Month: February 2024

Just My Song

A site like this is wonderful, I think 
Where there is so much pouring of ink 
We can write and just be ourselves 
with each stroke of letter, draw on each other’s strength 
we can share our thoughts for what they are worth 
forgetting there is sadness and just feeling the mirth 
in the flow of emotions that we continue to share 
we unlock our hearts to no longer feel despair 
we can’t see each other yet we can connect 
across oceans, seas, in places, with poetry we reflect 
scribed on WordPress scrolls, memories get filed 
the poetry I read here has me beguiled. 
Finding inspiration and hope from fellow poets 
they pull me out when I am at my lowest 
we can rhyme without reason and reason without rhyme 
this rhyme and reason helps me dream big-time
this trail of poetry from me to you 
across your world to mine , our smiles we renew.

The Tramp

He touched people’s heart and funny bones with his parody 
A pantomime who never slapped a stick but used it with dexterity 

His name was Charles Spencer Chaplin 
His slapstick was a sure~fire win 
Tugging at heart strings, his tramp persona 
His mime, and awkward gait made him a supernova 
He walked, danced and gestured with with his cane 
Silently, he exulted the black and white era to claim his fame 

The character he portrayed was kinda hanky~panky, jiggery~pokery 
Without saying a word, he spelt articulatory 
His butterfly moustache flowed off his speechless lips 
Bowler hat, black suspenders, oversized shoes.. his signature showmanship 

His spinning on one leg around corners gave me the giggles 
He cracked me up with a full belly chuckle 

Screen writer, composer, mime, director 
There will never be again an actor of his caliber.

The ballad of yassy’s enchantment

Thank you , Cazzycoop.

(Verse 1)
In a forest deep, where moonbeams play,
There lived a fairy, Yassy, they say.
With wings of gold and a heart so kind,
Her words like pearls, in the breeze they’d find.

(Chorus)
Yassy’s poetry, a spell so pure,
With every verse, the world’s allure.
Her voice, a melody, magic untold,
In her stories, destinies unfold.

(Verse 2)
But tales of her gift reached human ears,
Whispers of power, fueling fears.
They sought to cage her, to control her might,
Unleash her magic under their command’s sight.

(Chorus)
Yassy’s poetry, a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through the darkest night.
But humans, blinded by greed’s cruel sway,
Sought to steal her light, to lead astray.

(Bridge)
With her animal friends, a loyal band,
Yassy fled, across the land.
Through shadowed woods and moonlit glades,
She sought refuge, beneath nature’s shades.

(Verse 3)
In the heart of the forest, she made her stand,
With roots and branches, at her command.
The humans approached, with nets in hand,
But Yassy’s magic, they couldn’t withstand.

(Chorus)
Yassy’s poetry, a force so strong,
In her words, the righting of wrong.
With a flick of her wrist, and a whispered plea,
The humans transformed, into a tree.

(Outro)
Now in that forest, a grove stands tall,
Kind-hearted trees, watching over all.
And Yassy, the fairy, with wings unfurled,
Continues to weave magic, in her enchanted world.

http://cazzycoop.wordpress.com

Thank you , Cazzycoop. I am deeply touched.

I woke Up As A Butterfly

I went to sleep with sorrow in my eyes 
When I woke up, I found myself turned into a butterfly 🦋 
I felt the gentle touch of chiffon on my back 
Silken wings, delicate, and gossamer wrapped 
I had become a larva morphing into a chrysalis 
My metamorphosis was like a wee little kiss 

Gliding over knolls, pastures, meadows and leas
In the zephyr’s thrill, embracing time with birds and bees
Blossoms charmed me with their sun~drenched fragrance 
Replete with nectar that filled me with sonance

I held the sunlight on the small of my back 
Humming nature’s song, with abandon I laughed 
My wings frolicked with a carefree rhythm 
A free~fall indulgence, an ebullience lissome

I reeled and raced and I blazed this moment 
A bohemian tempo heralding a dewy gold pageant
I crooned with birds tracing  trills of air~stoked  breaths 
Knowing that this was but a dream made me sigheth

I touched home ground to a rush of flowers 
Opening my eyes, I found myself back in my arbours.

The Sun Was Late This Morning

I woke up at dawn and looked for the sun
It seemed like the night was not yet done 
Maybe, I was up before my usual time 
The sun was just not ready to show up and shine. 
Looks like he was running behind schedule 
Or maybe the moon and stars had him in their lure 
I could hear the birds stirring and see the mist swirling 
The shadows of the night in a mood for flirting 
So he was late for his appointment in the sky 
Maybe he was insomniac and needed more shuteye 

Then I found the sun in my cup of coffee 
As I sipped warmth, I found the wait worthy.

Touch Therapy

Words 
dissolve 
on paper 
awakening
an invocation from my waking heart 
as I lay my heart down upon my dreams 
I surrender 
to the rush 
of your 
touch 
I 
embrace 
the unknown 
raking my thoughts 
my heart and my mind learns and then unlearns 
in the quiet of my quintessential soul 
I feel hope’s touch 
her finger 
on my 
pulse.

{~~tetracyt~~}

Foxtrot

A sly old fox trotted into the ballroom 
His red tail rose  behind him like a plume 
He sighted a vixen, asked her for a dance 
The vixen ignored him and threw him a sidelong glance 
Alas, the fox could only sit and fume.