Stewing o’er surprise storms?
"Crying's not for me."
Wringing peace from panic’s plea,
welcome water’s whimsey.
Let the rain soak in…
revive sapped energy
restore grass to green
relax the worry-warts.
"Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free. Nothing's worrying me." B J Thomas
sans jurisprudence
in hamlets rife with whimsey ~
poetic license
29 Aug 2025
THREADS OF WHIMSEY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
threads of whimsy doth
weave
the fabric of today
while
time twists the yarns of
yesterday
embattled
whimsey
unsettled
in tatters
a
dizzing
wordplay
intricately
displayed
of
genre
defying
rheorical
rhymes
"Spontaneity is childlike wonder, it is simplicity, abandon and
curiosity; but, it takes 'courage' to embrace the unexpected."
Quote by _Constance
I like to write free,
to just drift in whimsey and rhyme:
just brave me,
fancy free;
writing on a whim where I shine !
My words twirl and dance,
muse, and me in a childlike play:
happenstance,
we enhance;
and like magic words float and sway !
Winging it in peace,
I entwine in a trance serene:
to release,
what's beneath,
often muse takes me to fields green !
Disregarding rule,
in reckless abandon I write:
call me fool,
or jewel;
free my words soar into the light !
"Discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
Written: November 05, 2023
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Amidst spotless linen rosebuds
I observe you blazing a fire
In the core of a volcano's lair
slithering
glissading
laughing
Queen of the Sun,
Queen of Earth
angels shielding you with their wings
to quench one's thirst
for my vital breath.
A warm deluge of your embrace,
sets my skin into full bloom-
a mellifluous anemone aroma,
and marigold of whimsey bloom
wandering to my cynosure edge
the scorching primeval route;
you leave lush roots for our offspring
to nurture demesne orchards.
On the sands of your sunken tracks,
where conflate ponds
xerox the gleam of fire;
and trees widen limbs,
to embosom
sapphire sky for spring
and descry a year's cornucopia,
of succulent, velvety fruit.
Written: November 05, 2023
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Away from Earth, the sky is always hideous,
A whimsical sun made my dream obvious.
A deep redolent dream, moon, and scheme,
Ideal site for drifting ways of cosmic gleam.
I'm swaying in space, skeptical of the place,
Cool wind ruins the stars as emerald tunes trace.
Arms may be lifted in sync due to the breeze,
I breathe in even the peculiar air to appease.
Only musings glimpse through my icy hand,
A strange adventure with a translucent stand.
My first trip here, I couldn't decry the North Star,
Lacking solid support, the stars went barre.
I am clad by kaleidoscope matter and vitality,
As I cross space, black holes are a split reality.
A cosmic light kiss of life infuses my skin,
Lips of ash, frame stuck by whimsey within.
A billion stars cover each soaring nebula,
I'm an instant hit, as speculated by a fibula.
Wistful and withdrawn, I wander through the night
Feeling grim and melancholy, a shroud of darkness tight
Depression grips my heart, its hold is strong and true
A gloomy cloud above me, my feelings all askew
I hanker for light and happiness, a break from this despair
But all I grasp around me is darkness everywhere
I strain to shake the sadness off, to find some peace of mind
But my views castle pulling me down, leaving me behind
So I walk on, lost in whimsey, seeking a way out
Hoping that tomorrow will fetch something to shout about
For now, I’ll hold on walking, through darkness and pain
Hoping that somehow, someway, I’ll find happiness again.
For some portentous events, unostentatious activity
Without the extra burden of strained, searing captivity.
Written: June 05, 2023
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Melt the frost from my winter-loving heart.
A mood storm fueled by the vibe of charm.
Petals under mistletoe promise by the blurt.
Winter's stillness engulfed me as a swarm.
A mood storm fueled by the vibe of charm.
In the rubble you left me in, there was a candle.
Winter's stillness engulfed me as a swarm.
A burst of hope faded while poised for a mantle.
In the rubble you left me in, there was a candle.
Flowers and inlay have stood as the year goes.
A burst of hope faded while poised for a mantle.
However, only God's eyes never tend to close.
Flowers and inlay have stood as the year goes.
Whimsey in the midnight, solace amid sorrow.
However, only God's eyes never tend to close.
Peace in the dusk, balm as my brows furrow.
Whimsey in the midnight, solace amid sorrow.
Petals under mistletoe promise by the blurt.
Peace in the dusk, balm as my brows furrow.
Melt the frost from my winter-loving heart.
Written: Decenber 1st 2022
At the edge of shafts, you quested for calmness.
In a Utopia, we whimsey you survived a slash witness.
I swung the specific option to guzzle your unhappiness.
I wiped my knuckles to remove the pleasantness.
Weakness has instantly made my mouth swell across.
Such a blood clot, they plied to moan voiceless.
Supposing we're neutral with ourselves on sharpness.
Concepts might not have evolved this grotesqueness.
How can I be heedful, or may I eagerly shred my kindness?
Nothing would delight me further than to live harmless.
Beyond these ramparts lurks the mangy foe
Set to leave our red bodies in the snow.
The sultan of mayhem smirks and awaits
To grant harsh orders to decide our fates
With his swarming dragons outside our gates
And kill our love and peace that he hates.
Quarter will not be asked, and none given
For by bloodlust his jackals are driven.
Courage! We must fight for our wives and kids
Lest all our heads be stacked in pyramids.
Is our story to be scribed in dust
And whisked away by the whimsey of winds?
Yonder the sun will arise in glory.
Today that must also be our story!
9/9/2020
~~~~Whimsey vs. Angst ( or-
You Don't Have to Be Drunk But it Helps)~~~~
Words of whimsey from my pen flow,
while words of angst I bury below.
Which is me, you may never know
if it's only pieces I care to show.
Whimsey is as whimsey does.
So frivilous, happy thoughts buzz
around in my brain , as if it was
full of nothing but fluff and fuzz.
Writing of angst is not my thing.
Words of sadness, words that sting.
Whimsical words always bring
a happier mood, a fest, a fling.
So don't ask me for a sad, sad song.
It would definitely be wrong
to bore you with an epitome long
that saddens and depresses the throng.
Poetry of a happier time
flows in verses and in rhyme.
I'll pen you thoughts joyful and sublime
if you just pass the tequila and the lime.
Incremental layers, experience, pile up
Like quilts upon a bed in cold winters;
They weigh upon me. I occupy
Myself inspecting, describing them --
Like a child does squares of patchwork.
These multilayered patterns amuse:
I imbue them with richness, with depth,
Depending on my mood, my whimsey --
While their reality no more resembles
My perceptions than printed scraps
Of fabric are like fields
full of fantastic figures.
I really hate Pop stars
They are like incest siblings from mars
Sleeping around with everyone
Shaving their heads for fun
If your lucky they'll expose a teet
And expose pantiless pic's on a tweet
Watch out and be careful of the whimsey
For they all are procreated by Disney
Next thing ya know
They are marshmellow treats in your cereal bowl
Beware of the antique dolls
For endorsement deals will lead them to your mall
Who should stop this travesty in our homes?
It sure as hell ain't gonna be the man who changed his name 1000 times from combs
Where is this midget known as Justin Bieber?
Off with his head with a meat cleaver!
I could gone on with the pop culture life that is a bore
But what's that you say?.... it's time for Jersey Shore!
I hate to be so hypocritical and lame
But anything a hit on MTV, so them we can't blame
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