The sun went behind cobalt clouds
Once again, but came out
Leaving those clouds 'pon the horizon
Those sunbeams now so stout
Clouds slowly thicken come together
Almost block the sunbeams
Gradually slowly the sun's covered
But its presence is supreme
As the water sprinkler clicks round
Hangs up in the tulip tree
Its presence becomes so much quieter
Reducing the noise with ease
The sun is completely covered
Daily sounds come alive
Baying hounds, songbirds, and tires spin
Each with its own wive
Down where the mimosa blossoms
Areas become drier
Each day, help us by restoring
Your Spirit, set us afire
stout--meaning here is dependable
Written: Monday, June 06, 2022
Categories:
wive, faith, life,
Form: Rhyme
Two years of marriage got Elon Musk,
The third marriage in his life
He start to dream to run to Mars
Without any wive!
Categories:
wive, humor, marriage,
Form: Quatrain
Circa April 17th, 2120, or 1820 military time,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive)
stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically analogous to protracted lunchtime
whereat the average offspring jetson or (daughter)
Born twenty years into twenty second century alive
and well (still hashtagged as precocious) with drive
to safely, sidestep, and surmount establishmentarian
archaic, formulaic, and mosaic Judaic/Christian give
wry master of words (me) take poetic license to jive
reasonably rhyming nope heart tickle early misthrive
moost definitely dirty deeds done dirt cheap (trick)
super tramping space cowboy lobbing power-drive
re: frequently innocent prelapsarian double entendre
(Jean Jacques Rousseau) Noble Savage he doth strive
even though hanky panky tinged entire his/her story,
Homo sapiens animal husbandry hastily did wive.
Categories:
wive, absence, april, creation, earth,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Otay! I’m an alien, toe what?
I used to wive on the pwanet Pwuto
Too told! TOE, I fwew to the moon
BOOOW-ING! (Eveeting too white!)
Toe I fwuttered down to Waw Tageles
Where I betame a BIG movie tar
Dey trew a party for my pwemier
but a bwack fuwwy fewine cwashed it!
Yep, I taw dat puddy-tat teak in too
Den he tunned me wit his tun gun!
Wucky for me, I dot away tumhow
Now I got dis widdle speech intetiment…
PS: Ewmer Fudd and me have become wather cwose since then because he had a
similar expewience when Bugs Bunny conked him on the head with an oversized
cawwot...
Categories:
wive, fantasy, funny,
Form: Light Verse
Pweeze wet me expwain, officer -
I taught it was dat wascally wabbit agin...
buwwowing under my ewectric fence,
eating up my cawwots. wettece, my bwoccoli
and-and...even my woot-a-beggers!
He's a weal pest...constantwee hawassing me,
destwoying, wandom wooting, wuining my cwop...
din waughing at me! (Dere outta be a waw)
Wha...awwest me?...Dis is an outwage!
I am a waw-abiding citizen!...Wead me my wights!
I demand pwoper mis-wepwesentation!
I am going diwectly to your superwior office, pwivate!
Bewieve it my fwiend, you will wive to wegwet this...
Ow! Must you be so fweekin WUFF?...Dat hoits!
I have woomatism you know! Powice bwutality! Po...
Aw scwew it...Wes! Wes! I moidered da widdle bum!
(Wunning awound dwessed wike dat
distwibuting doze siwwie cowoured eggs
Embawassing widdle cweature...
It's a downwight disgwace I tell you)
2/26/2013
Categories:
wive, funny, holiday, me,
Form: Narrative
You are the blood in my heart
The love in my life
My world from the start
My woman called “Wife”
You are the other heart that collide
With my heart with a beat
That keeps me alive
On the roads and streets
From these wrong paths that thrive
No other women I need to seek
Because I found my wive
You are my dreams come true
Our love is one but made by two
Sealed together our love is stronger than glue
You’ve strengthen my world
You’ve brighten my life
You are the only person I could ever called wife
My heart, my heart, please forever hold
A better love story will never be told
You are the reasons worth living
The love worth fighting for
The thanks that come from giving
If love was a battle, then I’m going to war
I’ll fight for what I want
Kill for what I don’t
But in the end, we’re prisoners under above
In this… facility call… love.
Categories:
wive, loveheart, heart, love,
Form: Romanticism