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In your eyes I saw clear skies before the rain that day. All left at once out of the blue, the sunshine and the sunflower, too, the hot saucezest for life I knew. Our margarita laughing pool shut down. You went away.
I submitted the following nonsense poem to Chel Owen’s A Mused Poetry Contest. The contest theme is “a silly poem about an unusual eccentricity”. It is still open for those who want to enter.
The night sky is clear and the full moon is bright. It’s nutty I know but I’ll dance in its light. The moon doesn’t care. “Yes, I do.” Well, so what? “You’re nutty enough.” No, I ain’t. “You’re a nut.”
There’s quicksand by the pearly gates for those who wander off the way, who love the breezy, sleazy mud. Then pleasure pops – another dud. On pins and needles now they say, “Let’s try again!” And there they stay.
On top the swamp is plain to see – below, a rotting misery. The light green algae doesn’t know. The darkness doesn’t want to show the fruits of deep, defiling sin. There’s quicksand should you venture in.
The jack-o’-lantern’s hollow nose turned darkly down on Antique Rose. Its scornful eyes pierced Mistletoe. Its toothy mouth warned them to go: “It’s easy peasy in the street Where greens and pinks and yellows meet.” But pleasure wasn’t why they came. No morbid magic, flashing flame Could substitute for righteous light. They stood their ground, prepared to fight.
The jack-o’-lantern burnt all night.
Its pride at dawn collapsed within. Mistletoe knew they would win And so did joyful Antique Rose. Their faith like Mustard Seed’s still grows.