolt-hole,no serfdom?
Is it to fritter away
Sweat-embellished money,
Just to trounce boredom?
Is it to cross all the boundaries,
Spout off unwary,
Exposing solipsistic odium?
No?
Then,
What is freedom?



In this fastpace world,we demand for freedom,freedom of speech, freedom of movement,freedom of belief.But making these demans,tge true essence of feel of freedom is long gone.



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Mind Full, Less Mind

I walk across myself,
In daily grace,
Lacking that which legs embrace.

I bounce.
And trounce,
And pounce upon,
My mind as if, as if,
I’ve been pronounced.

Aching for a feeling felt,
By those before me freed,
By shadows shaking in cerebral leaves,
Melting nature, neither knelt nor creed.

Undulating evanescence of feeling for a now,
Halt your breath or lack thereof,
For you I’ll heed a bow.

Seeking sorrow I wish for not,
Though thoughts seek for your brush.
Sucking me into the rush,
Of mindlessness I’ve fought.

Always fleeing the fear of me;
The one that has no locus.
Ricocheting nervous flux,
Into a constant lack of focus.

Rhyme, no,
Not time,
Nor dime,
Hidden in a pig,
Whose aching effort of swollen holes,
Is but a brief and shameful gig.

Despite the lack of spoken spree,
Or glee within a trance,
A chance to free the me in thee,
Has saved me in your glance.

Hopeless, a joke of hocus pocus,
Abra go grab the macabre who woke us,
For without wishes I’ve only you,
Which make me less than two.

Running Through Hell

Like procrastination, stagnation
and its constipated nature is like
a high hurdle before the finish line—
a pregnant thief waiting to trounce you.

Life’s like a race running through hell
and through its trials and tribulations,
we must keep running—for if we stop
we will surely burn in the fires of their hell.

With eyes on the prize, faith in God,
belief in self, keep running children;
otherwise, you’ll fail to make it through
the fires of hell being stoked around you.

 As you live and strive to do so, be aware
of the trumped-up hell around you.
Look, listen, and know—but don’t you stop!
The fires of defeat are burning—don’t stop!

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