Bitty birds scuffle and flounce
under the roofed-in.
Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle.
Snuffle go the whiskered,
the mousy muzzle's
all along the bent beam wood.
A pepper powdering
in the chink-lit sunbeams.
In this his tumbled castle-keep
youth sky-larked a being
a ghostling ally sight unseen
there in the day-baked barn.
Long days he communed and lazed
in dim swaddled and idle ease
stretched-out and dream-basked,
seeped in the tar caulked wood
steeped in a gown-shadowed glow
with the evening-come nightly
jackdaw and crow.
Categories:
whiffle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Tag
Hide-and-seek
Duck-duck-goose
Jump Rope
Hula hoop
Hopscotch
Pitcher-catcher
Running bases
Steal the bacon
500
Whiffle-ball
Kill-a-ma-roo
Games we played
~ Me and you
Categories:
whiffle, fun, games, nostalgia, sports,
Form: List
Dingle, dingle, little strink;
Who the heck I am you think?
Whiffle, whiffle, toil and sniffle;
What the heck make my neck all stiffle?
Who’dat, who’dat big fat ally cat;
Where the heck you get that do’dat?
Lurky, lurky little turkey;
When the heck you go to worky?
Dapple, dapple little apple;
Why the heck you write this crapple?
Categories:
whiffle, giggle, simple, word play,
Form: Light Verse
Well-established wonder-stricken wayfarers will work with wizards,
who worry worm-eating warblers will wander by with Wyandottes.
Witchdoctors wallowing with Weiss beer will widen willowy wonky
widow’s walks. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Wonderful wearisome woolly Willies whose wrinkly wiggly whatchamacallits will weigh whizzing wingfish whipped wildly within Widow Williams’s whirlybird’s window wells. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Why wayfarers? Witches? Wizards, Wolverines? Witchdoctors? Well, woks, workbenches, wobbly wickiups, were wildly wanting whiffle ball’s wishful wildcats, which is why we were willing to wind up wolves, women, and worst-case woodcocks into worthy wayfarer’s winter wineglass widgets within wonderful, wise-cracking
woodland’s wee-folk who reside within wizardly wigwams.
Who? What? When? Where? Why? Why not?
Warm whoopee wayfarers welcome willing witchdoctor's whizzing whatchamcallits on Wednesdays with wonderfulness.
Categories:
whiffle, word play,
Form: Alliteration
In 9th grade Mr. Adams told our class
(with buck shot in his eyes)
"That one day life will scare the $hit out of you".
Well, we all giggled like little barn owls -
Didn't really know or care what he was talking about.
What was so scarry about living in a half square mile of bliss -
Smoking cheap dope-sharing a root beer floats with a trashy little girlfriend.
But nothing lasts forever, and neither would this.
On the last day of my senior year, I opened the blast furnace doors of responsibility.
There was a big smirking fireball of instantaneous fear.
Barreling toward the last breath of my whiffle ball youth.
Mr., Adams was right Afterall.
Categories:
whiffle, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
Throw it, roll it,
Bounce it, pass it
Dribble it, bobble it
Kick it, toss it, miss it
Pitch it, hurl it
Heave it, sling it
Fastball, slider
Sinker, knuckler, curve
Underhand, sidearm
Overhand, 3/4 arm
Whiffle ball, tennis ball
Forehand, backhand, serve
Baseball, basketball
Football, volleyball
Golf ball, tennis ball
Hardball, softball, swerve
Matters not what sport you do
Or what result's deserved
Just go out and do your best
And play the game with verve
Categories:
whiffle, baseball, basketball, football, fun,
Form: Light Verse
As I'm looking through my window
And I start to l look around
All the snow has melted
I see toys left on the ground
A basket ball, a whiffle ball
A glove and baseball bat
A dirty lone blue mitten
And a cotton ball wool hat
Candy wrappers and soda caps
And a witches old corn broom
And underneath the swing set
Was a busted red balloon
Footsteps from the children
Left imprinted in the dirt
And in the leafless branchy bush
Was a little boys lost shirt
Those times when we were children
Sometimes bad and sometimes good
I'd go back there in a heartbeat
If I thought that I just could
A dirty lone blue mitten
And a cotton ball wool hat
A basket ball, a whiffle ball
A glove and a baseball bat
And underneath the swing set
Was a busted red balloon
Candy wrappers and soda caps
And a witches old corn broom
And in the leafless branchy bush
Was a little boys lost shirt
Footsteps from the children
Left imprinted in the dirt
Those times when we were children
Sometimes bad and sometimes good
I'd go back there in a heartbeat
If I thought that I just could
Categories:
whiffle, remember, youth,
Form: Lyric
Clouds from overcast heart rise,
And spread-
In sombre grey shade,
From horizon to horizon-
Over the clear,blue canvas.
I have yet more to lend!
These icy winds but belong to you
I know.
The daylong whiffle fills my mind;
Do you have more to send?
Will my bones chill?
Does winter linger still?
Or
Will it rain?
Bring an autumnal strain?
Categories:
whiffle, autumn, grief, winter,
Form: Lyric
Twirling whirly whiffle spots
Until the golden neon rots.
Baggy, red, balloon-pop eyes
Do shun the evil orb outside.
Resting in the toilet stalls.
Burning up with liver boils.
Rushing to the bandit now,
I slot another silver cow.
Who will buy my pocket-dust?
No fanny-waving, juggling bust.
Reality boards a bus to go
Dreaming high casino.
Categories:
whiffle, addiction, depression, desire, games,
Form: Quatrain
The morning sun peeks in my window
as I feel a tug at my feet
how could I not smile
at that little sheepish grin
Easter morn has arrived
He is risen
and so shall I
Pitter-patter across the worn pine floor
giggles, shrieks and laughter fill my home
searching for the hidden coloured eggs
my joyous children roam.
Such a special day.
Dressed in our new spring best
we show our love for Him
celebrating with close friends and family
indulging in delectable candies and cakes
a family game of whiffle ball,
pushing my little one on the swings
enjoying each others company
basking in the freshness of the great outdoors
The skies begin to darken
the stars start to shine
our day has come to an end.
After all the hugs are given
the I love you's spoken
kisses blown, good byes said
I climb up high into my cold brass bed
and reflect upon this glorious day
again it's just me and You
Categories:
whiffle, celebration, easter, family, love,
Form: Free verse
A whiffle ball flew into the calm air
Over and above the peaceful lake there
Losing its strength it fell onto the pond
And then allowing a ripple to bond
The ripples moved on across the calm lake
Moving bugs off the surface of its wake
The ripple moved the beautiful plant-life
Not an object on the pond suffered strife
Some lilies were displaced from the motion
They were forced onward, a dancing notion
The children hadn’t noticed it forming
So subtle it moves, never alarming
Swiftly the wind moved the ball to the side
Kids pick it up, don’t see the waves beside
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "A Ripple In time" contest
4/23/2013
Categories:
whiffle, life, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls
Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls
Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering
Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering
Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat
Or floats like a whiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat
Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky
Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes
The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses
After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes
Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened
And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon
And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening
Categories:
whiffle, angst, confusion, faith, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Dedicated to 12 innocents killed by a gunshooter in West Cumbria.
A killer vindictive staunch, trivial systallic gush.
Violate grumble wish washy starling a virent push.
A Wheeler dealer syncopated steadfast ware wolf,
Gurgitation gusty thorough fare tripudiate brush.
Tirailleur timorous tintinnabulation whiffle tingle.
Categories:
whiffle, loss
Form: Haiku