Best Acute Poems
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
Your ancestors had built me, brick by brick, with devotion,
I withstood the sun and shower and earthquake commotion;
Your birth in me, like a little doll, gave me immense pride,
How I cherished your creeping, crawling, and dandy horse ride...!
Your sleeping, rising, walking, running, singing, and dancing,
In your reading, writing, drawing, and painting advancing;
In Your eating and drinking, dressing up and making-up,
I have taken pleasure in your bird-like nimble, quick sup...!
Your first school, first satchel, and first fancy materials,
Your graduation, first job, wedding, and such serials,
Each event of your life, O child mine, I'd been witnessing,
Never at any of your steps, you found me grimacing...!
You have grown, now, physically and psychically, much,
In health, wealth, learning, and love you now lack nothing as such;
For the sake of your dream palace, you have abandoned me,
As though a ghost, my very face you do not want to see...!
I am not, yet, frightened of my loneliness and neglect,
Though day by day, I am by winds and storms and tempest wrecked;
I just want to feel your presence within for short instants,
Lest an acute ache eats me up and ends my existence...!!!
27 May 2023
Writing Challenge - C Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
let's share what we have
some people have no filter ~
common sense ~ or shame
11/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Senryu - Humorous, Satirical or Dark Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
2nd place in the contest
Weary, sullen, mournful face,
A tale of internal disturbance tells,
Perhaps of some chronic illness,
Or of current affairs!
Dark rings around the eyes,
Malar prominence and sunken cheeks,
Malar flush of high fever,
Makes the diagnosis more clear
Clinicians! beware! pay attention!
It may be Acute consumption!
( Note:-- The first episode of
Acute consumption i.e.
Acute miliary tuberculosis may
masquerade Acute bronchitis. )
Politics season
Sans rhyme and reason
Never-ending blitz
Constant News Network
Won’t give it a rest
Traffic today
Bumper stickers’
Noted absence
Relief, not grief
Excitement
Is absent
Root against
Trump chump
Hill pill
Lose.
3/22/16
A New World Question
Now —
It must be asked— seriously —
How despised is hatred?
Hating hatred?
Who? When? Where? How?
What…to do about that? The ways
Of feeling — totally pondered — so
Considerably needed for
Actions sculpted
To fit a better, newer, whole world —
——. ———————— —————-
(c)sally young eslinger 5/17/22
Thanks be to God
Calling forth of poets
Though psyche sundered and cleft,
sans like Earth bereft of moon
with wrack and ruin
please don't ask how I am doin,
especially after natural automotive
wear and tear
found anguish brew'n,
no matter yours truly know win,
there haint no benefit in getting
fit tubby tied emotional state strewn,
yet quite impossible to shuck off,
NOT being affected aghast by loon
nut tick raging
(like an angry red bull)
growing foreboding, looming
large, and grow'n like...June
shadows of late afternoon
madly - swelling the
inside of my head
like a hot air balloon
until...my noggin
feels ready to explode
aside from such lacerating
peace of mind, I reck coon
this chap feels great and aware,
perhaps the silver lining
extant within bare
lee able to cheer
hip...hip...hip hooray,
an unconquerable drear
re: heaviness weighs
down clapping e'er
ambition to relish pickle
yar welcoming more'n a fair
weather friend, though
tis natural inclination to gear
us sin muss
elf within hermetically
sealed within hare
sized rabbit hole, a lair
only large enough
for me, though um...mare
reed man, I don't
want anybody near
just a treasure trove of
multi denominational prayer
books, no matter not
exceptionally religious
just maybe...a rare
salvation (reed deliverance as
lucky sweepstakes winner)
delivered by some
body named Alistair
relieving torturous vice grip tear
ring inside mine wear
re: soul perhaps...for a year.
The river Life is nothing but a glib tunnel,
Except for the dazzling water, it is just a disastrous canal.
Except for any untamed misery,
It would only be an adversary.
Except for an acute pied piper,
This river would be an unalike well-giver.
The fragile memories spring up in the corridor,
In which nobody can hope for the undisclosed Advisor.
It is just a storehouse of harassment,
The well-giver is just a warped embodiment.
To bid in the farewell is only a colossal audacity,
To sacrifice your psyche is nothing but a callous mendacity.
The perpetual night is the name of an idiot,
Nothing can last for an everlasting period,
Nobody can live long without their deeds,
In the end, I want to confront my haughty demeanour and its mistreatments.
This river is only a four-digit number,
It does not wait for any illusory diver.
It does not cost more than a voyage,
It is no more than a mirage.
Let us not wallow in a quixotic stupor;
Becoming their silly food-stamped serfs:-
Maudlin beings drained of all our vigor—
Doomed to old slave quarters berths.
In the sky, a brightly shining sun
is sending rays to catch someone,
but 'neath the trees I swiftly run.
Now, the hunt is taken by the moon,
but she won't snatch me very soon.
I peek from bed at that cratered goon,
who, undaunted, does then recruit
reinforcements, evil stars that shoot
twinkles at me, in hot pursuit,
but I'm laughing, oh so loud,
stars in bed, sun behind a shroud.
What's this - I'm chased by a cloud!
Everything in the heavens, high,
is after me, an important guy.
Do you know the reason why?
Cavalry chivalry;
Splendor cadillac ;
I'm sure love
For you shall;
Not to be ignored;
Beloved you are my
Beloved;
And heated bliss;
I must insist;
I 'll seal our hearts wish;
With the Velvet kiss;
Splendor a cabaret;
I love you so this day;
What a beautiful foray?
12/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
How wonderful you looked tonight
Those boots you wore were out of sight
You truly are the cat's meow
When you walked in my eyes said, "Wow!"
All woman, yes, from head to toe
A tattoo on my heart, you know?
Desire's there at every turn
And I still think about slow burn