Written for Eugiβs Moonwashed Weekly Prompts.
Prompt words appear below.
This is my reverse etheree.
Tag: Poem
In A Groove
Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille #207 Spin Cycle
Hold my hand, honey
and take me for a spin
Twirl me βround the dance floor
Iβm loving the spin Iβm in
Whisper those sweet nothings, baby
send shivers up my spine
and make my head spin, lover
tonight I’m gonna make you mine
NARΒ©2024
44 Words
This is βThat Old Black Magicβ by Louis Prima and Keely Smith, the Heppest of the Hep!
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Tick Tock Ticking: An Ovi
Ronovan Writes has offered up Ovi Poetry Challenge #52
where we are asked to write an ovi using the word
βtomorrowβ as inspiration. Here is my ovi.
Songs say time keeps on slipping
Like brooks oβer shiny stones tripping
And kids their jumps ropes skipping
It just keeps moving on
Itβs safe to say time flies
Like an eagle into the skies
So smoothly, he barely tries
Iβd like to touch the clouds
No time to do that now
Worry lines crease the brow
Donβt fret about when and how
Nothing good will come from that
No sticking your head in the sand
Itβs time to march with the band
And accept a helping hand
It will all get done
Why put it off till tomorrow
When time you cannot borrow
It flies faster than an arrow
Like quicksilver in your fingers
Donβt say there is no time
To make another rhyme
Or an old oak tree to climb
You have all the time there is
NARΒ©2024
This is βFly Like An Eagleβ by Steve Miller Band
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RAINY DAYS
Yes, indeed, my lovelies! Just in time for another Unicorn Challenge!
Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! Come quickly! Come quick!
Something has happened to poor Mr. Chick.
Oh, what is amiss? Can my best friend be sick?
Heβs scrawny and thin as a tall candlestick!
Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! His neck is all hunched
and his beak is a-gape, as if searching for lunch.
Perhaps I should give him something to munch
and something to drink. A tasty fruit punch!
Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! His feathers are gone!
His wings are a-hanging and bare to the bone.
Whatever it is itβs so terribly wrong!
Iβll help him feel better by singing a song!
Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! Come look at his seat!
Itβs shrunken right up and so have his feet!
I think I should give him something to eat
to revive and cheer him and make him go βtweetβ.
Now come here, my child, and sit by my side.
Hear all Mommyβs words and do not try to hide.
There will be no more playing or hitching a ride
for your dear Mr. Chick, oh most sadly, has died.
Come now, my dear child. Be brave and donβt cry;
I am going to tell you what happened and why.
Remember the Monday when the sun left the sky?
The rains came a-heavy and Chick could not fly.
Dear child, be happy and hear what I say:
Chick has transformed to spread joy every day!
Now people are flocking from miles away
to see our grand statue standing proud on display!
NAR Β© 2023
250 words
GUEST POST: A BOTTLE FULL OF BOTTLED UP EMOTIONS
It’s been too long since we heard from my friend Paul Griffiths,
The Birkenhead Poet. It’s about time.
Please take a moment to bask in the sublime words of The Poet.
I’ve bottled up all my feelings of inadequacy.
Then I cast the bottle adrift down by Moreton shore.
Setting my feelings adrift in the great blue yonder.
I’m not in need of such emotions any more.
Sitting by a lighthouse bathed in the darkness.
With not another soul about.
The sound of sound waves breaking comes crashing in.
As all my angst starts pouring out.
Standing at the water’s edge.
With a bottle of bottled up emotions in my hand.
As the sea gently erodes away my fading footprints.
In life’s ever shifting sands.
Encased in glass, trapped like a genie in a bottle.
I cast away the best and worst of me.
As I stand here drowning on dry land.
Yet feeling all at sea.
A bottle crammed full of mixed emotions.
Goes bobbing off to who knows where.
I watch as the bottle drifts off to the far horizon.
But I’m too numb inside to care.
There’s no message in the bottle.
Just a bottled up primal scream.
Full of anger, confusion and resentment.
And every mixed up emotion in between.
A primal scream trapped in a bottle.
With the lid sealed nice and tight.
I sit in silence and watch my bottled up emotions.
Disappearing into the silence of the night.
A primal scream encased in glass.
Full of sorrow, woe and pain.
Cast adrift into the Sea of despair.
To be never seen again.
Will the bottle be swallowed by an ocean of tears.
Or will it reach some far off distant sandy shore.
Either way or neither way.
I’m passed caring anymore.
No tears shall I weep for I’m emotionless.
Nor words of regret shall be spoken.
As long as the glass bottle remains intact.
Then my new found resolve shall remain unbroken.
Time and tide wait for no man.
As I watch the turning of the tides ebb and flow.
I’ve bottled up my feelings for so long.
The time has come for letting go.
As the darkness of such lost feelings fade,
Today seems to be a brighter day.
As my bottle of bottled up mixed emotions.
Drifts silently further and further away.
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THERE’S A VIEW
Response to Sadjeβs picture prompt on What do you see #144 July 25, 2022
Thereβs a view outside my window
Which changes every day
The sun was shining bright, my love,
The day you came my way
Thereβs a view outside my window
Which changes every night
The moon is high or sometimes low
And tonight itβs very bright
Thereβs a view outside my window
With water smooth as glass
No need for fear of naught, my love,
As we lie upon the grass
Thereβs a view outside my window
With water smooth as glass
Is that a bridge to walk across
A deathly dark morass?
Thereβs a view outside my window
And I know not what it means
Itβs rightside-up and upside-down
It is not quite what it seems
Thereβs a view outside my window
I watch it every day
The moon was burning bright, my love,
The night you went away
Thereβs a view outside my window
Itβs lovely, donβt you think?
If I step upon the glassy water
Will I float or will I sink?
Thereβs a view outside my window
But I shall watch no more
My love, you are not coming back
Of that I am most sure
Thereβs a view outside my window
Itβs very lonely, donβt you think?
I shall walk outside and take a seat
Close to the waterβs brink
Thereβs a view outside my window
Please donβt gaze for very long
For you will soon discover
My love and I both gone
NAR Β© 2022
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