Santa and the Mrs. went out dancing
They went to the Red Chapel wild prancing.
Swing to the music and humped;
Pulled away, sway round, and jumped.
Pushed, wobble away, looked back proud, glancing.
Santa and the Mrs. partied hearty
Until night lit, busting their humps, smarty.
Woke with aching hangover.
Rudolph, out in the clover,
showing off bright nose, wittingly, arty.
Hey, Santa, running late and feel sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
He drank till room stop spinning.
Smart aleck Rudolph, grinning.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.
Categories:
wittingly, dance,
Form: Limerick
Not lying outright
is far from the truth
Hesitance vacuous
barren of fruit
What never gets said
deceitfulness hides
Stalking and preying
while buried inside
The pulpit a soapbox
lectern a mask
Pontification
deceptions bombast
Wittingly fervent
the devil subverts
False implication
—the ultimate hurt
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Categories:
wittingly, words,
Form: Rhyme
A big conclusion by tomorrow I must hurry up and reach.
It's about what I am to ‘do’ with my doggy “boy, Billy ‘Blue’.”
Half-wittingly I just keep vacillating between two notions.
My mind is ‘churning’; my thoughts ‘turning’ like a tsunami.
A bouncy cute but "crazy critter" is making me feel so daft.
'He' may ‘BE’ in control of ‘ME’, a “bungling fur baby’s” Mama.
Do I give him back this Monday? Oh, I need to decide by then.
No ‘napping' for all his ‘yapping,’ but “his eyes” are "so sweet!"
Sept. 25, 2022
for Joseph May's The A's Have It Poetry Contest
(I sure hope I did this right!)
Categories:
wittingly, dog,
Form: Verse
Why are the humans like that?
Filled with wile and treachery,
Using others as doormat,
Wittingly.
Can't they be simple?
Pristine,
As ripples,
As machine,
Who can't lie.
Why humans are such quintessence ,
Of sham drudgery?
Climbed on the fence,
Avidly.
Can't they just be good?
No hate, no tricks,
Just love throughout.
No cynicism,no narcissism,
everyone equal around.
I wonder ,
How good the earth
Could have been.
If it was shaped on
Anvil of love and peace.
Categories:
wittingly, anti bullying, best friend,
Form: Rhyme
What care I for love! Its adulation that drowns out all other enterprise of the heart like a siren. Its promise of treasure that lures man to concession of loves knavish aptitude. We overtly advertise our heart’s mannequin guards to forge the illusion of strength, yet wittingly concede love and the pursuit of, to direct our actions, choose our robes, set our goals, assign our speech. We grant it, like a spy, to ensconce in our aspirations, to squander our time and memory, to seek out names, to remember faces and places. To afford its attempts, avidity and appetite to influence even the most infinitesimal of decisions. To say this street or that street. This café or that café. And as a sportsman’s caddy, we follow. Is love so rich and potent that a mere drop hath the ability to dilute one hundred barrels of its ill side effects? Or is this mere legend? For its legend is all I have ever tasted. Why then do I proclaim a dish’s superiority if I have never tasted it! Why do I dedicate my life, to a king I have never seen?
Categories:
wittingly, anger, conflict, confusion, depression,
Form: Free verse
The creature of beauty;
a curvature silhouette
with a sweet scent and tenderness
that can wittingly
or
unknowingly
lure and sedate the beast.
This Enchantress,
once sanctioned as weaker,
merely the bearer of offspring
has evolved
from a sex goddess
into a commander,
able to rule
an army of warriors
by way of power,
yet
remain true
to her instinctive nature
as sensual,
the nurturer
a creature of beauty;
the woman.
by Ana Espinola Collins
Categories:
wittingly, beauty, inspiration, woman, women,
Form: Free verse
all gazing there up,
't was time to drop.
the cloud shift'd beautifully.
excit'd by the show,
our boys did ignore
the lazy lark wittingly.
while larks larked festive,
Ben waxed real sportive,
n'saw no trees shaking nearby.
a vulture schemed wise,
afloat their reverse,
the Choco won a goodbye.
Categories:
wittingly, addiction, adventure, eve, goodbye,
Form: Verse
I recall desiring dismal disaster
As tension tightened and negative neurons swarmed like hornets
Over honey not made by them
But by the very enemy
I do not believe my rival became what it was
Till I allowed him in
Willingly, and wittingly
Feeling foreign claws clamp around me
Scratching my untouched skin
To feel what it was like absorbed in that knowing grin
I had not thought it over how it would actually end…
Until it began
-found this poem among some forgotten verses-
Categories:
wittingly, absence, analogy, angst, dark,
Form: Free verse
They call him the artist.
People think he is crazy making up beautiful stories of life.
He takes pictures and draws reality and tells exactly what it is.
He speaks and we get truth from the love of his words.
He always has a way of timing just the right moment to click.
He loves the rush of surviving the risk and winning the statues.
The young can’t wait for his stories which paint the photos.
He takes the mic and makes all heads move on any direction.
His lyrics in his songs will make you dance for that reason.
Take crap in and out of create a beautiful sculpture.
Roll out industry’s fabric to fashion up everyone who seen it.
He can open up a brain and see what to mind then close w-hole.
He can get into the ring and fight seriously but look like dancing.
He can read the patterns of color and follow them to paradise.
He manipulates Chemicals wittingly for the benefit of the community.
Takes up his ride 2500miles and lands it half way around the world.
His work is recognized wherever he goes for his unique way of painting reality.
All can be artists in their own way .
Long live ART.
Categories:
wittingly, art,
Form: Personification
What haunts you when you close your eyes
At night, about to fall asleep.
Knowing that there will be not a sheep
To count, but horrors from your past.
What crawls through your mind at night
Once you shut the lights all out.
Alone in the dark where the unknown blooms
Before your eyes without your knowing.
How much courage do you have
To stand up against all that you fear
When the wretched smiles from ear to ear?
Will you run from your demons, or will you fight?
So what comes for you when you close your eyes?
Skeletons dance in your corner closet,
Cackling with glee as they wittingly mock you
For your childish nightmares keeping you awake.
Categories:
wittingly, courage, dark, dream, fear,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The light of my life is the tide of the tight
Which half of witchcraft is blight to unbright?
Paper of papal intent in the tent
Fare of the fate to the wittingly went
Knives are nice, but butter is better
A flick of the wrist and a twist of the fetter
Burn through the binder and break down the bricks
The deluge of delusion that stickles and sticks
Ruptured erruptions of singing to sin
Enraptured in rapture by fiddling the fin
Won't will your wont until the wight's won
Sorrowful song of the son of the sun
Lice come less when Winter won't wrest
Sum of the Summer rests in the West
Oughn't the Autumn to singe from the binge
Swing with the Spring of the tingling tinge
Donning the dawn of the bleeding night's blight
Moon dies at noon at the frightening fight
Dust of the dusk falls to slickening breath
Bright light of deep night dreams quickening death.
Categories:
wittingly, adventure, allegory, art, death,
Form: Rhyme