Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts
Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy
Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts
Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow
Kowtow to
Road of Milk
Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter
Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders
Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten
Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder
Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new
Crueler ruler.. China
Hip hip Hooray!
Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain
like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze.
I try unifying them into something,
a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams
showcasing profound thoughts
that I feel are worthy of sharing
with strangers and sycophants,
maniacs and mentally sound,
downtrodden and dignitaries,
paupers and princesses
in hopes of making a lasting impression
that will forever change their lives.
But before unveiling my work to the world,
I scrutinize the stitching,
then question the pattern.
Thinking that it’s not good enough,
that it requires additional refinement,
I tear apart the completed piece.
Quickly I discover that it can’t be resewn,
reassembled
or recreated.
What was once coherent,
vibrant,
profound,
now lies in ruin.
These scraps of doubt then entomb me.
Unable to manipulate the fabric,
I remain immobilized
by a misguided attempt
to cover my perceived imperfections
and bury my profound neurosis
so my frail ego
will be shielded from nonexistent ridicule.
Elusive, quick, a wisp of spectral smoke,
you, as a twinge that flickers in the eye,
haunt the corners of sight; you mystify
perception—such the awe you so evoke.
Arcane, abstruse, veiled in a phantom cloak,
you, as a fleeting shadow passing by,
confuse the intellect; you do defy
detection—all instincts you ill provoke.
In those moments, when(briefly)you appear
as a fast flash,—only to flitter from
reality,—a momentary zap
in a surging current,(you’re hard to hear,)—
yea in those moments, left behind, struck dumb,
I wonder mutely,—“have I made you up?”
“When after the freezing time of gloom vibrant colors sprout,
I get gems of cheer from the spring scenery”- By Poet
As the air ripples with the rhythmic joy of spring,
the melodic whisper of the southern wind
serenades with the tune of rapturous rhapsody.
The sinking sun sets ablaze in twilight
the sedate skyline in the cold fire of color,
as the hued flimsy fleet of cloud clumps sail.
Pearls of opalescent dew bejewel the meadow,
the bent blades of green grass shimmer,
wearing the sparkling crown of pearly splendor.
The mist drifts away from the spotless lucent sky,
that turns into silken canvas of shining sapphire,
as in the barren boughs the satin leaves sprout.
The buds burst with colors from the winter freeze,
unfurl the fresco of flowers where butterflies flitter.
My window frames the beautiful spring scenery.
Iridescent wings of rainbow hues
Flitter amongst the lily pads
Will she light or is this a drive by?
Dragonfly sighs upon finding the delicate pinks
Their yellow middles calling to her shy side
She decides to stay for a few minutes
The frogs go silent; no more croaking
There is a delicate fragrance in the air
Is it cherry blossoms or the lily pads themselves?
Dragonfly cannot leave yet.
She feels rested in this tranquil place.
Hush, listen can you hear it?
the sound of buds breaking free
sight of seeds pushing through earth
life returning, the hum grows ever louder.
The pace is starting to increase
more and more the signs are clear
Spring awakens sending winter away
no more do bitterly harsh winds blow.
The flowers of spring high light
the meadows. casting scent
and colouring the borders
hush stop and listen to spring.
Birds flitter busily collecting
their beaks stuffed full of all sorts
lambs bleat to all who will listen
as they frolic back and forth.
Ah the joys of spring gladden
the very souls of all who listen
sun beams shine warming each living
creature both two, four and many legged
Now the waiting is done
once more rebirth occurs
what a wonderful world
we are blessed with
To let my wanton gaze go wandering
And graze giddily your saintly silhouette,
With wonder watching you and pondering
What wild pensées through my fancy pirouette;
To glimpse a glimmer gleaming from your gloss,
A sparkle shining gaily on your smile,
To steal the lipstick from your lips, to toss
Your weight my way, a soirée worth your while;
To feel a frisson flitter through your skin,
With luster shivering between our senses,
And see your face flush scarlet, our shade of sin,
All this I long for and lust, in secret glances;
So with my pen I wink at you, pining
For your sweet permission. And now signing,
X
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
flitter flutter floozy flood
fluent flowing in forever mud
flummadiddle fairy, frenzy flowing
Where is all this featherheaded foolishness going?
The brook murmurs as it flows on the plateau,
across the draping emerald forest spread out opulent,
splashes on the curved contours of the lowland
as flicking cascade of the soaring swan flock in flight.
It meanders on the jagged swathe clad with ferns,
sprinkles with exuberance the splatter of pearls.
It glides with sigh through the drizzle of rain,
warbles in musical whisper with the ripple of air.
Flying over the crystal water that wheezes as it flows,
the returning robins chirp the springtime song.
As in the boughs of trees the new leaves rustle,
beguiled butterflies flitter around the flowers.
The shimmering night sky above the silhouetted canopy,
wears bejwelled crown shining with the twinkle of stars,
silver tinsels trickle through the moonbeam film,
in a trance I’m charmed by the splendor of nature.
In every life, a storm arises
along with sad and glad surprises.
Whether or not of our making,
storms can stress our souls to breaking.
Storms can arise from our inside,
caused by the hurts we hoard and hide,
or they may break forth on the outside,
inflicting pain as if to chide.
In a small boat, one stormy night
fast slept our Lord, the source of light.
Skilled sailors rowed with all their might
As hope failed in their futile fight.
And as the boat with water filled
the sailors knew they would be killed.
They roused their Lord with voices shrill
and He bade hearts and storm, “Be still.”
The storms of life can make you jitter
toss you around in frenzied flitter.
You choose to be brave or bitter
or let the storms make you glitter.
When storms arise, where can you turn,
as fear’s fierce winds your feelings churn.
Jesus the Lord who stilled the storm
can bring peace, your life reform.
All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
You are my morning and evening star,
sweet inveigler to the unpracticed heart -
girl, all I need is to be where you are
and never know what woe it is to part.
So we are in our beguiling sublimed
by a divine ordinance or blessing,
but visceral love, like a woman’s mind,
keep all mortal men eternal guessing.
Kid, you mean and are everything to me
and I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.
Written: September 1997
*Cotton Tree is a little enclave
in Maroochydore, Queensland.
Our unit was the next directly
to the left of the one circled.
The Pirouette of life's memories
Flitter before my eyes...
Grand Jeté moments of ecstasy -
leaping forth triumphantly!
The Arabesque of solitude,
Contemplation and longing.
Balancing En Pointe moments -
Where something just has to give...
As I crumble into a Grand Plié.
Rising into Pas De Deux, a joyous unity...
The Porté of two becoming one.
Never wanting it to end. Coda Crescendo.
Unexpected. Sudden. Unforseen.
Now I wait for my Pas Marché.
Paying Reverence to life's memories:
The Dance of Dances.
As the sun rises in the east,
I sit in quiet contemplation upon the roof,
Thinking of tomorrow's yet to come and yesterday's long past.
The sun did rise. The sun will rise. The sun is rising.
My thoughts go toward the future , and to the past.
What could I have done differently. What can I do differently.
What could have been done, what could be done. Some answers flitter in an out with answers mediocre.
Contemplation.
Mindset. One must strive , constantly and consistently, to live in the mindset of the future they desire.
One cannot break from themselves that which they know to be true, nor can one live against themselves.
Reach.
Highest ideal.
Conscientiously live in the state of which one wants to be. It takes effort. It is hard. To achieve the desires of oneself and of their family, one must constantly be. In the way they can envision themselves being.
Focus.
Breathe.
Not such a simple task. But worthy of conquest.
Attain your highest moral order, and persist. Let no outside action interfere, be stoic.
See.
Listen.
If one can achieve this, or attempt to, one can find peace. Persevere .
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