EGOTRIPS
bacchanals
of
indifference
dstilling
dynamics
in
intense
bellicosity
immobile
perceptions
emotions
in
simultaneous
transition
of
shifting
consciousness
amplified
intellect
so
meladramatic
moving
but
equivalent
in
the
frantic
&
the
incredible
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
bellicosity, poetry,
Form: Other
What are the world's current requisites?
Is preferable to intelligence than bellicosity.
We should stoop our heads like wind chimes,
Additionally, supplicate our Almighty God.
It doesn't matter if you approve it or not,
Ultimately, the answer is in your hands.
With a little blot, you cannot go wrong,
Regardless of what you might do.
Others will be exonerated and scrutinized,
It's almost as though they're finely rung.
Consider them as if they are pleased and jubilant,
When you stand together, you will be magnificent.
I'm aiming to lessen my rating and increase my love,
This action should be carefully examined.
Being exempt from the requirement to assign a score,
As a consequence, the path will be unambiguous.
Punters, first and foremost, notice your spirit,
In the long run, you might consume the right to see.
That every one of us will provide his fair share,
As a result, harmony will be defined by no rules.
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 24, 2022
Your Peace Message To The World Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
bellicosity, analogy, angst, bereavement, peace,
Form: Free verse
With eloquent verbosity,
and pompous grandiosity,
he'll voice his bellicosity
to show his intellect.
Devoid of any symmetry,
he'll pass it off as poetry,
but may I beg to differ,
though I mean no disrespect.
Blank verse is what he'll call it,
but no matter how you drawl it,
Mister Webster says that verse
means metric writing.
Since blank means lack of color,
I'll bet two cents to a dollar,
it's not poetry at all
that he's reciting.
Way back when I wore knickers,
there were even then traffickers
in this beat-less rhyme-less writing,
goodness knows.
But things were simpler then, you see.
We never called it poetry.
If there's no rhyme or rhythm,
it's just prose.
They say I'm no romanticist,
and surely I'm no fantasist,
but somewhat a semanticist,
who loves to turn a phrase.
I like to rhyme in meter,
and for me there's nothing neater,
than a rhyming meter-beater,
bringing back those good old days.
Categories:
bellicosity, onomatopoeia, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
No one will admit it but
Everybody does it
Some incessantly
Other occasionally
It is inherent in humanity
Contagious opining
Contagious hypocrisy
Contagious bellicosity
Contagious idiocy
We all feel it
Contagious drudgery
Contagious fear
Contagious indifference
Contagious insensitivity
Contagious disregard for humanity
We all assume it
Contagious corruption
Contagious grasping
Contagious thievery
Contagious fiddling
We all indulge in it
Contagious surfing
Contagious tweeting
Contagious uploading
Contagious networking
Contagious befriending
We like it
Contagious rhapsody
Contagious laughter
Contagious charity
Contagious loving
Contagious honesty
We sometimes don’t acknowledge it
Contagious despondency
Contagious flam
Contagious amnesia
Contagious ignorance
Contagious psychoses
Contagious misunderstanding
We are all in this together aren’t we?
Categories:
bellicosity, addiction, allegory, feelings, spoken
Form: Free verse
Take the thorns away
from roses.
Sex will never be the same.
Bring the bellicosity under
cover on the steep side.
The mountain has started cracking.
The wreckage was strewn
around in the field of croci.
Religion had hit the jagged cliff and exploded.
It was not an airborne god.
The salt water was telling
a tainted story.
Flashing the legs, the
pink panther will find an equal in
wolf. It was a political liability.
*
Sacred sex
on water trail.
Would you mind to sit
on a solid rock and
measure the strong winds
stripping the tall trees ?
Jackals were calling.
Lions are approaching.
You say it was not immoral
to commit a sin before the fire.
There is a bloody gash
on my body. I am not
able to stop iniquity.
Satish Verma
Categories:
bellicosity, art,
Form: ABC
Her constant lachrymosity
When seated juxtaposity
Brings on my predisposity
To rampant bellicosity
Categories:
bellicosity, confusion
Form: I do not know?