Trixie, my muse, runs screaming through the house with ideas
They bounce off furniture, turning into lightning bolts
The drapes are on fire; she cares not
She if foolish and reckless, a wild child who cannot be tamed
Wild knows wild, my imagination says, laughing at her antics
He and Trixie get along great; they are always cooking up something
Lightning bolts are zinging down the hallway
one misses my head by inches, they both laugh,
They are careless devils, my muse and my imagination
The house is burning down! My husband yells from the front room
We are all in flames before they are finished.
I run toward the shed, carrying my laptop.
They follow me, laughing manically.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
Alphabet playing makes me high.
The why I do not understand
but feel with words, I might touch sky.
Fisted letters sharpen my sight.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
I feel dark’s mark, the joy in light
and know simple living is grand.
Poetry forms give depth to bland.
Ardent ink excites with each flow.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
My depths do imagery bestow.
Prose, free verse and rhyme words align
when heartfelt words touchingly land
an emotive wrapped, zinging line.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
I meander along
drifting like a ribbon,
curling in the breeze,
bending like a river
sinuous with the flow
swing to the beat
swaying left and right
meandering onward
sashaying
rambling
winding
curling
humming
zigzag
zinging
singing
along
I go
um
Tiny but mighty
Moving as if deranged
Their lunacy delights
Madness unhinged
Zipping and zinging
Slivers of tiny bits of lightning
They flick and flitter
Glittering in a way only fireflies can
I chase them with my ready jar
zigzagging zombie zealously zeroed in on Zeke Zeller’s zinging zither
a zippy zenith to Zaria’s zesty zaniest day in Zanzibar.
all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
Been in a bit of a funk lately
Have I finally reached the end
No quatrains, couplets or narratives
No words of wisdom to send
At first I thought, oh I'll be back
Humming along as before
Don't get yourself in a great big flap
Lately I'm not quite so sure
Wishful thinking was part of it
It's lot more serious than I thought
The well's running dry, pretty sure
In a permanent funk I'm caught
Need a great event to inspire me
It's only a matter of time
I'll be back on track and zinging along
And once again I'll be fine
In no time at all I'll be smiling again
So why am I feeling so down
Feel like this old King of the Jesters
Is somehow losing his crown
Town Full Of Sound
I use to live in
A town full of sound
With Roller Coasters
And Merry Go Round
Horns would blast
To sound an alarm
I use to live in
A town full of sound
I use to live in
A town full of sound
Pinballs were zinging
And barkers would hound
Foghorns were blaring
A mournful fog song
I use to live in
A town full of sound
I use to live in
A town full of sounds
Salt water taffy
Came clacking on down
The bandstand was swinging
Those Glen Miller songs
I use to live in
A town full of sound
I use to live in
A town full of sound
Where all sorts of music
Played all over town
Screech of the crowd
As the Comet roared down
I use to live in
A town full of sound
Bill MacEachern May 2, 2024
Think I'll design an anti-depression website
Where people can visit when they're down
When their lives aren't zinging along at top speed
And they're continually wearing a frown
Most likely could have used it myself at times
But wife Cathie sure helped me through
As well as all you wonderful people out there
What would I do without you guys too
You brighten my life every single day
Can't wait to read the comments you make
They're always positive so extremely upbeat
It's like eating a piece of chocolate cake
Discovered The Soup about twelve years ago
What a great find that turned out to be
Each day can't wait to get back to my computer
To connect with my friends again woo-ie
amber skies announce autumn
black bats and black cats
costumes line the sidewalks
Dracula climbs out of his crypt
elves, faeries and brownies dance the streets
Freaks are getting on their freak
Ghostly ghouls and goblins chase princesses
Halloween parade is in rare gear
Ideal night for trick-or-treat
Jack-o-lanterns proudly sit
Knives focus in on the pretty ones at hand
Leave some candy for me! Says my aunt Fran
Monsters appear out of the October mist
Noisy neighbors watch from inside their house
Orange and black crepe paper in store windows
Pumpkin pie with whipped cream is in my frig
***** creatures zigzag in and out of walkers
rambunctious teenagers scare the little ones
spidery webs are dangling from many porches
trick-or-treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!
Under the bridge scary ghost stories are being told
Vim and vigor oozes out of every Captain America five-year-old
Witches cackle as their green faces wander the streets
‘xtravagant costumes try to one-up the rest of us
Yellow-eyed cats miss nothing
zinging in and out are goblins carrying large sacks
Think I'll design an anti-depression website
Where people can visit when they're down
When their lives aren't zinging along at top speed
And they're continually wearing a frown
Most likely could have used it myself at times
But my Cathie sure helped me get through
As well as all you wonderful people out there
What would I do without you guys too
You brighten my life every single darn day
Can't wait to read the comments you make
They're always positive so extremely upbeat
It's like having a big piece of chocolate cake
Discovered The Soup about ten years ago
What a great find that turned out to be
Each day can't wait to get back to my computer
To connect with my friends again woo-ie
in the cosmos, communication is constantly zipping and zinging
on fiber optic wavelengths only evolved aliens can decipher and see
imagine them as firefly rhinestones in lavender, coral and turquoise.
illumination is brought to the forest shelf
the oaks commit to another year of life
violets and moss house six faeries and an elf
father sky pines for the day he takes a wife
wondering about mother nature’s ways
the oaks commit to another year of life
the roots of the oaks await a knowing phase
where clairsentience will give them a clear direction
morel mushrooms pepper the ground with praise
a sense of joyful satisfaction and resurrection
bringing the faerie circle into a ring of fire
where clairsentience will give them a clear direction.
there is no hurry, no urgency is alive or dire
zinging sparks of enthusiasm enter the night air
bringing the faerie circle into a ring of fire
sorcery is afoot, queen of magic if you dare
illumination is brought to the forest shelf
zinging sparks of enthusiasm enter the night air
violets and moss house six faeries and an elf
Written 4-26-2023
Contest: Inklings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Zombies Zooming Zapping Zinging Zig Zagging
Ah, you think you are alone, ha ha; I am in the skies.
Alien awareness always active, yet you do not realize.
Created in the fifties, and meant to last forevermore.
I zoom in on your zoo, zinging with zest, I am Cybore.
I love it that you are unaware, thinking you are alone.
While I snap snazzy photos of you eating or on your throne.
I can see through your pretenses, I can peer through your wall.
You have no idea I am here; not one inkling at all!
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