Open Poetry #49 |
Blue Spotted Haze (A slight return) |
OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
The blue spotted zint in the nephoryte tree, was gleeful as gleeful could possibly be, reclined on his back on a dominus leaf, the king of the poodons that labored beneath. From sunrise to moon set indulging each whim, the poodons existence was all about him, they fed and they bathed and they kept him amused, they shaved all his armpits and shone all his shoes. They even picked boogers from out of his nose, and stitched them in patterns upon his new clothes, "A kings not a king without looking his best", smiled the zint braiding love hearts from hairs on his chest. Oh how they loved him, those poodons below, especially the days when he put on a show, armed with his klaxon, metalicus boots, the zint rocked the forest from tree tops to roots. He stomped out an anthem, he kicked up a riff, his thunderous vocals where wailathon bliss, The poodons, they swooned at the funk in his moves, that gangliest gait of gratuitous grooves, he played them the song of the red bellied phant, they all knew the chorus and joined in the dance, Then the zint bowing deeply returned to his tree And so all lived happy in rock synergy. OLIAS |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Thanks for your kind comments, regards OLIAS |
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