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betterdays Apr 2014
dimble dumble,
caught a, thimble thumble
of precious morning dew.

dimble dumble, took his thumble thimble,
full up to rimful.
on his nimble rambull
wooly stu,
careful not to lose,
a drippity drop
of the delicious dew.

they flimble, flambled,
up and overed,
down and undered,
till dimble dumble,
with his thimble thumble, filled to rimful,
on the wooly rambull... came to stumble.

his face a crumble,
as the rimful,
roamed and overflew,
the thimble thumble walls.
a dribble drabble did scribble scrabble,
down the rambulls hide.

dimble dumble
chewed his bottom lip
and cried.
"do not fret my little pet, look there is still enough inside"
wooly stu decried.
"i'll be more staid,as we ride our fortunes, soon will be made."

so,dimble dumble
and his rambull crew,
with thimble thumble recovered,
from the tumble.

on they skedoodledaddled. being careful to protect the remaining morning petal's dew.
after a while, time,
flew with dove like grace and dimble dumble,
with his dudes came
to the the very place, of the rimble romble rumble
and royal rapture rap parade

dimble dumble
and rambull stu on bended knee
and really humble
presented their
thimble thumble
not quiet full to rim still
but delicious and felitious morning dew
to the king awaiting
his purchase and perview.

before its spoiling,
it was boiling,
his kettle singing,
songs a ringing,
to the beauteous,
but not so bountious, morning dew.

dimble dumble
watched the
thimble thumble steam
and bubble blip away.
hands flipping flapping
nose jinkling wrinkling
as the fog blew,
his way boiling dew,
tea leaves darjeeling
with daphne blossoms
was the flavour of the day.

dimble dumble
with thimble thumble
empty now
and too, wooly stu
caught a peek of teacups platinum
holding royal blossom brew before the butler,
with a silly stutter,
sent them on their way,
with dimble dumble
all a fumble,
with a thimble thumble
of goldenboldens,
as his hard work's
reward that day.
napowrimo day 22
prompt; write a poem for a child, it may rhyme it may not.

a poem for my boy Tod,
with themes inherit
always keep trying
hard work pays off.
John Go-Soco Jan 2016
The week's been long and draggin' on.
Our labour's been labourious.
Toilsome tasks have tarried on -
and their ceasing inglorious.

But surely as our souls are spent,
and stamina a-sundered.
the whittled work has come and went,
and out we've come from undered!

And thus, my friend, the week has past.
So here's a rousing raised-glass cheer -
that dreamt-of day descends at last:
Friday Friday, Friday's here!
Though exhausted and expiring, I thought I could experiment a little with alliteration today.
kevin Jun 10
In early day
Norman invention
Shone bright upon
Galway

Nether thee gaunt nor the letter
Coursing undered Birch's doors
Winding missions of winded gallows
Tormenting staggards briefly spilling

Yellowed respite, somber field
Rows in saddled country
Umbers catching brow
Littles in Emma's war


Nearer boughes break?
Journal summer

Administrative Counting in Leitrim
Finding all and no responsible parties
In the naming of Liam of her
The republic again retreated to it's
Favorite resort
Conscription Belief Palace

And I begin to attempt the curators position
kevin Sep 12
Internal verandas repeal
Jupiter moon skips arrivals mean
Terrier cloth refusal yawns
And sumptuous English butter


Collapsible Beauty Poem City 1

Blake Lively
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt

Aphrodite sours the lengths rend

Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls

Bothersome boy


Aphrodite sours?

A stilled plight of fruit
The whispered light
Ghastly hatred
Airing gripes on molded cloth
Un done tether tressed in sea

Collapsible Beauty Poem

French Mistreat
French Mistreat
Silent black and white
She goes
In reluctant
French stain on you
Goodnight
Sleeps
On mine
French debut
Devious

Irish Poetry
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

OfForgotten Muses

Durga
Glimpse
Faltered Catchings
As fate was renewed
In spoiling of ink and songs
The clawfootings nest, awakes
Spirited joy
Gambling and dancing
Mischievous nuscance's
Joy filled pander

A French ladies girlhood
Jestering with courtship
And thievery

Her handed change
Spills of galaxy
Abandon of Greece
Partner of romance
Wonderous mortal boys torment
Goddess of folly and treasure tears
Fall at once
Capture my Irish play
Off with your heathen again
Grab the thatches and begone


Hangle and Lie
The devout of tomorrow
Belie your desire
Blankets of spite await in my idioms




As we are water without
As we are water without a place
Hours of enlightened
Enlightened?
"Yes, boy, go on"
Wells of timber and anul
Find mercy vast
Yet our sorrow is pillfered
Our galaxy poorly felt
Tinsel is bedridden
The screens crackle, distant!
"Yes, cupid, again"
Psyche and leopard
Confounded assumptions

The stage is drought
Further in beyond lighting
Able returned, call of your true naming
"Destitute rest he begins applause"

Lyrics in quivered harm

Yes mantle I understand now

Madame he finds no worth in your crestfallen humor

"Only as your song, Irish boy"

"I will decide you later”



Unsay
The island lied and friendship won't last
Spiteful romance, hateful lips

In his friendship I found a brother
In her eyes I found torment
Italia would dance as me
Winde in wind
Faltering rains
Catch of shoulders

Eyed unlasting
And his songs begun in hair
Sundered tulips
Well unopened
Has he left you closed
Finally?

You know their truth
Is never from you


Reliefs
Reliefs under water
Under the shiner brilliant
Goal
The day falls unlent
The impedance of progress
Unable to handle the plummet
The fail the folly

Reason wills not from a far off
For a door will not answer a shined summit nor a petty prince

In deeds of sacred loves lost in time
The path in ash reddened twine
Lurks, spinning divinity's can
Divinity can beckon me
She lowers her mind
In meditative embrace
Her taught, turgid leaf
Lingers in meadows soft
Aisled sands become wilted papers sorrows and every rotted sunrise
Requires another signing of poetry

Eyes just won't see the day for hours of darkness have her bedridden in a French prison

Castled walls limber
As breaking guillotine falters
Limbing the courtyards again
Ignorance of nose
Spittles of france


Founder of Eden
Ramble of greed
Melting handles way down below
We've no steps to find?
Awakened mizers spill
One morsels regret
In our follied pouches

Unsay
The island lied and friendship won't last
Spiteful romance, hateful lips

In his friendship I found a brother
In her eyes I found torment
Italia would dance as me
Winde in wind
Faltering rains
Catch of shoulders

Eyed unlasting
And his songs begun in hair
Sundered tulips
Well unopened
Has he left you closed
Finally?

You know their truth
Is never from you


Reliefs
Reliefs under water
Under the shiner brilliant
Goal
The day falls unlent
The impedance of progress
Unable to handle the plummet
The fail the folly

Reason wills not from a far off
For a door will not answer a shined summit nor a petty prince

In deeds of sacred loves lost in time
The path in ash reddened twine
Lurks, spinning divinity's can
Divinity can beckon me
She lowers her mind
In meditative embrace
Her taught, turgid leaf
Lingers in meadows soft
Aisled sands become wilted papers sorrows and every rotted sunrise
Requires another signing of poetry

Eyes just won't see the day for hours of darkness have her bedridden in a French prison

Castled walls limber
As breaking guillotine falters
Limbing the courtyards again
Ignorance of nose
Spittles of france

The whispers hopeful
Rusted eyes
Calamity and silence
Dread of scandal
Speaker in blasphemous gore

Tincture and Elixir,!!

At cacophonies exile
We married jest
Stilled in adjacent alcoves
Neither gauge filled
Hours falling limp
The stained glasses potions, hurled
Forgotten absence
News of aphrodite has gone

On missing knee?
Cleric of nomads
Handle of Zeus
Laddle in compromise
Will you carry and spring?
Joyful blooms you hide
Sharing tempers brides


Beaten and sacrificed harp of greeds vanity you've no lies left

As in the final spill
Listing shimmer
And collapse of benign
Goddesses kindred
Crinkling gasps
As holds on clothes, wavering
Spins fetching castle
Murky laddles warmth
Lilts of gentle gripe

Skinned after birth
The olive bleached
Candled in doubtful ointments
Unlived yearning at hands
Crisis in voided times
Mutes bound lips opining lids



Founder of Eden

Sir! Madame!

The children weary in filth?
As babes unopened?
Clocks for sorrow yes!

At once my liege's!!!!


Tomorrow

Edgewise you sorrow again tomorrow

Some wild days winde
Poorly felt planets of magic
Are your sadnesses so full?
Will you spell in quite ruin?
Pointing slides and valleys

Shell next in door
Crescent sinuettes
Nimbles kind at end
Lingering eyes as fogs
Peasant boys resting tug

Urmi
In ino parcini village Irish poetry once walked away

Your mourn, mourning and lend is far in the ashes of your desires war

The Italian girl

Spelling songs in letters
Letters four and three
Setting ashore
At her feet, edens steep
Treasure of niles leap
And neigh is her harps wools

Differ of mounds
Flutter of held
A last war with eyes


Is saying in she tongues veils?
Irish boy? Are you ill?

You will stay and I will begin

As taken creation
Your bend of nectars
Spent embering scorns
Balded roots reaping gnash

There, child only as affectations instance

Veins under stars holding disdain
Cherried shame baskets
Use of ash low

Tempered disgrace
Even your footing
I as the paper am not fair
Vexing courtships
Insolent marriage of lips
Questions suffering
I am not infinite canvas
Only daring inks I long beside

Stencil won't last in life
She asks, only her whispered depths
How will it end Irish poet?

Irish inklings are to know

Water is opening your mind


My home at seas in ruined fogs
Catch of quill, melting sod


Trimurti
Low in the Brahma
Distrusting vase's gathered
In neither path was their Vishnu open
Illness of day, weeping guardians hanging, lies wagering the dowry.

Oldened oaks hiding hazelnut groves
Sought sadness wild dews
Pompeii hadn't wished sand painting
Paciniana's ballroom went without
Tender sprigs yawned below Kilkenny's pens

Swallowed bones parlour dealt in feathers guiding forward



Sharing wells as Scottish bogs mold our vanities in bonfires


Lady Sade in the House of Perjury

And I'll be needing you so
After the lights go down low
kevin Sep 11
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt

Aphrodite sours the lengths rend

Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls

Bothersome boy


Aphrodite sours?

A stilled plight of fruit
The whispered light
Ghastly hatred
Airing gripes on molded cloth
Un done tether tressed in sea

Collapsible Beauty Poem


Poem
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