The calm skies welcomed a light rain that lasted
a while, but suddenly natures unpredictable flare
gathered its clouds and burst into a heavy storm.
With intense luminescence of a lightning-lit sky,
the soft light precedes the shatter of thunder that
pierced the heavens with an iron bolt; and again,
repeating its uproarious cry until Zeus was satisfied.
At the storm’s climax, mirroring each other’s motion,
aligned together, our bare homologous bodies
in full sway intertwined under blue satin skies,
synchronize as an unwritten symphony, a bohemian
rhapsody of involuntary euphoria that seems to last
forever. When the storm finally subsides, relaxing
in each other’s arms, in search of a resolution unlike
the placelessness of other times never visited before.
Our eyes shut, the words “I love you” yet unsaid.
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The squirrel perched on a frost-kissed branch,
tail twitching like a metronome,
declared himself no longer Stan~
but Prancer, king of winter’s throne.
His acorns? Merely fallen stars.
His nest? A sleigh in need of crew.
The oaks stood still, the wind polite,
while jays erupted into uproarious heckles.
Undeterred, Stan bound a tin-can harness
to three confused but loyal flying beetles,
then leapt—and for one dazzling moment,
the gutter was his midnight sky.
Leaves, sticking out tongues
of fire - orange, red, yellow;
their haughtiness over the blower.
Their uproarious laughter is uncalled for!
chattering chirpers
rambunctiously racing
fireflies like little lanterns
wee wind and raindrops
luscious leafy lovelies
nine p.m. and uproarious
all this called to me, as
I was doing nothing at all
The last organ grinder played a blinder
Intending to leave folk a reminder
To music upbeat
All those in the street
Did a conga to “Eye of the Tiger.”
It was the close of a splendid career
The organ grinder shed many a tear
As the music died
He swelled up with pride
For the crowd gave him uproarious cheer.
Some people are naturally funny
They have a flair for comedy,
Seems everything they say or do
Illustrates laughter as a remedy.
Many times quite unwittingly
They say something not as a joke,
But it gets gales of uproarious laughs
Because it was a comic who spoke.
Often it’s merely a facial expression
That gets an audience’s attention
Other comedians rely on story lines
And funny catch-phrases for retention.
Folks say I have some natural ability
To make people around me laugh,
I haven’t the foggiest notion why
Except I’ve always been prone to gaffe.
Written November 7, 2022
A monkey once sat
On a gentleman’s lap
And its antics were truly uproarious
The chain at its wrist
Jangled back to the fist
Of the fabulous Lady Notorious
“Excuse me, dear sir,”
She sweetly demurred,
“I see that my pet’s been inglorious.
I trust this mishap
Won’t land me in the lap
Of a quandary so unmeritorious.”
“No matter, my dear
You have nothing to fear
For you needn’t think I’m so vainglorious
As to actually regret
The occasional pet … on the lap
by the Lady Notorious.”
Calum Scott, Leona Lewis - You Are The Reason (Duet Version)
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You Brought Love's Truth, The Brightest Light To Me
You, you are the reason I became me
You brought the truth, the brightest light to me
You calmed the uproarious ocean
You stilled the turbulent emotion
Your tender heart gave its sweet loving glow
Your presence, your true love took me in tow
Your soft touch, your lips gave me sweetest kiss
Your beauty, your grace I do now so miss.
You, you are the reason I became me.
You brought love's truth, the brightest light to me.
My love, my dear love, I cry here alone
My love, with my healed heart I have grown
My darling how your hope set me aright
My darling, your image sustains my night
My dear, I long for your angelic sight
My dear, you came vanquished this world's blight
My lover, your beautiful face I see
My lover, you were, are the best in me.
You, you are the reason I became me.
You brought love's truth, the brightest light to me.
Robert J. Lindley,
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )
My spiritual vulnerability
to feel persuaded
and powers to persuade
emerge curiously informed
by Others speaking suggestions
and my own inside power digestions
not yet said out loud,
uproarious
Yet co-arising
from life's multi-generational crowd
EarthDay choir
cyber cloud
singing and dancing every day
for Earth's integral potential,
sacramental organic health
reproducing GREEN capitalized wealth,
fabulously non fatuous
inside
as outside
nuturingly nutritious
above
as below
delightfully delicious
Suggestions that land
sync
resonate
with percussive persuasion,
efficiently efficacious.
Like
"Maybe you need appreciation
for who you are
already?"
non vindictively victorious
Maybe I want
more integrity,
synergy,
positive neurosystemic
organic
healthy
sacred holonic energy?
non glamorously glorious.
When you feel
No guilt whatsoever
Rolling in uproarious laughter
When you see
Some kid "crying"
On the witness stand;
Houston does have a problem
And something
Is really rotten
In Denmark.
Date written: 11/13/2021
Wilbur wasn't always so sure
His horse knew how to be good
He gave him the best directions
And plenty of love and affection
But, Mr. Ed could be quite the comic
Never listening to Wilbur's instructions
Instead, finding amusement in the ones
Who felt like watching his funny sitcom
It was actually Allan Lane
Who gave Mr. Ed his voice
He told of this and that
And every imaginable choice
Mr. Ed was not who we were told
His real name was Bamboo Harvester
A delightful name for a famous equine
Who will forever reign in my heart
As the horse who brought so much
Grace to the part of the famous Mr. Ed
Wherever I go in this world
There will always be assurance
That the famous Mr. Ed was one
Who brightened lives with his pranks
He was a funny, good humored horse
With so much love in his heart
I could never imagine another horse
More capable of filling the room
With uproarious laughter and joy
Mr. Ed was a wonderful old boy!
A Notable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
September 28, 2021
As one pushes harder and bettor, an abating sense might resolve.
Birds shout in manners other than uproarious yells while rising
When time is short, aplomb is a conundrum to evolve.
Should profoundly breathe out, for negative cogency sparing.
Written: August 15, 2021
1st Place winner
A Brian Strand 3 To 14 Line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Out conversations are notorious.
Our loud laughter is uproarious.
Our explosions of mirth are furious.
Other diners smile. Some look curious.
This what it is like with a childhood friend.
Pure happiness does not readily end.
When we are together, all dour descends.
We are flexible and find, as lovely knee bends.
old, aeolian rauks! a rugged cliffy coast...
foamy splash of the sea azure in tumult, uproarious tide!
tentacular visions i behold
from deep Charybdis depths...
the eyestalks of giant ocean-snails
broadcast watery apocalypse
a halatinous parching of viperfish throats
murmur thick vibrations
from abyssal floor...
Karma-Life's Ultimate Avenger
I never get this one.........though it's
results are delightful and uproarious fun!
Mankind with its paltry pretense of perfection, like fools,
step in a manhole,whilst going in the wrong direction!
Egg on their face, is such a great delight to me.
Pride, vanity and ignorance~ Divine, magnificent, buffoonery!
11-20-2020
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