Scents of Spring

I just love the smell of these!

A twining bine, grows into lengthy vine.

Hummingbirds come from afar 

For the ever sweet tasting nectar

Oh, yes, humans can enjoy it too,

Not only a beautiful landscape,

But also a tasty sweet treat.

A-Z Just Having Some Fun Pun On Words

Abcedarian accommodate alphabet with acclaim

Bartenders baffle and bamboozle the blame

Callow cacophony creates candid capers

Distasteful descriptions do deploy dopers

Eclogues express ending; epic explains expeditions

Fables flaunt flirty flings and fun fabrications

Gather gay groupies to gravitate and graze

Haphazard handwriting heaps headaches and haze

Idioms illustrate ideology including incidental information

Journalize jocularity and joyfully justify juxtaposition

Keep keen knowledge; kickback kitsch

Learn lexicology lettering; legal and legit

Magnificent metaphors multiply masterpieces

Negotiate nihility to necessitate niches

Obligatory observance obtains obsolete offers

Pleasurable palinode pleases pantaloon puffers

Question quatrains and quaternion quizzically

Roundly raconteurs rant rainbows radically

Satisfactory scribbles scratched on scraps

Transforms tachygraphy to tangible taps

Ultimatums’ unite unwritten ulterior urges

Vehement verbalism vehicles vexing verges

While writing wonderfully wisecracking words

Xerox the X-ray

Yank out the Yah-hoo

Zig-zag the zombie zoo

This blog was not signed up for the A-Z Blog Challenge but thought I might have some fun with it anyways. Check it out if you are so inclined.

Sentry Pillars

Raising shoulders gradually poke through

And point out toward the ocean blue

Crustaceous centurions guard the shore

In memory of the days before

No beach-goers leaving trash behind

Or landscape the condominium towers blind

No amusement rides or gamers boardwalks

Nor tourist campers and traffic gridlocks

Blanketed in salt water, the rocks are covered

Breakfast waiting seagulls, above they hovered

Crashing waves of water rolls

Greeting the rocks, they’re long lost souls.

Tide rolls in, tide rolls out,

Sentry pillars stand tall with clout.

Spring is in the air....

Remember to set those clocks ahead this weekend.

Conclusions

Conclusions

A small child sits quietly reading a book

The mother is outfitted with a meager look

No ring on her finger, no man by her side

She’s carrying herself with ego and pride.

“Mommy, I’m cold,” the little girl says with a cry

The mother looks back with certain evil in her eye.

Her skimpy tank top is cut way too low

Flaunting her cleavage for some naïve young beau.

The child not dressed for the too cool air

Mother oblivious, sits with a blank stare

How do I know what goes on in her life?

Perhaps it’s been filled with heartbreak and strife.

The child is interracial I can tell from her skin,

My mind is convicted from this judgment of sin

Little girl’s finger slides deep into her nose,

I feel so sad, wish I could give her new clothes.

Conclusions we draw from just a short look

Become the characters in the writer’s next book.

ME and YOU

People wish they were more like us

Instead of praise they act jealous

Maybe because we DO more than we talk

Bothersome to many, so they ridicule and mock.

Mother-daughter relationship was put through the test

Only to experience nothing but the best.

Your artistic eye and inventive focused lens,

Creative juices will flow from many inspired pens.

Collaborative imagination from there to here

More talent than them; that is their fear.

No college degrees or fancy awards,

No certificates hanging from bulletin boards

Just using our gifts to the best of our means

I write the words while you create scenes.

She's No Saint

She’s no Saint

Crumpled and discarded,

Cast aside like a piece of trash

Hair disarrayed and tattered,

Clothes over-sized, secured with a sash.

Insignificance illuminates from the eyes deep inside dark holes,

Her lips curl over yellowing teeth, searching for souls.

Thunder cracks overhead causing her to shudder;

Recollecting memories of being left behind, by her mother.

She shrugs it off, for there’s work to be done

A new day of reckoning has finally begun.

Things of the past have been laid to rest

Voices in her head urge it’s for the best.

As rain pelts her face and stings her cheek

She struggles to take cover, but her legs are weak.

What became of her life she wonders?

While rain pours down and the sky above thunders.

Over the rainbow someday she’ll be,

Away from the drama and hagiology.