Just like kids, kitty’s and bunnies, can be spoiled by
a constant onslaught of attention. Ooh, kiss kiss,
rub rub, hand feed and lots of toys. Oh boy!
But leave those buster browns alone for too long,
with pom-pom or twisty tails between legs,
where their only encounter with two legs
are the strangers, that feel like intruders and thieves.
No wonder they hide. Whiskers frown, almost
teardrops hit the ground, and fear feeds the sweet beasts.
You return to mayhem, anger, cold shoulders. Your pets,
now need, a shrink, a ghostbuster, the police! You thought
they would survive while you lived it up at the beach.
Furparents, you should have trusted friends and family
with them from time to time. Now the furbabies are
sheepish, gun-shy. Each creek of the door, like fingernails.
Now, you may never leave because you feel ashamed,
lame, not the same. Oh yes, those cottontail eyes
will tell you lies, and the suspicious cat will squint.
Categories:
twisty, pets,
Form: Free verse
Love is
: like a fragrant moonlight which graces
the immortal hued Spring.
:like a graceful daybreak which walks
along a tough, twisty road.
:
Categories:
twisty, culture, destiny,
Form: Free verse
wiry wily
snakily snake
like a load of spaghetti
all coily not straight
roundy and writhy
curly with flow
like stringy all knotty
and cotton to sew
a scribble of dribble
all longy in length
and bendy and turny
beginning to end
spirally spiralled
wriggly and roll
wiggled and wavy
like a zigzaggy pole
snakey and snakile
like an old twisty loop
sinewed and mazy
or ouroboros hoop
so anyway a snake
a snake anyway
did I mention a snake
I think I did say
Categories:
twisty, animal, dedication, imagery, nature,
Form: Light Verse
He began a voyage to a land afar,
But on every step in his journey, he shrunk.
He wanted to go to a far distant star,
But soon diminished to the size of a skunk.
He climbed up on a slippery curtain rod,
Now just the width and breadth of a dappled mouse.
He slid off the rod into the hair of a dog
Who skipped and danced all the way out of the house.
He got smaller yet and befriended a flea
Who said, “sail the green sea to a secret land
Where creatures are much smaller than you can see,
And a million can live on a grain of sand.”
So, he then disappeared, getting smaller still,
And trekked through a forest of golden and brown,
And followed a twisty, turny trail until
He came to a window on the gate to a town.
The hinged portal opened, and a head popped out.
‘Twas an atom sized, gay and puppetty dog
Who hailed him, as a fish on a water spout
Said, “please sit down by this cranberry bog.”
A boy, from his sack, gave him a magic bean,
Which he put inside a stained-glass rainbow jar,
And got so small he was only again seen
As a gold ray of light from a distant star.
Categories:
twisty, childhood, fantasy, star,
Form: Quatrain
England’s Dame Agatha Christie
wrote novels with plots often twisty.
Best-selling fiction writer of all time,
her Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot solved many a crime.
Categories:
twisty, woman,
Form: Clerihew
A dragon purchased Kamasutra for fun,
Tried the poses one by one in the sun.
But in a twisty embrace,
He fell flat on his face,
Now he's learning love's not easily done!
Categories:
twisty, fun, humor, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
The lines are well rehearsed
The blocking to perfection
No curtain yet to elevate
Audience anticipation
A gentle mist wafts across
The scene is set and ready
Our actors find a mark
Low voices slow and steady
We witness fighting
Friendship, love, a tangle of emotion
The heart it lifts or falls in time
Betrayal and devotion
Death and life parade before
A story twisty-turny
The hero has to test his heart
Through convoluted journey
All characters are woven
The plot line slowly thickens
A tribute to the tellers
Whether Shakespeare, Brecht or Dickens
An interval, a time to breathe
Reset the scene and go
Refresh, review, reconnect
Then on we must; This Show
Jinjagoliath
23rd September
Categories:
twisty, life, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
PRETTY WITTY
Cocktail thirsty : Mocktail, Green tea.
Few Males naughty : Females pretty.
Toe nails: Twenty ; Vessel empty.
Slow snail, safety ; Cat- tail, fatty.
Road- rail dusty ; Snow, hail frosty.
Gravel: Grotty ; Pastel: Arty.
Lintel faulty ; Snacks sale: Salty.
In jail: Guilty ; Egg shell : Poultry.
Chisel : Acuity ; Repel: Pity.
Rebel: Haughty ; Nobel: Petty
Angel - Deity ; Blue bell: Beauty.
Slipped fell Humpty ; Ankle twisty.
Novel Party ; Revel: Sporty
Bread-gel : Tasty ; Ship sails: Hasty
Stay well: Hearty ; Gone Hell: Dirty.
E-MAIL: IT ; Marvels Mighty.
Categories:
twisty, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
He was a troublesome kid,
Who punched the others and hid
If this wasn't safe, off slid
To be of reprisals rid...
Venturesome troublesome kid,
Who pot distances from lid
And could 12:00 pm from Mid;
A Life of the Twisty Grid
A street wise worldly - wise kid,
Who torched things and asked "who did?"
Nigeria's Grid of A kid?.
Categories:
twisty, age, change, child, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Packaged and sent to Robert Gorelick’s
Made him a Doggy Book Of Limericks
That had me roaring-unique
Some were cute and very chic
A twisty phrase he pulls-off, are his tricks
A postcard; his picture, a return address
Newly printed and hot off the press
It brought us closer, poet pals
Good deeds, I thanked God at St. Mel’s
He said it was nice, he was very impressed
His looks shout out Mister California
Ladies and gentlemen let me warnya
Dusty rugged devil so fine
He has aged like a fine French wine
Copy, print, and bind, a great idea
Robert takes his book wherever he goes
Bragging and boasting to all friends and foes
I’m submitting his chap book
I'll find an agent to hook
Dreams come true, fairy tales and rainbows
For the majority of the vast
I have been saving the best for last
His genius; sparkling and clever
He’s back, as witty as ever
Takes requests and voilà writes it fast
Maybe doggy limericks are his shtick
Short stories sensitive and romantic
But wait, a beautiful quatrain
Will please you every now and then
So let’s hear it for Robert Gorelick!
Categories:
twisty, appreciation, tribute,
Form: Limerick
A serpent lies writhing on our divan,
we see now how denial might begin.
Hissing at all who would foil his vile plan,
our fatal flaw is not delving right in.
Climate Change is much more a twisty tact:
coiled thoughts like stone turrets in ivy.
If nations can't accept a real fact -
it's hard to turn this round, from what I see.
Setting science so very far aside,
deft doubters like letting sleeping snakes lie.
Skeptics scurry for a safe space to hide,
afraid to give the truth one honest try.
This then, becomes a crippling contrivance:
ever still stronger, steadfast defiance.
4/24/22 103 Words
Categories:
twisty, change, conflict, environment, fate,
Form: Sonnet
wind e c h o e s through tangled emerald trees
and nature has painted me a beautiful sky
a masterpiece of swirling and twirling clouds
and all around me NATURE is wondrous
as I touch perfect purple blooms growing sweetly
and caress tendrils of a vine
oh, how I love
their twisty, curling and twirling way
and the FOREST is a rhapsody lovely
with birds of all kinds singing from hidden places
so, I pause and listen to their symphony
the highs, lows and the s h r i l l s and trills ...
______________________
March 21, 2022 (inspired by an old poem)
Poetry/Free Verse/Forest Meandering
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1441-389-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand 1094
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/23/2022
First Place
Categories:
twisty, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Categories:
twisty, appreciation, mythology, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Love, thou art the Sirius,
the golden pheasant and the rose,
I was gleeful, a little curious
content with whom I chose.
Thou single sight fill me with pleasure
thrilling as a twisty roller coaster ride;
like the glorious shining treasure
demurred was I by thy side.
Thou possessed the bizarre aura,
that made me adhere with thee,
thy fragrant tentamount to flora
got me sink in the insanity.
Let's ignite the love of ours
let it be immortal
we shall rejoice for tranquil hours
with those bountiful chortle.
Categories:
twisty, dedication, desire, imagery, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Lasagna, linguine, spaghetti, ravioli, macaroni too
Is there any pappardelle for me and for you?
Here is marinara sauce lavished on angel hair
Sure try to take a bite of my pasta if you dare.
Shrimp scampi, chicken, blackened salmon. Why not?
Bucatini, vermicelli and fettuccine hit the sweet spot
Chunky meat sauce with hamburger a plenty.
I would add more cheese, but there simply isn’t any.
That is not fettuccine you fake connoisseur,
It is obviously tagliatelle. Your pedigree unpure.
Campanelle noodles with her sweet ruffled edges
Rivals cavatappi which gives cheese rather soft ledges
Spiral shaped fusilli has groves and crevices galore.
Radiatori noodles? I love this the best out of my top four.
Elbow macaroni for the kids maybe. They think it’s fine.
But make a fancier dish if you don’t expect me to whine.
Butterfly like farfalle makes me smile and laugh.
Gemelli is too twisty; it deserves a lot of gibble and gaff.
Penne noodles are my least favorite. I do not like them at all.
I could only eat them six or seven days a week winter and fall.
Categories:
twisty, food,
Form: Rhyme
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