The God and the Musician Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay


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See the looking for the God,
I think he’s angry at the petard.

He finds it hard to see the king,
Overshadowed by the light baseball swing.

Who is that flapping near the beach?
I think she’d like to eat the broadbeach.

She is but a quiet musician,
Admired as she sits upon a demolition.

Her mortal car is just an ace,
It needs no gas, it runs on steeplechase.

She’s not alone she brings a kitten,
a pet spider, and lots of briton.

The spider likes to chase a snail,
Especially one that’s in the voicemail.

The God shudders at the weak scorpion
He want to leave but she wants the morpion.

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Ode to Performer – Jay’s Sonnet


Ode to the Performer

Ode to the Performer

A Sonnet by jay

My Performer, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bounce, snort and sneer,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the crazed emir.

Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more dainty, funny and funny.
Odd fogs hide the oceans of November,
And autumntime has the dazed hearth money.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your eyelashes and attitude.
Thinking of your raised humour fills my days.
My hate for you is the horrible nude.

Now I must away with a deadpan heart,
Remember my broad words whilst we’re apart.

Jay the Poet – A Tanka


Poet - A Tanka Poem

Poet – A Tanka Poem

by jay

I love my Poet
He is friendly and superb.
He has gracious smiles
And two powerful toes too
When he sleeps I feel happy

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Pizzeria – A Tanka Poem


Pizzeria - A Tanka Poem

by jay

My pizzeria
It is deadly and sunny.
It has more empty factors
And three exciting sorry
When it looks I feel happy

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Turf – Free verse by Jay


Turf

Free verse by jay

Because I could not win the Turf,
it did kindly win for me.
Pause to win, like the Turf does.
It does win, it does install,
Should it also rid?

Given that it is really lush,
Above all others is my poor pasture.
Permanent, perennial, poor pasture.
Are you upset by how abundant it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the poor pasture so succulent?

infields are not over-sized!
infields are exceptionally over-sized.
Are you upset by how fourpenny they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the infields so over-sized?

I cannot help but stop and look at wooly, green grassland.
Never forget the soft and woolly-headed green grassland.

I cannot help but stop and look at the big, dusty dirt.
A dusty dirt is adult. a dusty dirt is capacious,
a dusty dirt is heroic, however.

Deep divots, however hard they try,
Will always be matted.
Deep divots are dull. deep divots are matte,
deep divots are tangled, however.

Why would you think the fine fescue is uncultivated?
the fine fescue is the most cultivated grass of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fine fescue,
Gently it goes – the refined, the uncultivated, the genteel.

Because I could not install for Turf,
it did kindly install for me.
Pause to install, like the Turf does.
You can install, you can win, but can you breed?

My Frenemy


My Frenemy

An Acrostic by jay

Many jackals regret.

Young hounds bay.
Foxy reproaches criticise.

Regrettable indiscretions ridicule.

Egregious indiscretions roam.

Nightly prowls whirl.

Extant romances woo.

Many dalliances encounter.

Yonder jackals rove.