I’m too young and too happy
according to my ‘infectious agents’ professor
and is he ever wrong?
Four of us pressurized med-school freshmen
(Chloé, Emma, Léah, and I) who have become
fast friends, were twisted together in a seated circle,
laughing, cutting up and sharing our deepest thoughts
as the TAs handed back several quizzes that had been
slowly and torturously graded over the past month.
Isn’t it bad enough that studies have reordered us,
and made our days and nights as one?
Must we also wear our spirits low? We cannot.
Humor is our gentle requital
Laughter is the impossibility powerful sound
that slays worry and common sense
That educated man may spend his authority as he wishes
but well-timed delights can’t always be scheduled.
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Songs for this:
Me & You by HONNE
Jamirobeegees Mashup by Pomplamoose
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He said "you're too young and too happy" with a twinkly smile
but I treated it seriously in this poem. ??
Manslaughter, murder and massacre is one
But a visit to the dentist is another
The eerie smiles hidden behind the masks
The twinkly eyes filled with plots
To offer they have lots and lots
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!
Rubbery gloves and broken headlights
Red sinks of blood
The dirty water or is it mud?
Disgusting pastes and painful syrups
Tweezers, hammers, and drills
Certain of our deaths!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!
Every visit every time
Oh.. the noble hearts..
put on their smiles and say
-“it is just another month or two!
Have a Good Day”!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!
She appeared in the middle of a snowflake
Most could not see her, but the fey always can
She flitted around the white snow sprinkling pixie dust
It began to glisten, as twinkly as fifties sequins
Where were her sisters? Had they not arrived yet?
They were along shortly, sprinkling around white glitter
When they were finished the snow had a blueish tint
It was sparkling as prettily as it ever could
The faeries were finished until the next snowfall
Let’s talk to the moonlight
Telling her, our stories
recording our songs
Sang on a cold night
Let’s pray to the twinkly star
Calling on her cold embrace
As our skin folds in response
While we are covered in each others breath
Mixing every notes with heart lines
Journeying into this paradise of ours
Walking side by side till forever’s end
as legends of old worn novels once walked
from Romeo et Juliet to Simi in Gold
sinking teeth, nails and hook all at once
Let’s stay on this trail from dusk to dawn
With time the price of this Trip
through the winter storm
And the fleeting rains casting a silhouette of our presence
Enjoying the shift in night’s moment
To create a memory of a life time
The Day After Christmas
It’s the day after Christmas and all round the gaff
Lay the wrappings from presents, both splendid and naff.
Bottles upended and glasses on stairs,
Stains on the carpet, the curtains, the chairs.
Christmas tree fallen and blocking a door.
Bedrooms resounding to thunderous snores.
The remnants of turkey and all of its trimmings
Where e-coli blooms its unnoticed beginnings.
Upon the detritus, all twinkly and bright,
Shine fairy lights, forgotten, left on overnight.
Booze fumes and *** smoke still hang in the air.
It’s a mess that would make the most pious saint swear.
Under the sink on their cheap plastic tray,
Lurk brushes and sponges, the all-surface spray.
For after the fun, the excess celebration
Comes the down-side, the chore, the clean-up operation.
Sanity must be returned to the house
Where nothing’s displaced, not even a mouse.
Was it worth it for one day of party and cheer?
You bet! And we’ll do the same nonsense next year!
frosty twinkly ice castle
gleaming in the north park
dazzlingly sparkly
freshly created
effervescent and admirable
visited by those who love frozen things,
enticing children
delighting oldsters
designed by artisans
reviving childhood memories
today freshly iced
a confection of beauty
giving new meaning to frost
sunset I'm leaving
the birds are headed my way
far past the dogwoods
beneath twinkly skies
out past the emerald lane
beyond Silver Lake
the gleeful hour waits
in peach sky rosy morning
where the birds sing sun
Today I loose my virginity
My friends teasing me please express the tune of your romance.
I grin on them with a smile okay dear laugh
I am nervous that is she Amaze with the arangment what in that point I am thought fully playing holding little finger game by self....
Suddenly a aroma of loban sniff into my nose her hair braided by it she closed my eyes and gave me a peck on to my forehead
Her wrist felt like a melted chocolate with golden butter that with a closed eyes slowly when I open I looked at her
Means of flowers twinkly near the sea tides her neck piece of black pearl give the darkness of shade at day
She wants me to express I hug her feet on my foot so in her eyes I can say that
I love you
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
She was an ordinary forest until she wasn’t.
I did not see her most magical tree until I was deep inside her oaks
This glistening twinkly dazzling bright-lighted tree was next to the water
I crept up quietly not realizing faeries were all over her leaves.
Her forest’s foremost faerie queen had been expecting me.
She allowed her subjects to keep their lights glowing
I could see who she was protecting when I got closer and saw the faeries.
I am getting weak, she confided. You must help select the next faerie queen.
Me! I am a mere human! I know nothing about such matters.
You have been chosen, she assured me, thus, I began interviewing.
I selected the one who seemed the most kind; and she appeared satisfied.
She disappeared before my eyes, and a crown appeared on the chosen one’s head.
The forest suddenly got even quieter, which I did not know was possible.
Glistening faerie tree lit my way out for a bit, but then the lights disappeared.
I never found this magical forest again; but I guess I found it when I was meant to.
For I have felt uplifted and overjoyed ever since, honored by forest faeries.
twinkly sparkly dew
frolicking on marigolds
tulips are jealous
Welcome to my random world;
Where Angels and Fairies both co herald
Am I a fallen fairy?
As my vision mainly slept I’m under twinkly
A little phantom dream, awaken in my reality
Dancing angels challenge me to fly
I would consider but I’m too sly
Am I a fallen fairy?
So I jump off the clouds fall from heaven;
Enclosed in laced silk fabric satin and chevron;
I cling, I sing, I swallow wind and air, everything’s
Zings as I fall plummet to my death it seems;
Alas, I witness the angel’s upswings;
Singing something;
I sent my wish on fairy wings;
Am I a fallen fairy?
Literary legendary;
my random world;
Where Angels and Fairies both co herald;
Fallen fairy zings, falls fallen tree branch unstring;
I sent my wish on fairy wings;
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Sparkling gold sequined top.
Glitzy shamrock necklace with twinkly silver chain.
Neon-green gemstone on one hand, pearl on the other.
Spider pin with a fat amber gemstone body and turquoise legs.
I threw on my multi-colored sparkly beads too, for good measure.
I want everyone to know I teach at a grade school.
Freedom turquoise sky, golden wings and me
We are utterly delightfully unencumbered
Loved for ourselves
Admired
Petted
As we float happily on the golden wings
of happiness, sheer enthusiasm and joy
softly float precariously close to our best
friend tree, a twinkly, sparkly, tree of greenness and fun.
A quirky, tree, who has befriended me
And loved me
And taken care of me
Like the wind
Also free and
Fabulous!
I come back often.
To be admired and loved.
Willow tree wisdom is the best therapy I have found.
She instills you with advice from her roots underground.
Easy, and fast, and makes you feel surprisingly good.
There is no softer touch or gentler listening wood.
You sit under her, and you pour out your sad little heart.
Sharing your pain with her is truly exceedingly smart.
She keeps your confidence, tells no other person or tree.
She gives you soothing permission to share all with thee.
You can rant and rave, and she keeps it forever to herself.
She keeps it up high, on a long forgotten cannot-reach shelf.
You may sit as long as you want, feeling unconditional love.
Willow tree wisdom comes straight from the good Lord above.
Wait, you lament. I do not have a willow. That is no problem at all.
Oak, elm, weeping almond, or even a sequoia a million feet tall.
Will do in a pinch. They all keep a confidence. They are all very good.
They will throw you His love in the form of twinkly leaves and listening wood.
A bejeweled trumpet-playing cat?
You are putting me on, right?
Seriously, she’s in town Saturday. I have two tickets.
If I could get a sitter, I might do that.
“Sitters are easy, get one.”
If you have not guessed, my friend has no children.
It is a quirky joint, where cats shimmy down
poles, wearing brief twinkly costumes,
dancing outrageously, wiggling yellow
neon glowing tail feathers, I laugh at
the pranc-i-ness of their swishing tails.
A white cat with pink and orange
fur, wearing a silver tiara with elaborate
rhinestones on them, comes out stage left.
“It’s her!” someone shouts.
We all watch, waiting.
She pulls a bejeweled box out stage
right, and begins to play.
A bejeweled trumpet-playing cat.
Best day of my life, up ‘til now.
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