Caperche

Accusations:

So many emotions are shown
with each bed of type
I turn from page to page
watching the accusations fly
so many rants to ease the pain
does it all turn into a game?
My sympathies lie with those
who speak the truth
but do I ever really know
the faces that are here on show
so mindful of this very fact
I prefer to keep my tact

Short:

Being only 4ft 10in this prompt
seems quite apt
and as I really have
no more to say I will leave it at that

Long:

Is it just me or is there anyone else
out there who really doesn’t care
for the poetry that turns into a book?
It is fine if each line is filled with
eloquent fact or grips you to the very
end!
But when it drones on mindlessly
sending
you
to
a
place
beyond
the
page
in
a
very
different
age
in
fact
beyond
intelligible
thought
to
dribble
drabble
and
far
off
wink
and
nod
zzz
zzz
oops
then you wake
yawn and shake 
try to say something kind
though you have lost your
mind
so try to click
away
only to be reminded
that you really must stay
so you wrack your brains
and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!

Applauding:

How I love those happy
clappy, clappy things
They make me want to
jump and sing if I see
them on my page
They seem to beguile me
with their smile
It always makes a write
worthwhile when they
appear and then motionless
they seem to rest

I really like to give them out
It makes me want to shout
It may cost me points but I
don’t care for I simply love to
share the wonder of their
eagerness they simply are
the best
In fact I get quite excited when
three are united, I’m sure you
must feel it too
But of course it can cause
a frown when
this happy clown simply is
not around!

Sinking:

I have to say that I always try to be honest
and fair when a comment I decide to share
but it just makes my heart sink when you
get a reply back that really stinks!
It has only happened once, but I remember
taking a great deal of time to read and interpret
every line the way it seemed to speak to me
I gave my response quite innocently
but my heart just kept on sinking when the
writer said it made him want to puke
why I have never had such a rebuke
So I decided after some time not to worry
about his tasteless rhyme
but to send his reply
sinking past the marches of time
by pressing delete
oh my it felt so
sweet!

Croaking:

Why was this word chosen?
I really have no idea
Haven’t heard any one croaking
all the time I have been here!
And if there are any frogs
about waiting for a kiss
unless they’ll turn into a Prince
think I’ll give it a miss
Not that I am totally against a
good old croaking frog
But I’m sure he’d rather kiss
another who may be sitting on a log
Oh but perhaps the croaking refers
to the sudden state of death?
In which case I would rather not
pursue that ultimate loss of breath
Dear me, I guess I may never know
if I have covered what I should
too late to worry now as I’m going
off for good!
Bye!