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Oh! Deh dor?! Yeah you know I know much more many sentences I have spent with this from ghetto
Dreams all linked in the connection trend. I been thinkin'
Oh. What I meant to say is I've been thinking or can I...aah may I issue, I have dutifully contemplated? Mm you like that one huh? And you should know I only abbreviate words when I have the urge. It's only the proper thing to exact. Uh I make me sick sometimes! Yeah I do flaunt my SWAGGER when and or wherever I deem the situation needs devastion! Ah! It might require a specific matter. Ah! Naw stop that chatter! Scatter! Us this ghetto proper? WHO WILL HAVE THE NERVE. THE AUDACITY TO try and CORRECT ME?! I SAY it CORRECTLY aand then instantly
You might shout it on a golf course,
It’s the number of digits in my pin,
In Chinese it’s death but let us not show remorse
Because it’s also the code to let angels in.
America’s July signifies the way
Add a zero and it’s ruby by definition,
Add ‘teen’ and it’s Valentine’s Day
but it’s considered unlucky by superstition.
It has the same number of quarters as its name,
It’s used to abbreviate a word.
Count the seasons in this poetry game
It’s not a half, a fifth and most certainly not a third.
It connects the mind, body and spirit,
Is derived from the meaning of creation,
With this many eyes you won’t see it
‘Guessed this number?’ I ask with hope but trepidation.
What’s In A Number Poetry Contest
6th February 2020
Sponsor: Juliet Ligon
Animal Farm
The youth of today; the ‘avant-garde’ of new lingo, lost words
‘Ennui’ of wisdom, with a blatant ‘cacophony’ of disrespect
‘Carte blanche’ entitlements pave a highway to absurdity
What once was ‘anomaly’, has become, a ‘bona fide’ threat
The ‘élan’ of our youth, self-absorbed with the screen
Their windows to the world encumbered only by a charge
The character constraints abbreviate a slang stream
As an Orwellian ‘déjà vu’, eighty-four is not far
But these ‘dilettantes” of tech, with an emoji style speak
Will never, understand; the ‘baroque’ of a poem, makes you weak
Contest: 10 Words, 10 Lines 2
Sponsor: Silent One
1/17/2018
Required Words:
-Anomaly
-Avant-garde
-Baroque
-Bona fide
-Cacophony
-Carte blanche
-Déjà vu
-Dilettante
-Élan
-Ennui
An entity that has the power to mold, destroy, or even create,
However, one cannot even abbreviate
Or even constructively deviate
From the definition of it's true meaning
A purpose for cleaning
Any thoughts that are cruel and demeaning
It's existence is very clear
Can't be broken down, for it it pure
With only messages to encourage or endear
Love just is...
Tormented by the apathetic clock
How slow 336 hours struck by
The urge to see you crept through my veins
Like a disease that had no symptoms
The relief set in as classes dispersed
Unfolded sheets called out in the distance
For sleep seemed to abbreviate the days
And dreams prolonged your memory
A glance at the photograph of summertime romance
Brought fire to a still-beating heart
She left in a hurry to endure the unknown;
A word left to none
An hour and a half of shaky hands and staggering turns
Bleeding lips and battered nails
Feeling despondent, I yearned to turn back
Nothing but thought that you may not be home
My eyes peered over to the passenger seat
Memories resurfaced through my lack of restraint
As the GPS repeated take exit three for the second time,
I let out a sigh with faint sanity
The indifferent clock, now benign
Stopped as I told him to come to his porch
And there he was, just as he was the last time
And there I was, all along.
O.K., let’s see where you are with your math,
Which areas do we need to work through.
Algebra, space, number, or measurement,
Which topic do you need to review?
Today, algebra, a fantastically obtuse idea,
Instead of numbers, use letters, counting the ABC’s.
By the end of this tutorial you’ll love these letters,
Counting everything with ease.
Words like simplify, expand, and collect like terms,
Will become your new second diction.
Don’t use these letters like in tedious essays,
Nor like when expressing your poetic fiction.
Algebra strives to abbreviate everything,
Every single concept’s to be generalized.
It establishes an effective working formula,
Making it all neat, sleek, tidy, and stylized.
But don’t ask me who uses this at work,
Laborers, builders or for financial investments.
Just make sure you use it next Monday morning,
When you’re sitting your math exam assessments.
the happy state, ignoring to flucuate,
the quick fix-it mentality to abbreviate,
in busyness cannot stop,
to take the time to sit down and talk,
with rushed assumptions, turning backs,
wow, ain't nobody got time for that?,
confined in mime, still standing in line,
the comfort of conformity in the song that's chimed,
would you move if it meant to step out of line?,
to prevent yourself from being paralzed?
It's so mundane,
To follow this world so insane.
The longevity of this generation,
So precocious yet filled with agitation.
No compassion.
Only compromise.
With subtle superficial lobbyist,
Enhancing their look of integrity.
If only someone could overcome their
adversity.
And fight the pretentious villains.
To spring spontaneity upon them.
And end their rancorous way.
One day all the disdain will wash away.
Intrepid novices,
Prudent with the ability of empathy.
While all of this is just a hypothesis,
I believe jubilation is in reach.
I think you should know,
One day I'll abbreviate this speech.
I know it's hard... for you to turn the
page, especially when you don't
want this chapter to end it's more
love than hate, you can't do what
you undid the present is here and
that means that the past was late no
need for me to spell it out or
abbreviate, no resuscitation just
elevation, let it elevate you priorities
comes first and she don't even have
a clue, so...what do you do when the
one you love and you are on
different paths, that leads to a home
divided y'all do the math, step up to
the mound like a pitcher a man
putting his kids first now that's a true
religion so if she can't understand
that I don't know what to tell you,
except how you gonna cross the
finish line together when y'all on
different levels
So proud of our lives
the way we have handled ourselves
sometimes in the face of rejection
that will
only abbreviate our lives
We have stood strong
walked the talk and survived the daily rigors what life throws at us
even from awkward corners
tossed to us
do we spring back like a coiled serpent
to shed another skin
We know one day we will rest
we know that day will surely come
and the sky will lose it's stars
as they emerge illuminated in our eyes
drawing a line across what has been
and what will be.
I am urging those of kindred spirit
to value life that has been so graciously given to you
and treasure it's moments
like a multi faceted jewel
that reflects prisms
that act as an allegory to our lives.
Do Not Abbreviate
Do not abbreviate your love for me 'cause you are tired
Let it develop enduring root in your hatred,
Do not sieve my affection, it is only just
Let it overwhelm you with a deluge of disgust,
Hungrily, you embezzled my love for you
But i truly relish your physical relief,
Like the Mediterranean, the tide swallowed
And lapped off the luscious cliff,
Transformed the Gibralter into a cave hollowed
And like the storm, eroded soaring blue peaks
And plateau to weathered Grand Canyon,
I have embraced the beloved with holy kisses
And the throaty phlegm keep recurring in excess,
O! Father, bless me and let there be,
Always a lot of eye-sights,
For you have anointed me the apostle of feminine access,
Therefore i will continue to recite
The catechisms of several beloved faces.
Do not abbreviate your love for me 'cause you are tired
Let it develop enduring root in your hatred,
Do not sieve my affection, it is only just
Let it overwhelm you with a deluge of disgust,
How do I write about
this journey...this climb
...These emotions that run
so high...
The need to escape...to reveal
the once hidden...
From girl to woman...
I stand and applaud the inner
child...
Abbreviate her journey...
transition with a tenacious smile...
She has created this world...
and received an insight to suffer
no more...
like an everlasting fragrance of a once
adorned yet tortured rose...
she stands ever vigilant...
breathes this fragrance without
recourse...
her soft beauty mere typifies
the struggle others imposed...
I stand and applaud the inner child
for she chose to feel and grow...