tittering among the hollyhock blooms
two elfin men both named Mack
just seeing them chased away my glooms
I knew they always had my back
two elfin men both named Mack
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
I knew they always had my back
the joy they gave me kept me witty
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the joy they gave me kept me witty
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
the love they exuded gave me chills
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
just seeing them chased away my glooms
the love they exuded gave me chills
tittering among the hollyhock blooms
Take me out of my head with your head.
Now forgive me, but bold is my baseline.
Make no mistake I must be comfortable,
drawn in by the depth of conversation.
Now forgive me, but bold is my baseline.
I want you to taste my entire body.
Drawn in by the depth of conversation,
please take me even deeper inside.
I want you to taste my entire body,
never stopping to come up for air.
Please take me even deeper inside,
just don’t forget the way back out.
Never stopping to come up for air,
how long can you handle the pressure?
Just don’t forget the way back out,
danger smells better than protection.
How long can you handle the pressure?
Make no mistake I must be comfortable.
Danger smells better than protection,
take me out of my head with your head.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Waves dance beneath the clouds,
tossing fish that fly high in the air.
That hot storm was triggering foam
as square ripples erode the shore.
Tossing fish that fly high in the air,
so enticing yet so far out of reach.
As square ripples erode the shore
designing art with their destruction.
So enticing yet so far out of reach,
immune to the luster of seduction.
Designing art with their destruction,
a view undoubtably awe inspiring.
Immune to the luster of seduction,
all of the seagulls know better.
A view undoubtably awe inspiring,
the picture of complete disruption.
All of the seagulls know better,
that hot storm was triggering foam.
The picture of complete disruption,
waves dance beneath the clouds.
A porcelain vein under my skin,
Open burning of doll's eyes,
Girl rising to a pink end —
This just daybreak
Open burning of doll's eyes,
Black fire in her hair,
Girl rising to a pink end —
~Remember~ her shelf life, bare
Black fire in her hair,
Girl rising to a pink end,
~Remember~ her shelf life, bare —
A porcelain vein under my skin
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer;
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees.
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees;
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees;
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away,
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder,
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer.
A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods
to grow the most intimate connection.
Eldritch whispers through the trees,
let’s scare the boys with our smile.
To grow the most intimate connection,
fall upon the sword of a diamond mess.
Let’s scare the boys with our smile,
cat-calling and out of control tweaking.
Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess,
crystals just sparkle brighter broken.
Cat-calling and out of control tweaking,
this will be an hour to remember.
Crystals just sparkle brighter broken,
imperfection magnifies the prism.
This will be an hour to remember,
buckle up and get ready to ride.
Imperfection magnifies the prism,
eldritch whispers through the trees.
Buckle up and get ready to ride,
a jaunt into the mouth of feral woods.
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
It hasn’t varied since the world began.
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows:
it hasn’t varied since the world began.
To love an egotist engenders woes.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows
he is his own enduring fantasy.
To love an egotist engenders woes –
one thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
He is his own enduring fantasy:
he seeks no other: he’s both hook and bait.
One thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
Thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait!
He seeks no other. He’s both hook and bait.
He’s empty. As we say, he’s lost the plot:
thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait.
But sound, like memory, can mark the spot.
We think love lasts for ever. Clearly not.
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
The axioms we’ve lived by are forgot.
What are the privileges of a wife?
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
What are the privileges of a wife?
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
I'm dreaming of fairies
Laughing in a glade of green
Fluttering among flourishing blooms
In their hidden mystic world
Laughing in a glade of green
Magic drifts on the cool breeze
In their hidden mystic world
They do as they please
Magic drifts on the cool breeze
Fluttering among flourishing blooms
They do as they please
I'm dreaming of fairies
I simply want to be your calm days,
kiss you while you’re strawberry hunting.
Whether at the store or on the farm
there’s no harm in chasing that sugar.
Kiss you while you’re strawberry hunting,
lie in cut grass in the warm sunshine.
There’s no harm in chasing that sugar,
fly high on a berry season buzz.
Lie in cut grass in the warm sunshine,
do you taste fresh ice cream on my lips?
Fly high on a berry season buzz,
it’s been a while since it’s been this good.
Do you taste fresh ice cream on my lips?
Try not to gobble me whole relax.
It’s been a while since it’s been this good.
Let’s take the season off and unwind.
Try not to gobble me whole relax,
whether at the store or on the farm.
Let’s take the season off and unwind,
I simply want to be your calm days.
In the dog days of summer, the kids discover a decrepit house and the old man (Rentaro Mikuni) who lives there alone.
— Zac Ntim, Deadline, 4 Feb. 2025
He was an old decrepit man, was he not?
His clothes tattered; his trousers held by a knot.
Few rooms: a chair, a table and rotten cot.
He lived in an old ruined house, full of rot.
His clothes tattered; his trousers held by a knot.
He ate sparsely of some fish he sometimes bought.
He lived in an old ruined house, full of rot.
Rarely some good older soul, some meat she brought.
He ate sparsely of some fish he sometimes bought.
Winter was too cold whilst summer was too hot.
Rarely some good older soul, some meat she brought.
Children loved his stories and explained each thought.
Winter was too cold, whilst summer was too hot.
Few rooms. a chair, a table and rotten cot.
Children loved his stories he explained each thought.
He was an old decrepit man, was he not?
Placed 1
Doubt is like duct tape so rip it off,
never mind paper cuts and red welts.
You toppled off your bike as a kid,
always stood up again and rode on.
Never mind paper cuts and red welts,
wounds heal slowly as time passes by.
Always stood up again and rode on.
Why would you quit? You are older now.
Wounds heal slowly as time passes by,
that is the certainty of this world.
Why would you quit? You are older now.
The only way to move is forward.
That is the certainty of this world,
we are constantly in rotation.
The only way to move is forward.
Courage must knock out hesitation.
We are constantly in rotation,
you toppled off your bike as a kid.
Courage must knock out hesitation,
doubt is like duct tape so rip it off.
You can hear a pin drop as the car circles the neighborhood and stands still, before the loud doors open and rose petals fall, as the highly decorated grim reaper wills himself to deliver bad news.
— by poet
Memorial Day
What pin brings us to the table?
The car circled and stopped one’s heart.
The young are no longer living.
The flag was waving - red, white, blue.
The car circled, and stopped one’s heart,
Sometime after the dark caved in.
The flag was waving - red, white, blue.
Celebration comes to a halt.
Sometime, after the dark caved in,
Rigor Mortis makes time stand still.
Celebration came to a halt -
Moment the soldier breathed his last.
Rigor Mortis makes time stand still;
Strong mother’s scream and father’s faint.
Moment the soldier breathed his last,
Silence filled his usual seat.
Strong mother’s scream and father’s faint.
The young are no longer living.
Silence filled his usual seat.
What pin brings us to the table?
When a slap brings joy
A voice cries out
Newborn girl, boy
Angels in Heaven shout
A voice cries out
Happy tears flow
Angels in Heaven shout
Trumpets in Glory blow
Happy tears flow
Breast milk fed
Trumpets in Glory blow
Gentle strokes to the head
Breast milk fed
Forever to enjoy
Gentle strokes to the head
When a slap brings joy
You were gone before we noticed your light,
Glittering golden in the night skies.
Your brilliance could not stir our sight,
Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise.
Glittering golden in the night skies,
Illuminating with an already dead glow.
Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise—
Only discovered once you let go.
Illuminating with an already dead glow,
You still make an impact after all this time.
Only discovered once you let go—
We never saw you past your prime.
You still make an impact after all this time.
You were gone before we noticed your light.
We never saw you past your prime.
Your brilliance could not stir our sight.
Specific Types of Pantoum Poems
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