Harry Finnegan loved his horse,
Not in the carnal sense of course,
Just as a valued animal friend
Loyal and faithful to the end.
You’d see them every day up town
On Harry’s milk and yoghurt round
Bringing foods of taste and class
To places others dare not pass.
There wasn’t a place – high or low
That Harry and horse would not go.
Harry didn’t know the truth of course,
His nag was a police undercover horse,
Digi cameras in each front hoof
And in his mane to film the roof,
A mobile phone to fit beneath
Both of his two large front teeth,
A special code of whinnies and neighs
To direct the force all the way
To the scene of a spotted crime
Helping them arrive in time.
Local villains trembled in despair
Wondering how the police got there.
Watch this space some other night
More revelations if the time is right
But nobody twigged how crime went down
On Harry Finnegan’s Yoghurt round.
And Harry Finnegan loved his horse
But not in the carnal sense of course.
Categories:
twigged, animal, fantasy, friendship, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
God knows I tried
I've done my best,
Restored our pride
Aced every test.
Who only knew
Who could have guessed,
What lies would spew
From Socialists possessed.
The vote was rigged
The Media lied,
My fans all twigged
But cast aside.
The courts were bought
Judges aloof,
No cheaters caught
Democrats screaming "Where's the proof?"
My wife fast packing
My kids all gone,
Fast losing backing
But “bring it on”!
They think I'm done?
Washed up to rot?
Again I'll stun
Enact my plot.
Just lie in wait
Watch Biden flail,
All will then gyrate
Back to me, the holy grail.
Until then a little fun
Parties galore and adoration,
Florida golfing in the sun,
Itching for that call to lead the Nation.
Categories:
twigged, allegory, confidence, humor, parody,
Form: Rhyme
Crystal doorstep, crystal swing!
Carry me to our angels nest, made into our holy, twigged love-ring.
Where the softest of all gentlest raindrops,
May bless us under a silent, verdant, velvet, luxurious top.
Warble songs of sweetness to my most humble bowed head.
Do read me poetry, till God's silvered-moon ascends!
11-7-2020
Categories:
twigged, imagery,
Form: Couplet
Sister Susie swigged seven Sangria's,
Seven Sangria's sister Susie swigged.
Swigging seven Sangria's was so stupid -
Susie’s severely sozzled her twin sister twigged!
1/17/20
Categories:
twigged, drink, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The heat is soaring;
No breeze to allay;
Little puff clouds drifting,
Magnolia leaves falling,
No moisture in sight,
A twig lay on the bannister,
Or that’s what it tries to be,
It is a long camouflaged insect
Yearning to be free.
Fly away, twigged bug,
And message the clouds to rain.
Categories:
twigged, allusion, nature,
Form: Verse
T H E T H E T H E
H H H
W O O O W
I T L L L T I
S R L L L R S
D O E O O O E O D
O F E W E F O
M ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ M
TWIGGED KNOWLEDGE
IF YOU SHOULD CARE
BRANCH OUT AND
LEARN EACH BOUGH
HEAVEY EACH LEAF
A WORD A TINY
PIECE OF THE WHOLE
STORY ONE THOUSAND
YEARS OF HISTORY CAN
^^^^^BE FOUND SHOULD YOU CARE^^^^
Hollow poetry contest. - Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
06/10/18
Categories:
twigged, wisdom,
Form: Concrete
There once was a teacher called Marty
Who taught each class as if it was a big party.
With a sax he explained he was jazzy
If there was doubt he would get sassy.
His style had students in the palm of his hand
Like a party of people vibing off a rock band.
Oh it didn't stop there
As he explained grammar without care
Students came from far and wide
They forked out a hefty travel fare
Marty's originality brought them there.
He was warm and compassionate
It was evidenced in his nature
With gestures somewhat effeminate.
Immediatly they twigged he's special
Unlocking their world understand the ethical.
Marty didn't care what other people thought
So get just taught and taught and taught
Each day the same way "English let's play!"
To have Marty is what the language sought.
Categories:
twigged, education, funny, hero, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
The cheeky bird was nestled in the tree
Among almond blossoms of pinkish white,
Juxtaposed betwixt the blue sky and me.
The twigged tree was a leafless delight,
Abloom in spring with branches swaying free;
Till the brown bird did on a twig alight.
Brown branch, pale blue sky and dusky feather,
Spoggy silhouette in the spring weather.
("Spoggy" is Australian slang for Sparrow.)
Categories:
twigged, bird, nature,
Form: Ottava rima
Every dawn does bathe me
In such splendorous sounds,
As sweet gusts carry sometimes
So many to the gallery.
Be the first angels to bring
The dance through the wind.
First were feathers to ever sing,
First perch to hear in loving awe.
Did the oak become so ancient
just to shelter and care?
Then sway in rhythm
through poetic gesture
On one's magical flight of fancy.
As you, woods will soar,
high can the spirit sail,
Strong is the bond with weeping cheer,
Say be the whistling willow.
So very dear is bird, who
do appear without effort
To perform in perfect verse
and endless be their song.
At which now to me,
this time, be sacred.
When my head's twigged
on my fluffy pillow,
Nestled in the spirit of
an Oaken Willow.
/|\
Categories:
twigged, spiritual,
Form: Light Verse
deep brush brown her locks
turned my key
pleading nutmeg eyes
her lips, face dried out from
too much jesus not enough sex
and here not even a cold hollow kiss
could dampen the warm nest we twigged
together a million miles stranded
off broken desire highway
here flesh puppet carcasses
burn their sidewalk gaze into the ancient wind rage
and cornered angels sing rock of ages to broken ears
who would hear
a song rising up to paradise
Categories:
twigged, allegory, angel, dark, freedom,
Form: Elegy
empty nest
i came upon this empty nest
and felt of soul a bit bereft
i wondered how it came to be
and wondered if now fulfilled
its purpose was to be unbuilt
shells all scattered about below
nesting about like skinned wind
of parenthood and progeny in tow
a beautiful family once had been
now a memory twigged on the wing
natural progression of posterity
zeitgeist from parent to offspring
still deep meaning it has for me
to accept both aspects i've seen
treasuring both nurture and the nurturing
© Goode Guy 2015-04-23
Categories:
twigged, children, introspection, parents,
Form: Rhyme
Twigged tapestry
Fragilities warm embrace
Of soft future babes
An odd weave, Assorted lot
Avian's chosen shelter.
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
twigged, animals, places,
Form: Tanka