My secret rainbox is embedded in the wound
My rainbox is lush, yet it has been stained by tears
Grief fills my rainbow, and the cloud fills my ears
If my eyes are moist, my box of rain is found
October 21, 2022
Bite size Poem.No.54. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
Overjoyed at the prospects
Pumpkins orange and ripe
Totally ready dot the field
Intermingled with weeds
Mature ready to be eaten
Ickle one, not a few
Summer nurtured the crop
Turned the field into apricot
Iconism for his optimism
Captured in that glorious lantern
Open door to new adventure
Reaping the harvest of gratitude
Another aroma allspice in pumpkin cake
Nacarat lusciousness in nutmeg spiced pie
Gift of God and of the garden
Enjoy optimistic orange
Ickle(British) slang for little
Iconism-representation or semblance
Nacarat-orange-red
Written: March 04, 2016
Inspired by Silent One's Contest: United Color/Optimistic Orange
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
There is a little garden
Where ickle cherubs stay
They are hearts little menders
Under natures scented bouquet
Red threads they pull and spin
From the cotton tree behind
To mend our broken hearts
Their sewing so intertwined
They sit and sew and sew
To mend our broken hearts
As they bring two halves together
And wonder why they part
They have heard so many stories
As to why they drifted so
But these ickle little cherubs
Just sit and sew and sew
There is a little garden
Where broken hearts are mended
So if your heart gets broken
These cherubs will re-mend it
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I write this bouncy little tune
With a flouncy ickle fume
My poems are the best
In the world
I rock the planet more than
Mountains and hills
Indeed, I am orf me rock
Except for sulphur dioxide
Volcanoes erupted in Washington
So did a drug culture
I nearly forgot what an excellent poem
Writer that I am
Insane, yes
Real, no
The bells won't stop ringing
In the church
Flow chart, box chart
Insane brain chart
Money, by golly
I'm rich
Lottery money, the dough just rises and rises
Carbon Dioxide
Lovely summer, autumn and winter
Ahhhhh memories of home
Enjoy