Month: May 2018

What makes?

What makes you smile?
Is it sometimes naughty?
or is it more pc
like high and haughty?
secret pleasure
or a combination of things
that tickle your fancy?
Make life zing
what sort of humour
makes you belly laugh?
what makes you grin?
what makes you smile?
when do you cackle
without guile?
what about the giggle, guffaw, te he he?
Do you ever sound like a jackal

snort and wheeze?
Expressions of humour happiness and glee
different drivers is what we see.

Duality

From a prompt Love tastes like …..

Duality

My Love feels like
I am wrapped
in a warm fluffy blanket
Safe sheltered succoured

My love can feel like
an icy draft stinging my eyes
Adding goosebumps to my skin
If the blanket slips

My love tastes like
Smooth and mellow chocolate
Sweet and melting on the tongue
sometimes lemon, almond and salty

My love can taste like
Pepper, mustard and vinegar mixed
harsh on the tongue bad for the stomach
Sometimes it tastes of chilli and spice – heated

My love sounds like
A celestial choir
Dr Hook at full volume
A playlist of romantic duets

My love can sound like
a child learning the recorder
An errant burglar alarm
The dawn chorus

My love is balanced between pleasure and pain

Cloud character

Cumulus clouds from which I coalesced
Creative spark the rhyme suggests
Pulling the magical strands from the air
Fashioning it, into sinews and hair.

Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy cries
Creating fiction, no compromise
Awaiting the lightening bolt to strike
Harnessing its energy, waiting to write.

Comulus clouds from which I coalesced
Character drawn from ether, feeling distressed
Walking the clouds, light as thistledown
Focus unclear, staying up or falling clown.

Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy cries
Classic tale or dystopian lies
Boxing the thunder grabbing the sparks
Maybe to underline, the unorthodox.

Head in the clouds is where they seem to be
The author’s misty figure is not what you see.

I also wrote this in a more free verse style which do you prefer?

Cumulus clouds from which coalesced
The creative spark in rhyme, or yet
Pulling magical strands from the air
Fashioning it, into words not pairs.

Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy cries
Shout till hoarse, new Virgin lines
Await the lightening bolt to strike
Harness its energy, burn to write.

Comulus clouds from which I coalesced
Character drawn from ether – underscore
Walking the clouds, light as gossamer thread
Balance hard, focus unclear.

Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy sighs
Classic verse, free wheeling style – form
Box the thunder grab the sparks
Might underline, the unorthodox.

Poetry in the clouds is where it seems to be
The poets’s misty figure is not what you see.

On the edge

On the edge of a cliff above the abyss

As you reach for me , the world is on fire
The sky lights up with my desire
The moon grows larger and expands
Grows greater with the touch of your hands

Enslaved by the luminosity
Mesmerised by the light of curiosity
I focus on that beautiful moon
It seems, to melts to your tune

Stands on a cliff above the abyss.