Best Alack Poems
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Lustrous words reach across the Miles
Tugs heart strings and makes one Smile
Speaks of Love and Starry Nights
Heavenly whispers - wondrous Sights
Invites one on those moonlight Walks
Orchestras serenade - sensual Talks
Stirs up passion and Stirs up Fire
Tempts one into this game of Desire
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling – it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Churns out promises on a stream of Cyber
Zaps out words through tendrils of Fiber
Emotions on alert though ever so Fleeting
Inhabitations aside - a great way of Meeting
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
This Cyber Love - Alack - Alas
Will only break a Heart of Glass
Oh what wanton rose can feeling resist
Pricked by thorns of cyber kiss
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Fantasies of Love a foolish Delusion
Hearts on a sleeve complete Illusion
Changing intentions - twisted Perceptions
Ignore the warnings - embrace Deceptions
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Footnote:
Many a love affair has blossomed successfully from cyber friendships and cyber groups all made possible from cyber space in this hectic world of ours. I’ve seen it work and it gives new meaning to the phrase ‘love is made in heaven’.
But lonely, vulnerable people should heed their mind and heart, being wary of not falling victim to an illusion.
Music Blondie instrumental Heart of Glass
A lonesome coyote howled deep in the wood
And a MOST unwise owl somehow misunderstood
Oh, alas and alack!
She rashly hooted back
(And she hooted as hard as she possibly could)
"Who the heck heeds my howl, for god's merciful sake?
Could this perhaps be my potential life mate?"
..."Give a hoot who you hoot at
if you don't know just who 'dat
You hoot at!" screeched the owl a wee bit too late
The gossip that followed defied explanation!
Squirrels scolded scathing and righteous damnation
The eagle screamed from his peak
"Don't even show us your beak!"
(An owl with a tarred and feathered reputation)
The coyote's good name turned muddy and mucky
Rumor spread like the plague so he never got lucky
"Your character is fowl"
Hitting up on an owl?"
(Last I heard he migrated to Kentucky)
The winter has honed its attack.
“I'm freezing!” my butt shrieks alack,
as up climb the freezes
from toes passed the knees-es.
It's so cold my foreskin grew back!
12/30/18
FREE VERSE FEVER
Alas, and alack, there is a lady for whom I have formed an attraction. She has an aura about her that leaves me aching to have her in my arms. I am astounded that I have become so enamored with someone I have never met but she holds me spellbound and singing an aria of admiration yet reluctant to announce my avid desire to her. Should I let her know my feelings and be rejected it would fill me with anguish and apprehension that would not be easily abated. She has no idea of the absolute feeling of helplessness my avarice thoughts create within me knowing she can never be mine. It is absolutely astonishing that we talk with each other about activities in our life and she is unaware that she is, in actuality, the answer to all of my aspiration to make her an appealing part of my life. She is so alluring, and attractive that I lie awake at night with thoughts of her on my mind and go to sleep hoping those thoughts will cause my dreams to be awash with the authenticity of reality. Amen!
Attraction
12 January 2020
Fishy and Medusa like
moves subtle in piscean flight
Slower than darting eyes
small mammals increase your size
Shady (steak out) waiting
cold smooth incalculable expectant satiating
For Carolyn Devonshire's attack contest!!
I’m not sure if you’re real
You could just be a ghost
I speak of you
I miss you too
Yet your presence lacks a host
We call, we text, but not enough
I fear its my fault but alack
The breaking of my heart
was when you did part
Without ever looking back
You held my hand but couldn’t see
The dragging scars you made
I want for your eyes
and never realize
There’s a debt you can never repay.
You can’t fix what you’ve broken
You tore me in half
Your shallow heart
twisted mine apart
Yet I fear to these words you’ll just laugh
Once a
jolly Drongo sat on
the riverbank,
sucking Go-anna eggs
till it brought
insanity,
oh he tried a bit of
thinking,
but his mind was
just a blank,
Fourex beer he'd be
a drinking,
But the Kiwis' are
owning that
so he chewed on some
burnt Damper,
and drank some Billy
tea,
and thought about
the master,
and his obscenity,
bloody torys on a
working class
attack,
15 thousand in
Queensland got the
sack,
sacking Nurses,
Doctors, closing
bush hospitals a
fact,
advertising lies on
tv, “we're fixing
hospitals' ole
chap,”
but all two faced
tories, do agree,
a fixing debt is
bloody good for
thee,
get crippled or
sick, you'll feel
the smack,
when Medicare is
dead? and the poor
die back!
just like the first
war slaughter,
when they killed off
humanity,
march into the nice
machine guns,
are you bloody
cowardly?
but slaughter bloody
slaughter does
attract,
the monkey morons
will attack,
for any cause they
can find, it ought
to be?
and greed is taking
over, don't you see?
It will affect the
poor tory, alas &
alack?
And the fat toads
are laughing,
laughing,
sucking cigars on
the track,
“And the rich are
getting richer and
the poor a
certainty?”
so do you like any
part of that?!?
Don Johnson
........... Drongo
is dumb Aussie bird
i want to be something
i want to be original
but not “original”
i have terrible vision
i have my moms toes on the right, and my dads on the left
i am double jointed
i am see by the teacher differently in every class
from quiet as a mouse to complete smart alack
i love the idea of watercolor
but don’t like painting
my life feels like a run on sentence
But my eyes will worsen with age, originality will become an idea,
my feet wont matter,
my joints will fail,
i’ll graduate.
there will be a period at the end of my sentence;
what am i waiting for?
i don’t sleep much
i think sunrises are great
late nights are long
im emotional
i write
i draw
i act
just like everyone else
hate is a strong word,
but not as strong as loathe
(so we can use hate here)
i hate john greens characters
i hate society
i hate gender roles
i hate Instagram
i hate living in a world where
blindness and damage is a trait of beauty.
but don’t miss the point just as so many others have
i love humanity
with our freckles
and desires and tattoos
our dreams
our cliches and clichés
our pets and cameras
and music and fuzzy carpets
and sports and peoples devotion to them
i am in love with humanity
maybe one day i will be more content
with mine.
Nonce, twaffling and outgrabbish trolls,
pilgriffed and trumbled threen by doggerel.
All did amphigorous cleem to shwangle the shweeng,
and shming the shmengle without shmee.
Alas! Alack! Alloy!
Jimble! Jingle! Twimble! Twoy!
Jabberwocks and jumblies;
Trinkles and troys,
With toves and raths
In joves did cloy.
Sometimes we draw,
the card from the deck,
a pain in de rissole,
painful as heck,
fate fakes the magic,
And fatal we swoon,
prearranged so tragic
ironic the tune,
till we do our time in the sack,
no escape no going back,
till we escape from the light of the moon?
a sanity attack,
and over all too soon,
alas and bloody alack... don
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
Extractions are cheaper than fillings
But the dentist went mad with the drillings
So alas and alack
And a bucket of plaque
It cost me two quid; forty shillings!
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
Humdumpty was an analyst, a Cambridge Ph.D.,
A noted bio-atomist, whatever that might be.
Indeed, from earliest childhood it was his single aim
To analyze no matter what might enter his domain.
He analyzed his father's watch and next the neighbour's cat.
Ah! Little more was seen or heard of Felix after that.
Astounding learned pedagogues, hard pressed to keep his pace,
Humdumpty grew up daily--in knowledge if not grace.
And then at university his intellectual power
Decimated Einstein and the works of Schopenhauer.
With ease that was amazing he romped a Double First,
And yet, for all his learning, nought quenched his burning thirst.
Despite the storm, and tumult that marked his inner life,
Humdumpty found the leisure to woo--and win--a wife.
He loved her--Oh! so dearly, his idol and his joy!
Alack! How oft our dearest 'tis we ourselves destroy.
One day in stormy weather he raised his eyes above,
And posed himself the riddle: "What constitutes her love?"
One night--to angels' weeping--the dark thought seized his mind:
"By scalpel and analysis the answer I shall find."
Full soon she took a sleeping draught, and when the time was due,
He set about his gruesome task, inspired by love so true.
How tenderly, how lovingly, he cut into her heart.
With what profound emotion he set his spouse apart.
To isolate that molecule in which all love resides
He scrutinized each corpuscle, and did much else besides.
All data was computerized, and ere a while had passed,
A reasonable hypothesis was imminent at last.
How tantalizing is the truth, how far--and yet, how near!
'Twas in the corner of his eye--and then would disappear.
It dawned at last upon him, his efforts would prove vain,
Unless he somehow managed to join her up again.
Of every art that served this end he tried the whole range through.
He first tried biophysics--and his last resort was glue.
Alas, alas, Humdumpty! There is a fateful law:
Some things men set asunder no mortal can restore.
They did not need a hangman or Madame Guillotine.
Before another week had passed, he died of bitter spleen.
Now some say he's in Heaven, and others, he's in Hell.
I'm not a theologian, it's difficult to tell.
For sure, he cut his dear wife up, and who would call that right?
But was it not his quest for truth that brought about his plight?
What caused and made me try this cryptic voice
Did I or did I not have any choice
is Time so cruel to teasingly disgrace
The weaponry I choose to seal my fate
Silence is so easy to embrace and use
I could yet stay a shy reclusive muse
If not for this my desperate attempt
at words of rhymed intention
Alas Alack this stolen time
I'd saved to spend
in quiet contemplation