The New Year better be, don’t make me punch your nose.
If love abounds you’ll see, no need to come to blows.
An even year of highs, except reduce my size.
Tell us the honest news, don’t make our tempers rise.
The baby born on first, the parents pay their tax.
Exemptions none for them, unlucky that’s the facts.
Hosed procrastinator, follows the patterns till.
His money pit does thrive, always another bill.
The new year bells ringing, far better than the last.
2021, thank Lord when it has passed.
Don’t want to drop the ball, social anxiety.
With the crime rate rising, and notoriety.
Ring-ring sing-a-long song, roses in peak herald.
Hearken to blooms of bless, melody apparelled.
Unparalleled color, the stunning pink showers.
Angels yield ‘22, bouquet’s scented powers.
12/7/2021
Not for contest :)
Categories:
apparelled, angst, funny,
Form: Alexandrine
In yesterday of yore, tangled in solicitous love
I was once a child.
Laughter and Joy
Fairy tales and toys.
I wondered why..the sun was yellow.
Books, papers, pens and crayons.
I wondered why....the sky was blue.
Pebbles, sticks, sand and clay.
I wondered why... clouds were white.
Cookies, muffins, cakes and candy.
I wondered why... butterflies danced.
Running, Cycling, playing in courtyard.
I wondered... so many why's....
The day light kindred dramas...
The dark night film theatres..
Reality apparelled in Adventures and Action .
Wind of dreams in my heart..
Fire of fear in my mind...
I stepped into the bridge of teenage.
I could see on the other side far away
A sceptical Adult...
I just wondered why....
I could no longer throw a tantrum and cry.
2nd December, 2018
Submitted to the My Youth Poetry Contest
Sponsor Craig Cornish
Categories:
apparelled, age, candy, child, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Harbingers of Hollow
In my habitual haunting hysteria
I digress to an abandoned area
Voids of dimming dissolving glow
The hermetic harbingers of hollow
Landscapes of secluded shadow
In cathedrals of cacophony grow
A salient soul spiritually spiraled
Within perpetual rags apparelled
My ambient apocalypse of night
Demons joy to my severed sight
Within my chaotic baneful bliss
The kaleidoscope of love I miss
Lost within my secluded shadows
Sleepless in my cumbrous clothes
Living the life of non-existence
Into the path of least resistance.
First submitted Sept.07.2017
Richie Sambora When a blind man cries
June.12.2018
Hollow
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
apparelled, conflict, confusion, depression,
Form: Couplet
Harbingers of Hollow
In my habitual haunting hysteria
I digress to an abandoned area
Voids of dimming dissolving glow
The hermetic harbingers of hollow
Landscapes of secluded shadow
In cathedrals of cacophony grow
A salient soul spiritually spiraled
Within perpetual rags apparelled
My ambient apocalypse of night
Demons joy to my severed sight
Within my chaotic baneful bliss
The kaleidoscope of love I miss.
USE THESE 8 WORDS 1. HYSTERIA 2. KALEIDOSCOPE 3. PERPETUAL 4. CHAOTIC5. CACOPHONY 6. APOCALYPSE 7. SPIRALED 8. HOLLOW
Sept.07.2017
Eight-word challenge
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
apparelled, confusion, depression, loss,
Form: Couplet