"twoo" poems
Under the moonlight the creatures all glare
At a beautiful Fairy with rich Autumn hair
She crunches the leaves under foot where she treads
As she dances and giggles at the stars overhead!
This beautiful creature in a dress olive green
Comes out to play when the humans do dream
With mind like a child and a voice like a harp
She skips and she sings for the creatures of dark!
The mesmerised Hedgehogs, a line dance do they
Kicking their heels in the cold yellow hay
Most creatures around all decide to join in
Laughing and wearing their best Autumn grins!
Sweet Nellie Owl gives a “Twittery twoo!”
And she opens her wings to applaud all they do
Then all of the moths with formation of wings
Glide past with valour making circles of wind!
Then gusts stir the leaves in the chill of the night
And the beautiful Fairy just smiles with delight
She knows the display we’ll wake up to at morn
Golden leaves at our feet as the Autumn's now born!
© By LynnKaren
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
Teetles tuppled storpidly, along the clurby path
Her toes gribbed at the plirky sand
When she lumbled swanuously round the ragthall pebbly wrath
Her stlilting head tipped back as she breathed the roopled frand
She trippered toinulously pausing at the gurgil streef
To drink slaverously from a Burbore skinned flask
Sea shells stolen plumberlingly from the Briley Heef
Dripped from her pockets as she svointered on the shubbled crask
And in her furling hand she snatched a Stoodle,
Feathered little spine smuffled from the wind so grabbily,
Its beak produced a little snawdoodle
And she laughed so jorbid and trabbily
“Little one, a seashell for you”
She exclaimed and stooped to pluck a sleemish one
And in the Stoodle horpled with a gentle twoo
And she set it in the blurkish sea, spinning loorfilly in the sun
With a sudden shloop
both shell and Stoodle were ****** under
so she stood waiting peering into the gloop
as the Stoodle sunk into the murky punder
Then up the Stoodle popped with sloopish swriss
But Stoodle it was no more, instead a brilly Havergrath
With grey silk back and wuverbul muscles twriss
A smarmy smile upon its jarby grath
And she smiled back at him
A korky, vubblious thing
And he flipped through the air with krim
As one only a Havergrath can bring
--Lily
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
Can I live with being a twit?
As someone who doesn’t quite
fit
among the sensible crowd
who get things done
and those I find to be
ever so loud
about all their successes and skills
within the adulting world
that lacks any thrills!
Could I live without the joy of
swinging on a swing
or ignore the sudden urge
to attempt a highland fling
or pass on the chance to
loudly yet badly sing?
Put that way, I have to admit,
I can definitely live with being a twit.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
you're a lovely twit, i see you there,
sat up high
day n night
in the twit
twoo tree.
Watching
years fly pass.
Hungrily devouring those
precious stolen morsels, you sigh,
longing for the tastiest dish
lost in the long grass.
You
are
tw oo.
Spanning wide, spreading high, strength from the roots, honest sap in the bark, all that you are
a beautiful, wonderous, lifesource
yet
evil lurks
amongst the whispering green.
Pretty owls who are pecking all the pie, when
eye cleansing rain reveals them, as painted little crows on haunches;
Greedy selfish birds, only feathering their own nests, trying before they buy.
So wait, you will, for the phoenix of your dreams. Soon. She'll emerge so bright
as the smoke becomes her, perhaps with a flame for you, to burn the grasses of her hiding place.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
RECORD: I LIV)E}D] ON THE MOON
FROGMAN: KWOON
RECORD: UNGODLY Froot
frogman: wax tailor
YOU'all are just like other people
We love to sting
sHe loves to trance
he admires b-e-a-utiful twoomen
Us're whoman
And most-times, twoo whomans
:Now I know my ABC'S
watch me confuse'em like the bourgeoisie:
-"but he pronounced it like Bilgemonkzees"-
( . . 3 . Oh dear, I hope you don't forget to feed me . .
2 . "I am still learning,"
and I've Dear'd to Remember to Forget my Confusions . .
REFORM: WRITE FOR SELFSE
{B-E-A-Grateful no-s1: "Read DeadHeads to BEGIN,
or Blue Tails to END"
-flips coin- }
}
1 . .
CONTINUE: DON'T FORGET
RECORD: curiosity's and imagination's
FROGMAN: selfse
program: INTROFLECTION,
I think "We've thunk it once before,
but it Bears repeating,
now"
LISTEN to us, all of you.
Que'Sera!
-caches Bit-
HA! VV !AH
S A Y
HAHAH
-Opens Mind-
"MY FROG... we're full of chars-"
- [May{jor(+/-)To}m] = E.ven-One
-- 1999-2001, a Race Ode-vent-you-See
[END OF LINE]
for those who may be hamyoung-us for the first time
{END OF MY RHiYMnE}
And Whu-may-n't be pondering what isn't going to clappin now.
(BEGIN TO /S/hEwE TiME)
It is of Coarse : Smoothing for the Mind, Body, and The Selfse of us all.
So,
SPEAK/ . 0\UP
|Whyever needs Bee? Wills Bee.|
Oh, you're di-vidend?
Oi've got these Two Mackszillery Tired Molaz, Whight.
whand day I was cwussin'a peace'a fwaery'dandy
and tay cwacked, whont down ta cagey'mentals.
now ta twooe woots is eckzpozed.
and i sding'em evewy dway
. . .-inserts troothpic-
jrus'tho da gwhothet OH's it's thrill'a jlive one up'teir
-- prole
/and the ghost speaks:
?_
/\
/
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
"My cousin's out fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty."
i get'it, theyire's knowthing twoo me
but yea'don't knead to grind it heithere
i scene gnomething oin mean owlready
"You hear that? I swear, there's something out there. In the dark."
and ire looks gold in pearsin
but i thinks knot-keen of my shimmer
i done't acspect peep'les to too light-key me
it's hall'opposite
"Only burglars and vampires creep around after dark. So which are you?"
hi've acspected spleenpoles twoo b-eats me
it's what i've no'n
and halves tune watsch fuohrer
"Gotta keep my eyes open. **** dragons could swoop down at any time."
sew know, i'm naught which'ya seam toon thunk
i'm
or yea, i no'n't, naughts
u 'le glisten to your ownpunions' bouts me
over antsynthing i chavsed to say
"Watch the skies, traveler.”
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
Silently they race
In the dark Christmas night
The golden candle lit windows dim in the distance
The happy parents smiling gratefully
As they pack the freshly delivered presents under
The newly decorated Christmas tree
Wings scattering the falling snow
As it rests on the still forest below
Swooping low, tightly holding
Their lovingly wrapped Christmas presents
The unsuspecting children
Smiling, snug and sound asleep dreaming of Christmas
Twit twoo twit twoo they call as the last present
Is packed tightly under the Christmas tree
The light rises, the small eyes open
Christmas is upon us
Nadolig Llawen
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Unperturbed by the downward flow
That covers all life with a mask of snow
As snowflakes flutter blown from the sky
White drifts build up forming where they lie
An owl hoots and swoops upon it's prey
The rabbit squeaks and scoots away
It skittles into the warm burrow hole
All safe and sound such a happy soul
And up above the snow does fall
But bunny is curled in a fluffy ball
The screeching owl soars up so high
Too wise to waste another try
On a branch it perches waiting in a tree
A twisting head what can it see
A rusty fox out for a walk
Too big a meal the owl won't stalk
Now Mr fox sniffs all around
Very soon begins to dig the ground
White snow and earth it scoops behind
A bunny meal is on his mind
Twit twoo a ghostly sound
Keep digging Mr fox below the ground
Suddenly the rabbit flees
And Mr tawny drops from the trees
A rabbit meal a second chance
The sneaky fox it fails to glance
They swoop and pounce all three collide
That's how the owl the fox and the rabbit died
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
light fades as new beauty appears
twinkles of nature bring life to a darkness
birds fly for their last meal til light
set a song for the evening a sign all is calm
yet I fear such a night as all sounds fall out loud
no sight to be seen by sees a shivery spine
a twit from a twoo just makes it seem worse
a dog barks a distance a maddening verse
I want to be home where the doors are all closed
away from the outside and into a warm
I fear that the ghost of said past will haunt me
unless I run home fast and hide until dawn
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
Met you
in the fall;
loved you
through
the winter;
you left me
in the spring
In between,
you saved
my life.
True love
need not
be forever
to be true.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Oneee
Twoo
Threeee
In then out
Breathe, don't shout
Think, don't fight
It will be alright
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
it's only ever sensible to point out
classism for the english...
given the hierarchy of... genesis: crown...
it's not like there
was ever an arrived at cromwellian
republicanism... ever!
there's a need to posit:
a shadow is an extension of the body...
best visible come noon...
the shadow is never
an invitation to replace the body...
beside there being a noon...
but i like the idea...
for all the superiority
of sensible ideas: that are never
a ******* light-bulb...
when england came across india:
it didn't conquer it...
it merely... reinvented itself...
and brought back a taste for curry
for the plebs...
sowwy... towing what's most
honestly twoo...
then again... without a(n) ego-crown...
h'american tabloid press
"republicanism"...
i don't know which is worse...
i still best flip
a coin that has lizzy's itchy
nose on the base of:
counter corruptions...
such that the popes have met
their: post-scriptum...
i promised myself this...
i'll commit myself...
to ol' susie lo'...
if... and only if and only when...
ol' lizzie has done the
sinker!
then! when i'll...
pay for ***** and giggles
with a tenner that 'as 'er
son's visage... detailing...
how best to arrive at ******
and i will sing! god save! our! king!
i must say: muttered best:
quiff of blonde... herr schtrap!
and kooning 'arlie!
yes... best come across the knee...
and tooth biting sand...
sort of... grit!
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
Watched by owls alone after dark
down that lonely country path
Twit twoo
I heard a rustling in the hedge
then a shadow crossed my way
Twit twoo
I saw a figure running out in the open field
I heard the branches creak then a woosh
Twit twoo
A silent shadow swooped down
then a cry of death was heard
Twit twoo
I ran the rest of my way home
then locked myself in tight
Then wounder what poor creature
would not be home tonight
Twit twoo
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 2:15 PM UTC