Ha ha..I laugh.' For you will find 'you will be outmatched.)
By just the Aussies; mind.' Hoody and Topher Antic and
Rennick, Larter, Bos,i Hobart, Brighthope Nickolic its systemic.' Clair
Woodly and Iyah.' Yes the pressure builds higher.' Also I
Am against you.' In truth you'l become a no-show Max Igan
Another one having a go.' Even the white rabbit is poking fun..' Ian Pilmer is having none.' Johnny Stapleton either none.' of your lying.' Soon
The whole world 'will awaken' and your power will be taken'
You are a cowardly bully.' Big bad and bulky.' Big brother
You are fading.' You spawn of dark pagans, society is
Breaking; now all your instigating.' Evil will be turned back on to you.' This is inevitable, and its so true.'
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Indigo ink dreams
Dripping from heart
Tattoos tongue with kinetic kiss
Green electric buzz like sip
Of fine blueberry wine so sweet
Dreamy turquoise love touch
Filling me up with red desire
On fire for your romantic antic
Sweeping me off my feet
Carrying me with ease
Of a blue breeze to deserted love island
Where tan sands caress like brown hands
White waters flow warm and toasty
Fast slow then in closing cold
Never let go of this love
For it floats like a boat
Let's be aware of children’s hide-and-seek antic
Displaying playful passenger tactic…
We keep on doing our best with our safety*-training, so fantastic
Never panicking, showing not that we’re upset and frantic…
We love our God-given duty; let’s be energetic
Every child we protect must know we’re enthusiastic.
*Proverbs 21:31 - The horse is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the LORD.
April 10, 2024
1st place, "Search That Bus (6 Lines or Less)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 4/21/2024
In caves prehistoric
Static from minds ecstatic
Lively from minds elastic
Passion from minds romantic
Impression from minds pedantic
Bizarre from minds frantic
From Cro-Magnon to Warhol’s antics
Art pleas images and not semantics.
Oh, poor Anna Creontic
Reduced to a poetic antic
Who in her prime,
Exuding rhythm and rhyme
Broke the hearts of so many
Including mine.
Therefore, I shall not disclose
The “cut of her jib” or point of her nose
And lest I be severely beaten
Unveil a heart sugar can’t sweeten
Say what you will of old Anna Creontic
As history will always inflate
The touch of her hand, the wisp of her hair
And the list of her suitors irate
Among those living and dead
It has never been said
That she didn’t excel
On dance floor or bed
Eerie
Witches
Ugly
Creepy
Freaky
Sneaky
Floating
Chanting
Cackling
Laughing
Broom sticks
Flying
Moonlight
Passing
Shadows
Waving
Witchcraft
Praying
Evil
Lethal
Hexing
People
Wilful
Wanton
Values
Rotten
Cats and
Magic
Crazy
Manic
Fear and
Panic
Wicked
Antic
Spell cast
Spoken
Lotion
Potion
Hocus
Pocus
Witchy
Slogan
17.10.23
A view is an antic of peaking surplantage,
of a particulated particular-
vantage of window dressing the addressing of
undressing, show, nark of culpability.
Causing a scene, perception slanted
with ideal synoptical instantainables processing implanted proof that is nosey and wants to know,
what it is, to see.
The reason of the poet is always the better,
Following his steps is reassuring
He sees peace in the fields of poppy or gold
He sees the horizon above the uncertain roofs,
Read the future beyond the mountains of Olympus,
He knows when he’s wrong, he’s crying
And apologizes to the saints or antic goddess
The sound of cannons makes him doubt you,
He only fights the world with books,
He believes the bees, when he shares the honey,
He thinks about, and love the world for better time.
And Pika is her gorgeous name
Just like a star of a video game
My heart rejoices as she wags her tail
Her lovely antic does not fail
She's a blend of orange and white
Just like the sunset, she's a charming delight
A lovely scene that soothes the eyes
Her glamor bests even the sunrise
Everytime she comes near me
My heart is filled with ecstasy
For, her name bears the love of my heart
Like we're together, though we're apart
I wish she'll live a longer life
Free of sorrow and mournful strife
For, to my lone heart, she brings joy
She's both my best friend and my toy
2nd
ANAGRAMMATIC Poetry Form
An anagram mantra
Gramma acting manic
Mama in a catamaran, cramming in a cigar
A martian mating in mint gin
A cat antic, grit at a rat act
Magma in a tin, anti-gamma rant
A tram cart ramming a car mart
Magi antic tracing air art
Gain magic in a grim margin
Am I an ant? A racing gnat?
I grin at rain, I’m a maniac again
Tag. I am it. ;)
"TWO SYLLABLES WENT MISSING TODAY"
Last seen with commas, running away.
The poet seems distressed and frantic
said it might be a Clerihew's antic.
Or wait, he cried, could be even worse--
hiding away in a single verse!
Or, wooed by Quintains (Sicilian)
or, in refrains (one of a million).
~What's so bad if two you happen to lose
when you have more of them to choose~
Ah, my good man, you don't understand.
They're precious as gold in a poet's hand.
Like apricot hues in ebbing sun,
and crimson's kiss to a day that's done,
they help words weave together like lace,
without them, our lines may lose their pace.
Whatever--at least they have been found--
hid in some sonnet, or was it a round?
Oh good, I can use them right away!
This might have saved my "Rondeau in Gray."
Now, if I only I could find one more,
slightly used, at the second-hand store...
October 1, 2022
Goliath stood up straight and tall
But David knew that he would fall
Goliath was stoned
And everyone groaned
His shoelace tripped him after all!
Am Frantic with Another Antic
have become frantic
there was another antic
possibly panic
Soon we shall merge
Blue moon shall witness
Kisses that bloom like roses red
planting babies in womb
Romantic antic of my groom
11/8/2021
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