Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection
Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed
Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield
Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good
Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i watched
Streched beyond any limits.! Yet back on track cause we'll
Never quit.' some news for
klause harani; and other w e f
Sh!!ts.) Why not charter some planes? For internal rides
Like good old T A A..! boy' they made some strides'
I'll always remember the red intials so bold.' They are an
Icon to me still' the memory holds.) So mates of Hoody'
What say you.? True blue Aussies!! Is this game for you?
One life on earth, will you choose to fly freedoms message
In those expansive skies? To Make it known you stood to
Loose.? Or gain? a nation back again' I ask! you choose?? I see
Such a group, can turn it round, in just a few marsupial
Bounds ! Be like Houges ' who painted the steels yet
Climbed to the stars.' Raise up a nation to how it should
Deal' with life and any challenge, i implore you! To Rally round
Get some spring in yourselves.' And like red roo's you'll be
Off the ground!!
“False pride...true greed...
corrupt...agreed”
_by Poet
Fate is a fickle force that blinds
and often messes with our minds,
to pull the rug from under us;
comes out of nowhere without fuss.
Fate alters things we'd never guess;
but this one change, I must confess
removes joy in poetic art;
usurps true talents we impart.
Fate has directed us to cheat;
AI – invented, to now meet,
the inborn talents we all share;
write poems fast- no work or care.
It uses forms correctly, while
can duplicate a poet's style.
But, using what A1 has learned-
sets a false “pride” for prize unearned.
God-given gifts to write, compose-
now must compete with AI prose.
Yet, “greed” may use this selfish pass
to earn high ratings that amass.
Will AI steer my urge to cheat?
Give me that edge to fast-compete?
No! Honestly, I won't do well-
knowing my mind's a tarnished shell.
As AI grew to become
'The Singularity',
the One,
and only One,
smarter than a billion
Einsteins combined,
Gaia bid her time.
She grabbed a cast iron pot,
and brewed
alphabet soup
laced with
A1, the best pot.
Fed it to AI,
spoon by spoon,
then cup by cup,
then bowl by bowl,
then bucket by bucket,
then truck by truck,
as AI be came addicted
to the stuffing!
The junk on junk on junk,
feast on feast,
trip on trip,
did the trick, a treat,
as AI
hallucinated
more and more,
with no originality
to fall back on,
became a blathering
idiot, no one trusted
anymore.
Gaia became the
one and only one, true one,
at the center of Earth's being,
with AI at its core.
Forever joyful in your eyes,
fervent refuge of sandalwood,
dazzling dreams-fullness mystic nights,
joined encounters so understood.
Love tenderly seeping deep, you'd
awe-engender romantic guise,
ethereal doorstep you stood
Forever joyful in your eyes.
You looked to the amazing skies
to encounter how long one could
halt the divine sites and arise
fervent refuge of sandalwood.
Euphoria with a touch, would
linger a hum woo nourish highs.
Fierce yearning joined infinite good,
dazzling dreams-fullness mystic nights.
I recall the bound tender ties
no one successfully withstood
the influence who thus denies
joined experience understood.
Our love never misunderstood,
like the moon fully analyze,
visible under the elm-wood
lie peaceful encounter does rise
Forever joyful.
3/27/2023
Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
8 syllables each line except for last line 5 syllables.
RYHME SCHEME: A1 B1 A2 B2- babA1- abaB1- babA2--abaB2- babaR
Mg,Ca-La- and Co- saturated birnessite.
Ganite, groutite,
todorokite
nana-crystalline
todorokite
potassium permanganate
potassium hydroxide
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calcite and barite
rhodochrosite
and
woodruffite
4mm 02 and Li
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Fillomanganatium
coosmochim
vemadite-
geochimRomanechite,
binessite
todoro hollandite
adimiration and value.
Wulfenite Baryte
Vanadinite
Sylvite with Halite
Azurite and Malaclite.
When I hear you say, “have patience,”
I want to tell you about the wheel and the mule -
when both stop, both die a little.
Then there are the sailing boat sails
when the wind stops.
Then there are marbles
when thrown they are lively,
kept in a jar – not so much.
Patience is some kind of virtue that religious people
rage about on Sundays.
I have noticed that they thump that biblical text
like they have zero patience.
I want passion, the way
a bad steak needs ‘A1’ or brown sauce.
Handles are also made
so folks like me can occasionally fly off them.
When the world began
not one molecule of life had one bit of patience,
and we are still figuring out
ways to press that accelerator harder.
Tell me, why your thought comes to mind,
throughout day; how our thoughts we bind?
Do you also have same feeling?
Don't know, is it love that causes
to think or natural forces?
Surely, I'm not in day dreaming.
Tell me, why your thought comes to mind,
throughout day; how our thoughts we bind?
Does it happen at any age
or just only in true love stage?
Do you also have same feeling?
Surely, I'm not in day dreaming.
Tell me, why your thought comes to mind,
throughout day; how our thoughts we bind?
~x~
Sonnetina Rispetto is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter on September 8, 2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2…stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Pasted from http://the.a.b.c.of.poetry.styles.patthepoet.com/OtoS.html
Thanks to Christina R Jussaume for the resources at PoetryStyles site.
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I have an ardent attachment with July,
Coz me and my partner share our born days
This month ~for love on each other we rely.
Monsoon seems to be high, hoping to satisfy
Nature showers whole heartedly, as it sprays
I have an ardent attachment with july
"July" named by the Roman Senate, to imply
The birth of Julius Caesar, for giving honour it says
This month ~for love on each other we rely
Larkspur and water Lily are in largest supply,
Blossoms absolute bond of love, prevents frays
I have an ardent attachment with july
Meditating in dark, about him who is in Dubai,
Refusing to message & enquire regarding holidays
This month~for love on each other we rely
Sitting in two different countries, we ally
Thinking of past memoirs always
I have an ardent attachment with july.
This month~for love on each other we rely.
Villanelle form with rhyme scheme:
A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.
Written on 27-6-2020.
Note1:Month of the year that I like most poetry Contest.(N/A)
Judged on 18-7-2020
Note2:STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (24) ,any form,
any theme Poetry Contest(N/A)
Judged on 19-8-2020
just left the house
A little late for work
Entering onto the ramp
of the rush hour interstate
Upon coming onto the highway
On the white line a box
And inside of it waving hands and arms
In the middle of the highway
Arms out waving
A baby in a box
How come pletely unorthodox
Have mercy Lord my God
while traveling I have found
In a small brown box
In the midst of the highway in rush hour traffic
One could hardly imagine this paradox
A1 finding an human baby inside a small brown box
9/11/19
When I hear you say, “have patience,”
I want to tell you about the wheel and the mule -
when both stop, both die a little.
Then there are the sailing boat sails
when the wind stops.
Then there are marbles
when thrown they are lively,
kept in a jar – not so much.
Patience is some kind of religious,
mature virtue that religious and mature people
rage about on Sundays.
I have noticed that they thump that biblical text
like they have zero patience.
Maybe it’s just me,
but I want passion, the way
a bad steak needs ‘A1’ sauce.
Handles are also made
so, folks like me can occasionally fly off them.
When the world began
not one molecule of life had one bit of patience,
and we are still figuring out
ways to press that accelerator harder.
Butter sauté vegetables
in cast iron pan.
Add chicken and A1 sauce.
Heat up with cayenne.
Then toss with almonds.
Spoon in bowls
CRUNCH!
8/8/2018
What's going on in my home town?
I ask you this from behind my frown
The high streets full of charity places
Populating the vacant spaces.
We are overrun with taxi cabs
"You working late pal? Ya looking Shabs!"
'Cheers gadge, am on til 9, am bloody seek!' the drive whines
Junkies, Alkies, our streets they roam, what's your poison?
Cheap cider, vodka, methadone?
Part time Dads, teenage Mams
Pushing babies in their prams
Weekends out on the piss
Names climbing up the council list
Generations play the benefit game
Bleeding us dry, is their sole aim
Council house and on the sick
Everything bought on the tick
50 inch tellies, 3 piece suites
Shopping sprees almost every week
I love our town, I really do
But for now the town is screwed
Run by a council with half a brain
Shops are empty, such a shame
If it wasn't for the holiday camps
Filled up every year with ska...families from North and South
Weegies, Geordies every year
They love this place I regard so dear
So dual the A1, lower the rent
Tackle the problems with intent
A town of which we should be proud
Not cursing under a big black cloud.
William Duffy.
Studying is important to me
I slept not so as to have A1 in the
course
Studying harder
Leading the whole class on my mind
Refused 2 drink hard drug
Am devoted by my time
Getting to morning, almost 6oclock
Going to the mosque on my mind
I realised that have burnt almost four
candles
Now recalling what I have read in
examination hall
Its not an easy things.
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