These are the dreams I cherish
Where I dressed in colors of a lost field of lavender
my hair- longer than Lady Godiva’s,
my horse with a mane like a floating morning mist,
while from my mouth- mysterious words
like the opposite of kiss, among clouds, above a ground
of quiet apricity where lie leaves of long forgotten
memories.
What is the point, you say, of all of this,
beyond these far off things?
Well, that’s the thing about wifty dreams, isn’t it?
Categories:
wifty, dream, memory,
Form: Free verse
Feelings of heart, emotions of eyes.
Wanderings of mind, expectations of ears.
Days are passing, but love is waiting…
Ears are waiting, to hear some soothing…
Distance increased; affection decreased.
Existence questioned; imagination erased.
Are you there? Hearts corner felt empty.
Where you went? Eyes are dry and wifty.
Music gave peace and happiness once.
Attic of mind filled with romance those days.
Dreams were full of love and warmth!
Hugs and cuddles made life complete…
Wondering how long I must wait!
Assuming this wait will be short.
Restore the life with passion and love…
Before the mind go crazy and mismove…
14/05/2020
Categories:
wifty, anxiety, i love you,
Form: Rhyme
I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety
Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in boondoggled
bedraggled, beware
I'm not making sense
and I really don't care!
Gushing galoot, galumph, galore
something inside crying
more, More, MORE!!!
I'm an insatiable verbavore!
Flippantly tripping through
flibbertigibbet, flumadiddle
filipendulous to the stupendous
sounds of mellifluous eutony
I am getting so tongue-tied here
my mouth is in mutiny!
But, oh my Dearie-
there's whigmaleerie
wifty, whimsical...
mugwump, moppet
words keep wheeling through my head
'though silly, I can't stop it!
For there's slubberdegullion
mollycoddle, hobgoblin
and gumption, too!
With all the splendiferous words about...
what's a logoleptic to do?
Categories:
wifty, humor, humorous, silly, word
Form: Free verse
A sea of golden strands, wave as the psithurism rings
Rabbits gambol in a field, and expel a wifty nature
A furtive fox keeps a watchful eye, upon these summery beings
Hidden away from the selcouth sight, left as woebegone creature
He mumbles his way, across the field, catching the eyes of few
A little one split away from the rest, to inspect this mysterious thing
The little one rambles on and on, always beginning anew
The fox feels this one to be, an imbecile set before the king
He stops mid-drift, and raises a paw, silencing the decay of words.
Says, “you must learn when to speak, when around people like me”
The rabbit left deflated, wishing the fox’s words, he had never heard
While the fox’s solivagant journey, the harm he caused, he never did see
So with the power we wield, with words sharp as a blade,
Help those who others smite, when they are in need of desperate aid
Categories:
wifty, animal, power,
Form: Sonnet