Sailing the seas on a lyrical sloop,
visiting pensmen in a metrical loop
with alternating laughs and sighs,
I smile and realize
the sun never sets on PoetrySoup.
In every time zone, in every land,
shining on each seashore's sand,
a seashell or a nautilus
sings to amuse or slaughter us,
from a poet, awake, pen in hand.
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Baritones Sweet Tooth Get's him in trouble
with his Mezzo Soprano Lady Friend
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He flirts with the Alto not knowing she is freind to the Soprano
who is angry due to his cheating.
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24 strawberries
melted white chocolate
melted dark chocolate
pistachios crumbs
golden oreo crumbs
whipped cream fused with
coconut rum
don't omit the mascarpone
roll sugar cookie dough into 7 inch long by
2 inch wide oval end shaped cookies
bake until golden and cool.
wash and clean
dress strawberries
dip in either chocolate the tops
coat with either nut or cookie crumbs
skewer 6 alternating between white and dark chocolate
set atop oval shaped cookie
decorate with whipped cream
sprinkle coca attop
serve with coffoe
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DISSOLVED PICTURES
indistinct
unreal
postures
of
engaged
intensity
expressive
turbulent
alternating
symbols
of
nearness
in
reliable
assimulating
naturalistic
senses
clearly
recognisable
memorials
of
infinite
moods
fiery
coagulations
in mirrored
interpreted
interplay
defined
polar
essentials
provoking
attention
They never learn to let you know such move
That bail previous tool you had learn in blue
On which the best singing lullaby cleave
Because you forgot alternating view
As you leap and dance through lonely Meadows
That hold preys tight to satisfying claws
How in fear, strength bow but in grace, ink grows
Lead readiness behind practicing flaws
Days and days have gone by, in search of cure
That lingers on without hesitation
To diversify troubling cheers so pure
With many but useless accusation
God gives; virus takes, death makes us all scream
Of life to live a great beautiful dream
My clauses stating DOS/DONTS' dye
My smile' peep winking else whole laugh so wild
My fearful feet walking away instead of reversed silent arms hanging over
My cheek panting softly with dimples as a choice for lips filming tour without guide
My frown in odds speaking record conversely to gaze felicitating mime so deeper
My calls ever seen preference to beeps unnoticed much of returns
My text back from home suggesting chat paints factory waste of funs
My life-- sere melting love for convenient fantasy
My plead guilty for crown amidst apologies needed a bit
My pistol jilting for feedback alternating firing training section's celibacy
My jams too long off beat contrary to freestyles solo refrain's treat
My grace of its will did see mercy
instead faith of its peace do measure
My silence than necessary spending leisure as a substitute for words unspoken that rule treasure
My heart that will never say goodbye
But what have you plant?
I have the right to misquote
Yet I cite reasons to vote
I have been lied to
Trench got courage to still pursue
I am an African boy
Colonial empire take me a toy
That have no right to be annoy
Yet in me resides joy
I am an African guy
Whose leaders bely
Enough to separate or rely
But will never say goodbye
It is my father land
In which I made myself a brand
That can not by language disband
No storm can still its sand
I love Africa
Huge envy cum America
I love mama
One I will never sub for grammar
I like Oranges
For dice, it abridges
While collecting apple
Nothing worth my people
I love the herbs
To never perturbs
Alternating health issues
The best we choose
African; pure amigo
Imperial colonial masters' influence I outgrow
Conscious and subconscious streams,
alternating reality and dreams -
but which of them is real?
The one that is right now, I feel.
They're two sides of one coin, it seems.
I searched upstairs and downstairs, mask of fright,
repositioned machinery, turned on lights,
called my doctor and the operator,
tried passion and dispassion, meditation
and my morning crap, sang out of tune,
passed a school bus on the double yellow line.
A clock, a calendar, a ruler,
a minute and an inch. The kind of day
I never have, opens with orisons,
ends with an amen, ardor offsets humor.
I cannot locate the source of the hum
atoms alternating charges, e, i,
sharing and unsharing electrons, p.
I reck I hear (OMG!) my god.
Alliteration also allocates acceptable articulation.
Allowing admirable alphabetical allotments.
Activating appropriate acceptable annunciation.
Appreciating artful aspects assigning assiduous assonance.
Always alternating accurate alliterative acquisitions.
Anticipating amicable astute audience adjudication.
Acknowledging and awarding agreeable assessments.
Admiring another aspiring articulate author.
Silence is Golden
Silence is golden,
but gold is pure, bold, heavy and hot.
It glitters and radiates like the sun.
Silence is left when all the good-byes have been said,
and the tears have been patted dry.
Silence is left when the shoulder
cools after that long, last embrace.
If silence is a color, let it be rose, lavender rose,
cool, and blooming, calming, and soothing.
Be it floating, like soft cotton candy and wisps of heavenly mist.
At day’s end, the sun melts into the western sea.
In a last glimmer of hope, it sends out
a pillar of light, extending a luminous arm,
a golden, futile effort to extend its stay.
But nay, for rose lavender spreads its wings,
a savannah of soft, satin sheets
in an alternating pattern of pastels.
A panoramic display of fanning keys,
keys on a now silent, musical board.
I would never wish you an end,
but if there has to be one, I wish you silence.
Rose lavender silence,
in soft, soothing and alternating pastels.
a luc bat*
The Earth will still spin, might
not, why worry? I might not care.
You tell me I should share
the story of his fair weather
heart as if ‘twere pleather
for your gossip-starved sterling X-
followers and bowflex
lovers who become texting whores,
the kind the world deplores.
*The luc bat is a Vietnamese poetic form that means "six-eight." In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines. Luc bat poems have no set length or subject matter. Rhyme scheme: xxxxxA/xxxxxAxB/xxxxxB/xxxxxBxC/xxxxxC/xxxxxCxD/xxxxxD/xxxxxDxE and so on.
Hi January
I miss you
ah, not you
but January. I miss May,
who smiled in the flower field
to the strains of the melancholic song
that played in my head at that time.
Hi May, let's go together again to January
so I can see you again
spinning merrily
among those swings.
Hello May
You will sit again by the North Sea
catching the tide
as I loved it.
And May,
walk again in the dim lights of the old city
with your steps in those white shoes
and I with the night drizzle,
admiring you then.
And now the drizzle is falling
Missing you again
In the alternating drizzle
Listen to the wind as it sings to you
Chiming out its natural, melodious tune.
Listen to the feelings that the wind conveys
Alternating tone and pitch with its displays.
Listen to the wind thundering its rage.
In the aftermath, the wind sighs in the haze.
Listen to the wind whispering a breeze.
You can almost see it dance as it swirls with ease.
Listen to the wind duet with the sea's roar.
Hear the wind rejoice as it helps birds soar.
A force to be reckoned with with all its might.
It engages our senses and excites our sight.
Super versatility has the wind
More convincingly its power's underpinned.
The wind may cause destruction. It may bring relief.
Listen as it makes trees bow and shakes each leaf.
Like everything else, the wind has purpose and place.
The wind can break the silence in an awkward space.
Appreciate its value. Listen to the wind.
Mentally insane person or a wily wise sage?
Alternating between tackling worldly or mystical matters
Diminishing the fine line between madness and genius.
I’d like to share this as a challenge to any who would like to try, as it can be read as a RHYME in five ways: #1 - left-to-right, top-to-bottom; #2 - right-to-left, bottom-to-top; #3 - left-to-right, bottom-to-top; #4 - alternating right-to-left, then left-to-right from top-down; #5 - alternating the same way from bottom-up.
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!abeam there float
bright shiny stars
gleam and bloat
Venus with Mars
dancing forever
they are eternal
entrancing, clever
brilliant and vernal
night is yawning
voided and dark
bright day dawning
flames to spark
soon close eyes
sleep to scheme
moon with skies
blink and dream!
( This is a lullaby inspired by Eugene Field’s “Wynken, Blynken and Nod” )
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