Vaporous Rhymes
Nightfall unbalanced
Dance around a ceremony fire
Thorns cursed vaporous
Body dieth slumber
Death-note written
Alacrity descends
Consciousness unbound
Screams below halted no sound
Graves unsettling
Life soon ending
Bomb fires burning
Sacrifices, unforgiving
Buried with the dead
Emptiness is limitless
Rendered to the darkness
Sins unhinged
Tormented below
Name erased from the books
Categories:
alacrity, poems,
Form: Rhyme
At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole
Categories:
alacrity, funny, humor, language, words,
Form: Verse
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
Categories:
alacrity, age, allusion, celebrity, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
What is the past tense of Quit?
a. Quitted
b. Quitten
c. Quitude
d. Quittined
e. None of the above
Which of the following is the correct meaning of Alacrity
a. Stubborn, unwilling
b. Alarming, Surprising
c. Mediocrity
d. Eagerness
e. None of the above
What word in the English language is always spelled incorrectly
a. Accommodate
b. Wednesday
c. Necessary
d. Fuchsia
e. None of the above
How would you rate this test
a. It was a great test
b. It was an enjoyable experience
c. It was a very easy test
d. This test deserves a 10
e. All of the above
2-1-2023
The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
alacrity, literature,
Form: List
Heaven
By Michelle Morris
13/08/2022
What heaven is this silence
Such solace from the world
No one's energy clouding
Everything that I behold
And all that I sense and feel
Is such beauty in its clarity
Loving all these moments
With such wonderful alacrity
What heaven on this Earth
What joy and happiness
I can feel the angelic tingles
Of my soul living its best
And all that I know and love
Is with me in this time
Linked by our silver threads
And our soul connections divine
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Categories:
alacrity, angel, blessing, faith, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
Whoever is alert
Seeks to some point assert.
Your thoughts need not round cruise
Or a search start for clues...
He's a security,
Safety—Priority,
For prized alacrity,
Help to authority,
Eyes on obscurity;
Life has no parity:
Whoever is alert
Can fat danger avert,
Swoop on a crazed pervert,
To The Right him revert;
Prowlers picking their names,
Crooks beating in their games
On even days gone grey,
Lens swinging either way...
Though the worst still emerge
And us ready for dirge!
Categories:
alacrity, care, community, fear, people,
Form: Rhyme
Salubrious salutations, new age
gradually old made voyage,
Living was perfunctory and now it’s stale,
Can the memory sway?
You yelled but no one heard,
Maybe tide was chatty with time
and now you are here, no quarter to hide;
Speed of time is high then it flies.
Many have come and gone but, all is saved to the core,
Not by alacrity that one lives, but by the almighty;
In the earliest times, the past began,
lessons taught through the odds.
Yesteryears were better, but not for the years after;
Hay have made its way today; can the sun shine then?
Old was new so is new; what is anew?
You kept your call, known was it,
step by step, the old fumbled in whole pit.
There is “do” so is “redo,” make your staying perpetuate gusto;
Everything has two sides: old and new, far and near, cry and laugh,
good and bad, greeting and farewell;
That which is good is sweet, and that which is sour is bad.
If moments leave scars,
will your past glitter?
As you stay, do ring the grotesque bell;
Your days shall be well.
Categories:
alacrity, absence, age, blessing, courage,
Form: Lyric
I went to a city,
With many alacrity,
Some with anxiety,
Some with curosity.
I learnt a lot,
With a slot,
I planted a pot
And put a dot.
Categories:
alacrity, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Couplet
A FRIEND KNOWS
DEDICALTED: TO CHANTELLE COOKE
A friend knows what you need
Like a bird with omniscient seeds.
She is your sun and moon
With a heart shaped spoon.
So happy to fill any need,
Yes and will do it today with speed.
With alacrity and a smile,
A friend goes miles and miles!
She does not walk out of your life,
Like a forgetful wife!
A true friend is not a sometimes thing.
She makes your heart just sing!
Categories:
alacrity, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Everybody talks about love
People glorify love with attributes
They say love is this , love is that
We all hide the truth!!
Love is always like the body lying in state
Nobody wants to further soil the clay
Love is selfish
And that selfish love is what we all crave
We want others hurt to feel loved by that fave
We say love is beautiful
And nobody wants to admit love is wicked
But that wicked love is what we so desire
We sometimes kill if that's what our hearts require
We say love is Trustworthy
But love is deceitful
And that deceitful love is what we hold on to with alacrity
We all spew and consume lies for emotions' security
Love is flawed
Love is rogue
But Hey,
Love shouldn't be perfect , it just needs guidance
Love's priority must focus on humanity
Commitment of Love to humanity takes care of its (love) excesses
love is us!!!
Categories:
alacrity, beautiful, emotions, feelings, humanity,
Form: Lyric
Utopia: an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect.
~Oxford Languages
Achieving Utopia is not possible,
It exists outside the realm of Reality.
Reality is the great unstoppable,
In the end there is no amnesty.
No matter how strong the fantasy
Death holds the ultimate captaincy
To the end of our life's journey.
Utopia is a figment that ends with alacrity.
The end is inescapable, coming to us swiftly,
Without exaggeration, in the blink of an eye.
For: ''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
November 14, 2021
Categories:
alacrity, dream, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Do keep your word!
Tis you, it serves.
Your fellow man.
Does all he can.
Grow like a tree
Sing joyfully.
Space for others?
Need no mothers.
Allow for mistakes.
Give people breaks.
Acting perfect?
Has an effect.
Humility~
Integrity~
Alacrity~
Serenity~
10/24/2021
Categories:
alacrity, character,
Form: Rhyme
The single born,is like cowslip
Blooming freshly
In a winter-garden
Potent and virile aside
Waiting for watering can
To water it and avail coolly.
The single born,fled rivals away
Boon blithely in a bullion
Just as the only Navel in the quarter
Buffet his ticks stilted
Wailers remains silence
Instead of I from galore.
The single born, you're parent's gaze
Tried of them to see you smile,
Alacrity!
Always stuck you onto orthostatic
Loudly "you are vile,
Pal of shadows men and boys,
Winter -man...
The giant Astro;
Who twinkles on everyone's ego
Different that of throngs"
The single born, you're mild,
And fresh cinnamon.
Categories:
alacrity, birth, blessing,
Form: Free verse
The last place to find what you want!!
The Garden of Action is where you must hunt.
Hoping is not powerful, and it's made for runts.
You will discover nothing at all brilliant.
In the Garden of Action is your strongest steed.
Planting your seeds for your goals you must do.
Nobody is coming to do it for you.
You need purpose, alacrity and lightning speed.
Those poets in contests here, write to win!
They are not drinking lemonade, living in the wishing glade.
They planted their entries, with their pens as a spade.
They live in production and give us shining inspiration.!
5/4/2021
~2~
Categories:
alacrity, encouraging, poets,
Form: Rhyme
My alacrity in activity,
Keeps me hectic during productivity;
Acuity instructs me to produce prolific periodically.
Heuristic and ingenuity guide me to invent novelty,
And to show a seraphic smile, is my priority.
My vitality in activity,
Directs me to invest virtuosity as to attain beyond quality;
Clarity rules me to output gigantic quantity with regularity.
Charity in my civility is the gift to exist in perpetuity,
And being pacific, is my duty.
Categories:
alacrity, beautiful, blessing, business, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
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