My Bicycle of Imagination
The day and I are hand in hand,
brimming with a zippety-whippity-do.
I sit atop my saddle, my bicycle, my hill;
the morning mist is ragged like candy floss
on barbed wire, waggled fences.
Below a liquorice-tarmacked road
elbows through a mosaicked landscape;
churned fields sitting either side,
serrated into channels of earth;
suited and rooted in browned corduroy.
Then further on and along,
the sky sits sedately on the sea,
resting on a blue, rippled settee,
just out of close reach
of a mustard scarf of a beach.
Clouds rear - wild, white stallions;
they settle, then away at a gallop,
racing, chasing the prize in
the finishing line, the horizon.
Watch out, speedy swallow,
now, it’s my time to follow!!
I sense my bicycle’s stalled frustration,
so my body engine sets it free;
muscles tighten, pedals spin,
it’s time to fly, time to check in.
Off we go…wind pushing at my heels,
sunlight splashing off the wheels
down I swoop, a dance of balance;
the bike glides, the road slides.
Watch me come, watch me go
connecting, perfecting with nature’s flow;
sky, land and sea…………WEEEEEEEEEEE!
Categories:
waggled, fun, imagery, imagination, morning,
Form: Free verse
They saw me in the pet store window
They looked friendly enough
I wiggled and waggled and showed them my stuff
Let’s get that puppy! The man said
I wanted a different kind said the wife
The husband looked sad.
Okay, she agreed.
I walked into their home behind them
An older dog was there dressed as a chicken
Another dog was wearing an alligator costume
Run! Said one
Be afraid, very afraid, said the other.
Categories:
waggled, dog,
Form: Free verse
the love in
strong fire
if consumed,
simmering
lost...
Because it's another one,
the fire of love...:
it's hot flame
that doesn't burn,
just kindle...
It's fire that
expands and does not
is fickle... if
propagate without
tithe or produce
damage...
but so never
finale just
needs to be waggled
with light breeze
of love and
affection...!
Categories:
waggled, allegory, allusion, confidence, fire,
Form: Free verse
Wildlife 30
A jay who was quite cavalier,
Was afraid people thought he was *****,
Other birds would just gloat,
At his colourful coat,
And the way that he waggled his rear!
Categories:
waggled, bird, funny,
Form: Limerick
And Grandpa, you have to wear a tux, my little grand-princess said.
I thought she was crazy, daft in the head.
I was miffed, corn-waggled, flabbergasted at least.
Honey, you don’t put a tux on the king of the beasts!
How could I rustle through the banyan trees in a tux?
How could I flex mu muscles? Wouldn’t it be a flux?
How could I jump from branch to branch, from limb to limb?
In clothes like that, what kind of running shape would I be in?
Honey, I said, gently, you do not understand. I cannot do it. I simply cannot.
She turned her amber brown eyes on me, and hit my damned sweet spot.
I had loved those eyes since the second she was born and handed to me.
I was her grandpa, her hero, her guardian, her mother’s dad, you see.
So I said I would attend her wedding wearing a tux with a red rose in my lapel.
After all the other stuff I’d been through in my life it might not be hell.
Actually, I looked so fine in this tux that I decided to wear it daily after that.
It brought me a harem of women who named me the “Tuxedo Le’ Cat”.
Categories:
waggled, granddaughter, grandfather,
Form: Rhyme
we are fascinated
by the cells and the systems
now here
white dog waggled her
half cut tail
divine occupance here
for a very short while
wiping the tears
electromagnetic force of
the existence
realising experiencing
and healing miraculously
unconcerned like a comet
about to be delivered
black dog joined the white
peacefully
Categories:
waggled, allegory,
Form: I do not know?