A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
The dandelions make me gay. Their yellow blossoms brighten day among the cow pies on display in farmer's plot. They serve emotional buffet when gut's in knot. Some people label them a weed, but I afford such rot no heed, because the Man Upstairs decreed there is no skew. Equality is guaranteed within His view. Notes ▼ |
Grandpa Pete looked to sky and wondered when the rain would come. For years, he fought this dusty regimen as mission's drum kept driving him to work the arid field. In fervent prayer, to God he appealed for some relief in his belief the land could bring a worthy yield. Last year, he finally gave up his stance and passed away, concluding perennial spirit dance he had each day with dilapidated barn, its roof caved in. The rotting walls remain through thick and thin for all to see in memory of Grandpa and his steadfast grin. Notes ▼ |
Welcome to my world! I am the gateway through which authors, poets, journalists must pass to connect with their audience. Their sensuous touch stimulates my keys to record their precious thoughts for posterity. My # symbol can link gnarly internet memes and bawdy jokes with millions of like-minded fanatics. The grand & joins two lovers in tender embrace, while the rest of us go chasing $ around the globe. Before long, the entire alphabet from "a" to "z" is joining in the party on the cloud. 86 words |
Dark clouds bestow a manna flow on fields below to save the day. The crops accept the promise kept when Heaven wept on full display. Notes on the Rhupunt form of poetry ▼ |
I'll take you to my secret place, where sunlight spreads chantilly lace across the verdant forest space. We gather there, away from city's frantic pace-- our pied-a-terre. Convening squirrel, rabbit, fawn, we meet to greet the coming dawn and welcome grace of tardy swan with hearty "Ciao!" There is no need for Amazon. It's here right now. Notes ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Someone please help me! Anyone? I am in a desperate predicament and have nowhere to turn. Every time the human beast Bubba goes to the Mexican food restaurant, he starts ripping members of my Toilet-paper family away--brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles--and feeding them to the voracious creature Toilet, after wiping them in that gooey, stinky brown stuff. The nasty fluid produced by diarrhea seems to have no end, and my turn is coming soon. Please hurry! Ple.... 76.5 words |
Good morning, Spring! It's a zippity-doo-dah day when robins sing and daisies bloom in vast array. The rising sun brings forth a sense of wonderment, like cinnamon on slice of morning sentiment. We dance around the dogwood tree and sing about rebirth with glee to celebrate your return to our latitude and consecrate each fascinating interlude by sowing more and nurturing in fertile soil to build rapport with Nature's plot through garden toil. |
When Putin slaps his thigh, his army soon descends, promoting evil trends. When missiles start to fly, our heroes say goodbye to family and friends. Too late to save the whole of population's folk beneath destruction's cloak, all stand aghast at toll, but try to take control amid the fire and smoke. We witness misery now etched in history. Notes on the HexSonnetta form of poetry ▼ |
I fervently wish that my gibberish might make someone smile and even beguile. To remove all doubt about my literary clout, just ask my pap and call it a wrap. |