Some comical moments- for a ticket to poetry bus

Niamh B is the poetry bus driver this week. She tells us to write something on confusion see here...
Ohh she has written one beautiful poem herself...
This is my entry for buying a ticket. This has really happened, so it's no invention.As I think about it now, I can't stop laughing. Good god! For the life of me, when you are sleepy, go and sleep instead of doing such antic things at night.

Confusion was writ large
as I saw an admiral’s barge
that seemed like a sergeant’s targe.
‘twas some work of art
with a spray of mossy colors
melting into that one street light
on a full moon night.
As I looked on thinking
bewilderment pasted on my face
little portrait budged.
My heart took a sudden leap
cause it was a man asleep
on a wooden wheel cart
abut a painted wall
beneath a tree tall.
Scurrying into my room
took a deep long breath
burst into a roaring chortle
on my murky vision
or on my sleepy conclusion.

Week's Poetry Challenge

Argent the Super Poetry bus driver of the week has set a challenge Tunnel of (unrequited) Love/Excursion to the Comedy Store Check here
This is my entry as I hop on to the bus...

He said I Do
It was not for me
He said love you
Empathy whispered it’s not true

One bridesmaid was I
Was happy or was it a lie
She was my friend for life
He was the reason of my life

Elegant, neat he had a black bow tie
I chided and suppressed a sigh
Lavenders and tulips blossomed all around
Colors got lost, smile faded, grief profound
Toasts raised, cake cut served with sweet pies
He was oblivious of the love floating in my eyes

Shattered, I felt like a loner on seashore
Well, there goes one more
Searching & screening the ecstatic crowd
I saw many peas in the same pod
Sailing in the ship of Just Dumped, oh god
 
Cracked open a bottle, I sipped & slurped
Got drunk and waved
That free beer that cost my heart
Tell you what, finding a guy is an art
Snickering, Here I come, I said aloud
Winking I dived in to the crowd.

"The Poetry Bus Challenge!", by Dominic

Okay! So I m trying my hands on Dominic's assignment n hopping on the poetry bus for the first time...This was a bit difficult...n i suppose m the last one to hop on...

But just about the background..I would suggest don't try this at home, i literally landed up getting screwed...
I was about to write on my mom's handbag, but my sanity saved me on time...Do all writers go in a trance when something comes up in their mind?
I hope not...

I wrote it on a plastic carry bag...*phew*
It does come handy sometimes...



I know it is not legible, so i'll decipher it for you

:: Features so sharp, blunt is the built...
Press it & tips tilt...
Ideas clack when it's put on paper...
Runs wild when ends taper..
~ A Pencil

Season’s Greetings!

There it was. Blink. Then it was not.
It stopped. No it did not.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

It came rushing.
I looked up. Felt it coming, curling down my face. Cool, reviving.
I could smell it, sense it. Something was new, changed.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

I perked up. A wicked smile formed its way.
Mischief danced in those eyes.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

I embraced the freshness. Energy reigned over.
On my toes, I tapped round n round.
Eyes closed, humming, legs waltzed.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Blushing Earth, trembling violets, rickety steps…
Soggy splashes, drenched spirits…
Arresting moments, carved memoirs…
Forgotten memories, forgiven souls…

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Clouds parted & chuckled, Lightning shrieked…
Roofs clattered, branches dripped…
Raindrops shrugged…

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Joy sprinkled, vigor whisked…
Something unsettled, then unruffled…
Serenity clamored…

P.S.: Monsoon is here and it’s the first shower.