Willard was a wily wizened wonderful wizard
Who willingly wrote wildly wonderous tales,
Were Willard’s wild tales wistful?
Wish we knew, Wilbur wailed, wondering.
Categories:
willard, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
On Willard Creek, a marsh does lay,
upon a soft soliloquy of a dormant day...
The moss medusa within her array,
spreads a garden green for our display...
The water lilies conveniently convey,
as the toads watch their passive prey...
Where butterflies boast their ballet,
as sunshine seduces the swampy bay...
Watching rushes, shrubs and sedges grow,
at the edge where rivers flow...
Tempered turtles hiding in their burrow,
as snakes slither in the meadow...
Wading birds chirp on their chateau,
the insects crawl from their embryo...
All is calm amidst the snarling slow,
and spiders spread their webby row...
The Willow wallows as to weep,
and her branches bundle reaching steep...
Beautiful butterflies earn their keep,
as they slumber within their sweep…
The feisty fireflies flock like sheep,
as the crickets cradle before they creep...
All this theatre before they sleep,
marshes, and butterflies for all they reap.
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July.03.2020
butter flies and marshes mellow
Sponsored by~ Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 7'th...Thank You
Categories:
willard, butterfly, nature, river,
Form: Couplet
These are the male names I rhymed.
It has taken some thyme.
Tome-Jerome, Guillaume
Richard- Redford,Clifford,Conuford
Willard-Gerard,Barnard,Cunard
Wilton, Parton, Clayton, Keaton
Wayne- Dwane,Germine,Jermaine
Rolland-Gilbert,Eabert, Delbert, Norbert
Ronnie- Johnny, Lonnie
Jerry- Barry, Gary, Harry, Larry,Geoffery
Derek- Garrick, Eric, Herrick, Fredrick
Raymond- Grimond, Richmond, Osmind
Categories:
willard, creation,
Form: Rhyme
“Pshaw!” My grandmother said
as she thumped and bumped about
her crowded kitchen
steam rising, having
heated conversation with herself
Rankled by my grandfather's
latest excuse for not helping
around the house
Thwack! She smacked
the meat down on the counter
pounding and whacking
dinner into submission
Beyond exasperation
stewing, livid
“Pshaw!” She said again
louder this time, making me jump
sounding like the air-brake
on my Grandfather's big truck
letting off pressure
Little and fiery
fierce and feisty
my Grandfather had no idea
what he was up against
the volatile, volcanic fury
of a woman thwarted
“Land's Sakes, Willard!”
was his final warning
but he let it go past that-
to the point of
“Pshaw!”
Categories:
willard, emotions, feelings, grandmother, humor,
Form: Free verse
Willard Mitt Romney
born into wealth and money
Can't conceive of life as the Beaver
and pushes temps as high as trench fever
"Clerihew" form for Andrea's "Seeking a Fresh Crop of Clerihews"
Categories:
willard, funny,
Form: Clerihew
VAMPIRE
I’ll tell you of Willard Van Drood
An alarmingly strange young dude
Young Willard, to all, seemed so harmless
Was so freaking plain, utterly charmless
Kids might ask him out to play
But young Willard always slept all day
At night when sister went off to bed
Willard crept around the house instead
The lad was so very bony and tall
Was never seen to eat at all
Light afoot he seemed to glide
In and out, just loved to hide
Sister Suzy, as usual, fast asleep
Didn’t see weird Willard peep
No one heard poor Suzy cry
The police found her body white and dry
When mother asked where Willard had been
Willard mounted a toothy grin
“Mother, dear, I couldn’t sleep
Nothing came of counting sheep
Then I had this awful thirst
I tell you mom I must be cursed
I gave old dad a goodnight peck
Under his chin, right on his neck
When I left his eyes were open wide
His fist clenched, tight, by his side”
Young Willard hung his head in shame
Then did his mom the very same
Categories:
willard, death, mom, mom,
Form: Free verse
SLOW DANCING AND YOUR LOOKING SO FINE
OUR LOVES AS GOOD AS IT GETS
ENCHANTING MOMENTS KEEP PLAYING REWIND
OVER AND OVER AGAIN
OVER AND OVER AGAIN
SLOW DANCING IN FOREVERS EMBRACE
YOUR ALL I THINK ABOUT BABY
ONE KISS AND I CANT CONCENTRATE
YOUR LOVE KEEPS MAKING ME CRAZY
MAKING ME CRAZY
SLOW DANCING HOLDING EACH OTHER CLOSE
OH WHAT A BEAUTIFULL FEELING
SLOW DANCING WITH THE LIGHTS DOWN LOW
SHADOWS FLOAT ACROSS THE CELING
IN FOREVERS EMBRACE
SLOW DANCING THROUGH THE PAGES OF TIME
AN ENDLESS RIVER KEEPS FLOWING
SLOW DANCING YOUR ALL OVER MY MIND
WE KEEP ON GOING AND GOING
GOING AND GOING
copyrighted 2006 by penny lapsley, david willard
Categories:
willard, husband, love, song-me,
Form: Ballad
I'm Going to the Willard (March 1 2008)
Came in May 1860 with a ringing in my head
By 1866 I was dead at the Willard
This is my story, the life I led
A silver coach dropped me
Off at the dumping ground
Wearing nothing but a long gown
This place is dangerous
As nails and boards
Fly out at me
My hands are callous
Trying to flee
By crawling on the floor
Walking up and Down the halls
It never quiets nor stalls
nothing like having a demon
Inside you screaming
Against your will
At 3 AM
The walls ring out a tune
of dark and black
Drowning in my fear
Of losing myself at the Willard
My cries My screams
Are silenced by a pill
It sits and dissolves
Chaulks up my tongue
Gazing out the window
I count the headstones
So I'm going to the Willard
Where the rooms are big
And the head posts are tall
I'm going to the Willard
To drink whiskey with the men
And dance the Charleston
So here I lay
I've gone to the Willard
To go play dead
Categories:
willard, allegory, confusion, death, depression,
Form: Free verse
It smells like a cardboard box
holding rows of an escape from reality
but who defined reality
was deja vu an afterthought of reality
banished to the rubbish wagon of a society
choking on an assumed reality
Pitter patter goes the rain of pills
pills for everyone
stick out for tongue and catch the rain
what did ya get?
ecstacy ritalin prozac viagra?
they'll all get you high
a ***** or a bender
what'll it be
Love hate
are these emotions?
or pills force fed us by a society
desperate for deviants and pain
phony or real swallow the pill
I think Captain Willard
said it best:
"It smelled like slow death in here"
even worse
its smells like a pharmacy in here
Categories:
willard, angst, death, depression, loss,
Form: Free verse