I dare you to write a poem using 59 words exactly, not including the title.
It must include the following four (4) words: butting, adventurous, intuit, boldness.
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My Heart Trembled Delightfully to Explore!
Though my spirit sought an adventurous scheme—
One whereby nature could more-or-less explore—
The boldness of this here livid dream—
Came head—butting, rocking— knocking down my door!
Truly! Had it been a gust of wind or flurry!
But instead, was slamming—
Faster— than the speed of light— hurry
Intuit, intuitively— prophetically— ominously
My heart trembled delightfully to explore!
Bad Poetry
My ink traverses the page
in wishy-washy strokes
of meandering curlicues
and needless punctuation marks,
lacking an adventurous spirit
or boldness in meaning,
contradicting phrases
butting against one another,
nonsensical verses
that call for the craft
of poets more gifted in poesy,
able to intuit what to write,
not just force the words into lines
that merely resemble poetry.
Having a Daughter Changes Things
My adventurous childhood was controlled by my parents.
My adolescence by uncertainty.
I lacked a boldness with girls.
No intuit understanding.
I worried about the first kiss.
Then about my first time.
Girls were something to conquer.
To take their virginity
Bragging rights
You were butting societal expectations if you didn’t.
Can we change?
It is time we did.
Variant Omega
We were adventurous, but our boldness led
To killing our hosts.
That turned out NOT to be
A winning strategy,
We should’ve been able to intuit.
At first, we needed their vaccines,
you know,
To mutate,
butting up for the long haul.
A few more variants, then we’re free,
You’re ours, we’re taking over,
we are the final variant.
Percythe Goat.
Percy with his nobbly
Knees,
Had become to adventurous
Butting the washing line,
With his boldnes at Spring Meadow
Farm.
When Merlie the prize bull
Approached Spring Meadow,
Percy became intuiit in his
Manner,
Understanding it was now
Leaving time.
Rather than stay to fight.
His roamimg days of carrying
The washing away,
to the muddy ditch were gone.
For the cautious
Figure it out, guess it, be experimental, intuit,
not only the adventurous have the wherewithal to do it.
They may have the boldness and courage to get through it;
the cautious and the careful may sometimes eschew it
but iffing and butting is just how they construe it
before they begin, sleeves rolled up, to hustle and pursue it.
Whirled
I'm butting my head against invisible walls.
My adventurous soul wants to wander and roam.
I can't intuit where peace is found, peace can't find a home.
My boldness wanes, but I'm brave and strong.
What am I doing wrong ?
The invisible world lays invisible traps,
and when one climbs out,
the whole world claps.
Clap for me, world.
The Adventurous Accountant
butting ay begins yet
our boldness smell adventurous
to intuit and live!