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
Categories:
uproarious, bird, nature, rain, tree,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
uproarious, appreciation, character, moving on,
Form: Limerick
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
Categories:
uproarious, fun, language,
Form: Quatrain
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.”
Categories:
uproarious, allegory, parody, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Calum Scott, Leona Lewis - You Are The Reason (Duet Version)
*****************
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 )
Categories:
uproarious, love,
Form: Romanticism
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.
Categories:
uproarious, earth day, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
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
Categories:
uproarious, allusion, perspective, satire,
Form: Light Verse
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
Categories:
uproarious, fun, hilarious, horse, humor,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
uproarious, analogy, character, confidence, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
uproarious, friend,
Form: Rhyme
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...
Categories:
uproarious, angst, ocean,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
uproarious, humor,
Form: Rhyme
~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~ ~!~y
Come awake,
Spring's joyous Cherubim!
Fly with stories of Nature's rebirth
Take to thy wing
in uproarious hymn...
Oh, sing now, all the birds of the Earth!
~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~ ~¡~
Categories:
uproarious, bird, may, sky, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
THE POSTERITY OF RUDOLPH
‘Twas the night before Christmas and the reindeers played tricks.
The twinkling eyes of the posterity of Rudolph in a riotous mix.
There was the mooning of Santa Claus, his britches on the North Pole.
The elvish-boots tied together and stuffed with chalky bits of coal.
Children’s toys were strewn about the snow, having been blown
by giant straws and how those cookie crumbles must have flown.
Those uproarious Rudolph’s progenies doubled over with ice cold tears.
Meanwhile Santa’s in a snit, not at all jolly nor filled with holiday cheer.
Red noses, beeping and blaring, poking out, jumping, scaring
on this Winter-white night when the sled should be ready and raring
to leap to each home, slide down chimneys or their substitute holes
and put smiles on cherubic faces but for naughty reindeer out of control!
11/26/2018
The Night Before Poetry Contest/Joseph May
Categories:
uproarious, christmas, humor,
Form: Rhyme
WATER DOWN LEAVES
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold,
Until hands shiver, and lips are glossed a balmy-blue ~
Where every oak and maple leaf turns conspicuously old.
Green leaves, lavished in the summer of love, unfold
A windfall, of resplendent uproarious hues!
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold.
Forget the wrinkle cream, boxes of botox sold.
Live for the weathered, rapturous arctic-cruise,
Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old.
The waterfall season, in serried spread, crisp and bold.
The aged, with timely wisdom, impress the new.
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold.
Children will jump into the latent cauldron of gold,**
After the temperature’s whisked, into a heavenly brew,
Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old.
Unseasonable warmth, will not withhold!
Skyward eyes plead an eventual breakthrough.
Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold,
Where every oak and maple leaf, turns, conspicuously old.
10/19/2017
Brian Strand’s Contest No 350
1st Place
*Balmy - Crazy
**Cauldron - Intensity of emotions
Categories:
uproarious, autumn,
Form: Villanelle
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