Her jittery tattoo jiggled as the jagged queen walked to the kitchen.
To what degree are things amiss? She asked the eccentric cook.
The barley beer is bitter, the chef replied. He was always ’n.
What is that kooky bug zapper doing in here? Queen gave him a look.
Sapphire put it in he said, affixing blame on his assistant cook.
Upon her return, Sapphire challenged his assertion and he turned yellow.
She shared her hot apple turnovers and was promoted to head cook.
Waffles are my specialty she said as they led out the disgruntled fellow.
Thy future is held within my comparing eyes
Affixing empathy, but the document remains so
Judgement shall pass as compassion cries
The future is held within my comparing eyes
Forthcoming penance, whether one lives or dies
An arduous conclusion you at once shall know
Thy future is held within my comparing eyes
Affixing empathy, but the document remains so
October 19, 2020
Title: Bite The Bullet
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24-Triolet-Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Every month, without fail, I buy your magazine,
I read it through from front to back, to see what I might glean.
I'm awed at your endeavors and your accomplishments are many.
You show readers how to keep a home and save a pretty penny.
You sew and craft, dice and bake, then deftly plant a row.
You show the way to knit and felt, and how to mix up scrumptious dough.
Yes, Martha you amaze me, your work ethic is supreme.
And creating order out of chaos is every woman's dream.
You make affixing glitter look like more than just plain fun.
You roast and toast, and yes, compost, until the job is done.
I'm sure you have your critics, though I hope that they are few.
We may buy your sheets in Macys, your pots and dishes too.
You've shown this world the domestic life and all it's meant to be.
Most of all you've given hope to plain old gals like me.
Political Solutions 2
Written: by Tom Wright
8-27-2019
Politicians seldom seek a solution,
Before affixing someone with blame.
Because solutions are seldom seen,
By political patties the same.
Politicians aren’t untouchable,
Contrary to prevailing belief.
The ballot box continues to be,
The only place to get relief.
But it seems each one elected,
Turns out worse than before.
But if that happens to be the case,
Next election show them the door.
Most solutions never come,
To politicians with panache and ease.
So quite often political cures,
Can be worse than the disease.
I am nearsighted in my misery--
Deciphered in all of those bitter symphonies
There is much to learn from the Past
But, I remain, unchanged, in my grief
There's always something deceiving my eyes...
Though, I am walking in a direction, affixing feckless perceptions
The Night has much to teach my comprehension:
But, I remain unchanged, solemnly abiding in this silence
I know of the truth in which I have heard:
But, I search, silently, for anything but solace:
The dreams, of which I have built, are unattainable
For, I am an assailant: affixing my Li(f)e to...
...Another...
First a sigh begins the sequence
Then pain impales my tender heart
My lips kissed with trembles quiver
And teardrops fall for worlds apart
Disenchanted by fallen expectations
A siege estrange's my view
Breached by every implication
Want replaced substance I once knew
Lamentation's silent scream
Stripped of dignity's stoic face
About the time when shadows cast
Lucent pangs suppressed by weakened gates
I cry...
Sequestered only by my right
For I have earned each taste of salt
Which springs from wretched ferocity of plight
Concealed in my empirical vault
Lest wiped is the dampness off my skin
By one who has no portion divvied
For I have owned each drop therein
Knowing not relief in empath's pity
Tomorrow's morn will dawn and then
This "woe -is - me" will pass
A radiant sunrise will remind me of when
Faith dwelled securely in my grasp
Gratitude shall seize my debt
Affixing credit for emancipation
For tears command that they be let
To cure the souls vexation
Therefore, yes... I CRY
:" (
One’s Lesser Twin
by Odin Roark
Everyone’s got one
The hand that uses a mitt
To catch the ball
You know
That other fingered appendage
Whose achievements
Claim to fame
Is without celebration
Save the privilege
Of wearing the wrist watch
And of course
Saving the game…occasionally
Comparison with its double
Hampers its best effort
Knowing full well
Writing
Affixing a signature
Opens many doors
Locked to the minor assistant
Yet
Hope knows reward
For in Homer’s Elysian Fields
Located on Earth’s western edge
By the stream of Okeanos
Shortcomings will find solace
Short straws
Becoming the long
Affording privilege
While the once favored
Will provide support
Dream of such moments
My lesser twin
For time rushes forward
Even as I pen this thought
And your shielding hand
Holds at bay
The cheating eyes of our school days
Now grown adult
They remain anxious
Ready to continue
Their cheating and stealing
Forget not
As our shadows eventually merge
Into the underworld
Fate’s right hand too
Will sigh its relief
No longer to carry
Expectation’s burden
The baton will have passed
To the lessor twin
Carpe Diem
MY ELEANOR
Darling, yet another day is past gone,
While we rest from the battle; losing not just one.
As the wind of pain blows round our camp,
Affixing to many hearts its bleeding stamp,
I sit, on the warm sand, gazing at the moonlight,
With thoughts glued just on you, my sunlight;
The only object that holds my sanity
In this jungle of blown absurdity.
I gladly call to mind our parting act,
Drenched in showers of the passionate art.
I long, unbridled, for your charming form –
A comfy shelter from this storm.
Till we meet again, after this dreadful tour,
This is from me to you, my lovely Eleanor.
(c) Ikenna.C.Igwe, 2012
“I hate people who lie”, she bemoaned,
While affixing her false eyelashes
And adjusting her augmented boobs
In the padded brasserie
“People just aren’t honest any more”, he cried
While eating salad off his wife’s plate
That she re-filled from the all you can eat
Salad bar that they ordered only one of
“What ever happened to telling the truth”, he asked
While mailing his tax forms
In which he claimed a charitable amount
For a gift he never gave
“Common courtesy is rare”, she quipped
While holding up four people in the express lane
With many more items
Than the sign states is allowed.
“Kids these days have no respect”, he griped
While sitting on the subway train
With women and elderly
Standing all around him.
I wonder why their complaints are all true?
Thrice a coin did flip in the air
methodology affixing this state
located Latitude: 45° 31', North Longitude: 122° 39', West
heads and tails two early settles did blare
Asa Lovejoy and Francis W. Pettygrove respectively
knew after two tosses of copper or silver piece
name of newfound Pacific Northwest settlement
would be a synonym for stout liquor crystal clear
said namesake t’would be epitomized
and accepted by former resident of Maine to win the bet fair
despite a brilliant columnar luminescent shaft
which beam of sun created a near blinding glare
guaranteeing observant native creatures
camouflaging in the verdant undergrowth shielding and attentive hare
despite sitting stock still just a hair breath near
seemingly clasping paws in the guise of a prayer
synonymous with other natural phenomena
like the indigenous fauna and flora never before seen and rare
to these newcomers settling along the confluence
of the Willamette and Columbia rivers
whose present occupants now approaching the two hundredth year!