Food for Thought...
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Written word fun
From the fruits of the Earth's sun
Thought about cruisin' on my bike to grab some grub, but it was two-tired.
Decided to ask the cow out to the Stampede, but he was grounded.
Caught some fish that was wailing from some a-salt and batterin'.
Went to the vineyard & stepped on a grape, but it was too winey.
The sunset blazed on as the lettuce showed tall in the field, a head above the rest.
Clouds settling in for the night realized there's no contest for a fowl-weathered friend that the ghost of the poultry-geist leaves behind, egg-credibly the best...
Boiled eggs are hard to beat.
And, hey... ya know? A girl's gotta eat!
Categories:
winey, food, poems, riddle, silly,
Form: Rhyme
A Jar of Summer
Snow lies thick on the yard
Outside my window.
I lift the jar from the shelf
And carry it to my breakfast table.
Sunlight glows purple through the glass.
I pry open the lid.
And the winey aroma
Fills my soul with summer.
I see the grass by the fence.
The air is heavy with
The musky smell of wild grapes
That hang in beckoning clusters
From vines among the trees.
I clamber over the fence,
My hip complaining
About that last leg over!
I scramble among the grasses -
Never mind the thorny creepers
Clutching at my legs and clothes -
And load my bag with purple jewels.
The jam kettle waits,
And I hurry home to fill
The neighborhood with the
Thick, sweet aroma of cooking grapes.
This little jar of jam I open
At my winter breakfast table
Holds all the memories of summer.
I close my eyes and let
The tart-sweet taste
Fill my all my senses with
The sun and smells and tastes
Of summer past and summers yet to come.
Categories:
winey, memory, nature, nostalgia, senses,
Form: Free verse
I thought you meant Whitney Houston
not whiney.
Trump Winey With a Thing Terribly Tiny
Trump may always be weird and winey,
When someone said his is terribly tiny;
Likes to brawl;
On wall scrawl;
His brilliant things seem to be so shiny.
Jim Horn
Categories:
winey, adventure, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
HIC, A HIC, TYBURN
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Windy,
Windy,
Whiney,
Winey.
A day down a windy, windy road,
okay, me a whiney, winey toad!
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Homonyms: Windy - Blowing. Windy - Meandering. Both based on English English.
Homophones: Whiney, always moaning, winey, hic, hic, you speak for yourself.
Composed on the 20th January 2018. Amended 1/22/18 to conform with the correct format.
Entered in 'Write me a Tyburn', poetry contest sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
winey, wind, wine,
Form: Tyburn
For the dove and the good of all her love;
Life blood from pen-points paint out an halo.
Thy hallowedness, thy silvery rivers flow
into my flower box. My barn's sprouts live.
Winsome birds bed my head, nestle vainly,
for your soaring blisses make null kisses.
Blue baby I am, my heart throb lisses,
your blue blood on my blue book rhymes gaily.
Her smiler rosy and nesh jingles bells
and the lilies of Lilith are livid.
The blossoms bloom, and my soul kiss avid;
She slobbers winey honey in my dwells.
Her swells dispel spells, and I spell out laud;
words ward off unyoung, life to her young blood.
Categories:
winey, beauty, desire, love,
Form: Sonnet
Whinny Winey on the track
The coluber bravoing at his back
The betor keen on his kale
Here goes the whistle
Spectators applauded Round the clock
Whinny Winey to the finish line potted the betor's jack.
Categories:
winey, animals,
Form: Alliteration