Allsorts

Violets
They blow in the breeze
They smell like fresh cookies
Everyone loves them
They look lovely in a flower bouquet

Summer, summer
Summer is here
Let’s give summer a big fat cheer
Of this fact I’m surely clear
Summer is the best time of the year

We work and work and don’t get paid
We sit in despair waiting to leave
School is a prison that we are forced to go to
We sit here on repeat writing and writing.

Two young pets in a family of five,
They love to eat ham and flies
My dogs go woof and woof and woof.
They jump like frogs but snort like hogs
My dogs go woof and woof and woof.
They love to bark crazy when they see a daisy
My dogs go woof and woof and woof.

I scream
you scream
we all scream for ice cream
we go to the truck
and get some luck
and we all get ice cream
YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Summer time in the sun
Under the trees having fun
My auntie said it’s the best weather
Me and you could catch a feather
Everyone comes out to play
Really this is the best day

Fall colors poking the sky.
Billboards, pictures not telling a lie.
Clouds, so far, are stretching long.
A flock of birds singing a two-note song.
Nature is showing colors that are not wrong.

Hues of red, green and blue, yellow and bright orange too.
People chatting hues of blues, greens, goods and ferns with goo.
Count to a hundred and you will see,
That nature has surprises for you and me.

There are many types of jokes.
Some are dad jokes, Christmas jokes and slang jokes.
PS: I am not sure about slang jokes
Existing in the categories of jokes.

However, time is always on the journey with jokes.
It is like a soulmate, bonding wherever they go.
But once you say a joke with wrong timing
Tu, tu, tu. You are pushed into a deep well of regret and embarrassment

Imagine this, your friend is extremely sad over something personal
Your jokes makes everyone laugh so bad that it was possible for someone to die of laughter
So you say this – “Why did the scarecrow win an award?”
Pause.
“Because it was out-standing.”

Hahaha. But no, silence awaits.
Everyone stares at you like a hawk.
A wave of embarrassment hits you.
Felt that before.
Same.
The worst nightmare on Earth.
It was a way of cheering someone up.

So if you have had that experience
join me in the insurance of regret.

A angel in the book of life
wrote down the baby birth…

You have to write only your own poems
in The Poetry Zone, Ebony

Flowers rise, flowers fall,
Seasons shift and change for us all.
Sunlight dances, shadows spread,
Some days sparkle, some feel heavy instead.

You might feel joy, you might feel mad,
You might feel calm, or a little bit sad.
But through every turn, every moment you’ve had,
Your worth stays steady. You’re never bad.

Life hums softly, life roars loud,
Sometimes you stand tall, sometimes you’re bowed.
But every feeling—bright or drab—
Is part of being human, never something “bad.”

So let your petals open wide,
Let storms pass through, let colors collide.
Whatever you feel, whatever your path has had,
You’re growing, you’re learning, and you’re never bad.