Best Amalgamate Poems
In the days of mystic Merlin and captivating Celtic lore
The Ancient Druids danced and exuberantly did explore
The Celtic Circles of cityscapes and festive furthermore
They gathered ritually round their sacred scenic stones
Like super Stonehenge sites of zodiacal zenithal zones
Within the Galic gates of the great universal unknowns
Celebrating the Summer Solstice of Natures living law
Through cosmic energy the Druid Duir of ancient awe
Of Celtic clans with sapiential symbols of a Shangri-La
The Celtic Cross still remains within our scintillant sight
Tuatha De Danann tribes of the gods of ritualistic rite
Their stories and teachings amalgamate in a Wizards night.
May.02.2017
YGGDRASIL ME - Contest
Sponsored by: White Wolf
Illustration by same poet...
Markers on white board...
Categories:
amalgamate, destiny, mythology, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
... you really think so?
I'm flattered to say the least,
but I honestly know not
where these words originate.
Do you think inside my squishy brain
is where they congregate?
I like to think of it like an office building
where the files always fluctuate.
Sure would suck if aliens landed,
skipping the "we come in peace" spiel
and just went straight to "ANNIHILATE!".
Knew I should have martian-proofed it
when I had the chance -
why must I always procrastinate?
But perhaps I'm taking in too many
possibilities here
(like eyes when they dilate).
Are you getting tired of this rhyme yet?
Do you wish to take time to stipulate?
Consider I did you a favor
not using big friggin' words
like amalgamate.
Never say never, right?
Hope by reading this nonsense
you're not running late.
I should know better
to realize you might well have
"A very important date".
But don't mind me I'll just by typing away
with ridiculous musings.
It is my fate!
Pity not where I am
at the present state.
I'm having oodles of fun
in this land I helped create.
My deepest apologies
if it looks to you like I hibernate.
Feel free to come by anytime,
for you see, beyond this point,
there is no gate.
But for now I really must be going!
For this is about the time...
... where my imagination starts to deflate.
NOTE: Inspired by Richard Lamoureux's comment on my poem, A Kick in the Stones.
Categories:
amalgamate, humorous, imagination, writing,
Form:
Monorhyme
Bonded hands form a bridge of love,
over rivers
of romance.Steps carefully taken,
the bed begins shaking.
Breaths of relief released,fortifying loving embrace.
Face to face,magnetic lips amalgamate with alacrity.
Categories:
amalgamate, love, romance,
Form:
Quatrain
After July abdicates, august August arrives,
and the year advances, as annually agreed.
After assessing alternative alternatives and accords,
as anticipated, no other affirmative alternative is advanced.
Actually August is always an annual actuality, affably accepted
as amicable and always awaited ardently, as July avidly absconds!
Anxiously active actions advise August adherents, to atrabilious accordingly,
as days are abridged and abbreviated, around-the-clock! Slowly
as all administrations adjourn, advocates abort all agonistic argument,
as analysis of aforethought Acts are advanced, and addendums
are amicably agreed. After appropriate and amusing accolades are accepted,
all approve of appeasement, as another additional accidental adventitious
activity appears! August is always appreciated and advances, as aide-de-camps
award and authorise aristocrats and actuaries, to amalgamate advertising agencies,
although angry animosity always aggravates, angers, and aggrieves
anti-agreement antagonists! Assuaging angry aged academics and agents,
aghast at angry animosity, always attracts acrimonious atrabilious attention.
As an acknowledged antidote, an amusing anecdote is always acceptable,
as an agreeable anaesthetic appetizer, and allaying fears. An atmosphere
of aggravated argument, also assures all august, August activities are
axed and abolished abruptly, as September appropriately and advisedly appears!
Adieu, Adios, Arrivederci, Au revoir August and Amen!
Rhymer. September 1st, 2016..
Categories:
amalgamate, august,
Form:
Alliteration
It was fluid, softly palpatating
at the same rhythm as my heartbeat.
The orb was perfect in every way.
Made of polygons too small for the naked eye to see,
each one pulsing at exactly the same frequency,
at the same instant.
Capable of instantly knowing and feeling the same thought,
each one as all the rest.
To move, and shape,
and seem to take on a mind of its own,
yet always in tune with the master.
Each aligned magnetically,
their bond impervious to the
most destructive of forces.
They resist heat, pressure and corrosion,
only bending to the will of the master.
As I approached the orb
my outstretched arm penetrates it easily.
The polygons react so quickly, I feel nothing.
I can pass to the inside without so
much as a molecule of oxygen following.
Inside, the iridescent glow of anti matter brightens
as I slowly begin to amalgamate into the structure,
each molecule designed and programmed
to go to a specific place, to perform a specific task,
all functioning equally efficient, expending energy
to be replaced by the strange blue green aura
emanating from another orb, a very small one,
vibrating at multiple frequencies controlled by the loci
of their constantly changing interrupts.
Nothing seems to move except for the slight vibration
of the small orb as the frequencies shift and change
in odd behavior, producing a definite pattern of sounds.
Slowly the larger orb brightens
revealing plasmatic form and structure.
Layer upon layer, deeper and deeper,
the orb expands by the square of the exponent,
until at last sitting alone in a vast wilderness of only darkness,
I remove two small objects glowing - - -
One from each pouch located on either cheek.
As I bring them together slowly, a sudden flash of light
takes on almost a solid form.
“So, how was your day” she says, as I seated myself for supper.
Dedicated to the little boy in me.
May 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
amalgamate, fantasy, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Midnight Moon
You are the acquiescent angel of my humble heart
A megalithic mosaic gladiolus garden of amalgamate art
Oh midnight moon you illuminate my glittering gaze
Thru clustered clouds and within the Minotaur maze
My gregarious guardian of heaven, of thee I praise.
02.05.2017
Chimera World...Contest
Sponsored by... Nayda Ivette Negron
1 original poem that uses the following words: mosaic, maze, moon, guardian, garden, angel, heaven, heart, midnight and clouds. Any form is acceptable.
Categories:
amalgamate, angel, appreciation, love, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
I must refrain from
wearing a mask of depression,
Still retain joy in this deep
recession. Give America a
reason to be, but I must also
decree; that if this world goes
under, society must not
stumble.
But in a dark age of oppression,
we must rise up, and make the
difficult decisions. To keep the
world in disposition, to rise up
and recondition. In this new
world government, we must
rebuild. Reconstruct and regain
tranquility, rather then passing
new bills for these new issues
that arrived because of thee.
We must amalgamate, to
create an environment that is
suitable. For the future of the
commonwealth, retire these
decrepit values, upon which
this country was propagated.
In order for this earth to
burgeon, the earth’s population
must reconciliate. Any being,
man or women, any race
abiding within our communal
purlieus.
For these reasons I must ask
the world to not accept the
future, but instead make a
change to better it. Hopefully
society will never relapse, and
cause another fatal collapse.
Categories:
amalgamate, inspirational, peace, political, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
In all my seriousness, I feel the need for a little light relief.....................
What makes a person want to drill
and poke in peoples' mouths?
To inflict pain and suffering
then say 'just swill around'?
To see the fear in peoples'eyes,
to watch with glee as chlidren cry
as they wave their baby teeth 'goodbye',
must give them such a thrill.
That one sided conversation
(they know you can't talk back:
they've packed you full of cotton wool)
-'Oh no! Your abcess tracked!'
Your molar teeth are all decayed
(that must have been the fudge you made),
Your canine has a cavity
(that must be all the herbal tea)'
as she waves her prodding tools with glee...
No matter how much Lignocaine
they use to try and numb the pain,
the sound of all that whirring drilling,
the taste, the smell, the noise, the chair,
is not exactly thrilling.
Yet, if we're good, we must go back
to visit twice a year.
We sit with fingers crossed unseen
as we're scaled and polished,
scraped and cleaned...
We hope the dentist soon will say,
'there's nothing much to do today.
Sign this form, be on your way -
oh, by the way, do you have to pay?'...
PAY! For all this sweat and grief
as I mourn the loss of my wisdom teeth?
Amalgamate my cavities
and swish with flouride water
Around my gold caps and my crowns!
Yes, the dentist can be such a pleasure:
a memory you will always treasure;
a joy that will be hard to measure
as you remember with a sigh,
that if you'd only ventured
to choose a set of dentures,
you could've been spared financial drain
and never visited again
the dentist with her whining drill
who seems to EXTRACT such a thrill
from misery and pain!
see you in six months ..........
Categories:
amalgamate, funny,
Form:
Free verse
as you sit there
absorbing the calming rays of the morning sun
you read
and then realize how chaotic disarray is attempting to make love with harmony
in a world of insanity
while influencing your mind
during those moments in time
you interpret the “informative news”
as a need to amalgamate absurdities
with solutions for serenity
while initially resisting wishes and temptations of conformity
in your mind
during those moments in time
and then s l o w ly
you are confused by intellectual absurdities
losing clarity and sanity
and sometimes becoming a victim of hypocrisy
falling head first into the world’s quicksand of misery
which wants to swallow up your mind
during those moments in time
Categories:
amalgamate, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Americans, it's time for us to realize what we all must do
M
Animosity between us will not allow us to break through
L
G
Any divisive barriers; political and racial we misconstrue
M
As allies, let's unite for 'Old Glory,' our red white and blue
T
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November 10, 2020
Kim Rodrigues' Acrostic Play
*Amalgamate - unite or join together
Categories:
amalgamate, america, conflict, culture,
Form:
Acrostic
A rose peals amidst a gloomy fog.
The fall of rosy red peddles guided down
streams of tears, dyed red with blood.
Separated peddles wish to amalgamate again.
A naked stem full of thorns, beneath the moons loom.
A rose once crowned with a red flourishing
bulb of pulchritude. Lugubrious peddles blown
in the fierce balmy winds. Staining the air with
vibrant red notes of sadness. Spread
abroad this torn beauty, drifting in the balmy winds.
The arid autumn leaves becalm the rose
peddles and says, true beauty is the rebirth of beauty lost
Categories:
amalgamate, hope, loss, sad, red,
Form:
Free verse
To criticize a person with a crude controversy,
Is like stripping off one's clothes, in public, without mercy;
This has been, yet, a habit common in the social sphere,
Like drinking a cup of coffee or cheering in chilled beer...!
Lula da Silva, a member of the Workers' Party,
Trouncing Geraldo Alckmin, won people's support hearty;
He came to be known as the most popular president,
With wisdom and wit, he did blend his prime power advent...!
Poverty, inequality, joblessness, child labor,
Illiteracy, and infant deaths he did not favor;
Average wage morals and income modes molded and matched,
Ethos with education and health care got soon attached...!
Disputes erupted about him on and off like mushrooms,
Jailed and released as though a goat thief or burglar of brooms;
Elected president as though no speck of theft stuck him,
He was soon plagued by many corruption scandals grill grim...!
He fanned, like fuel wind, through fumes of filial fiddles,
Molded mildly and minutely, evil ethnic appeals;
Operation Car Wash exposed his treasure-hidden frauds,
He was found guilty of wads by all odds before law-gods...!
Nine-fingered (left-hand little finger lost in a mishap),
Like the Chinese cartoon rat escaped from many a trap;
Yet, when the hands of law and the divine amalgamate,
Could even a pirate great easily skate off his fate...???
21 April 2023
They say he's a loser Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
amalgamate, life, people, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Blood drips from my weary eyes
Tears weeping for the tyranny of time
Villainy rapped up in the atmosphere
Raping and seducing the innocent without fear.
The baseness of aged old women
And the iniquities of hoary men
Mingling in dirty beds dining in public places
And sleeping with gray- haired jezebels.
The ageing moments creeps slowly upon the door steps
Spewing out guilt and starving shame
Greedy guts packed with treacherous fumes
Mesmerizing the mind of innocent youths.
The authoritarian amalgamate with them
Laughing with them feasting with them
And shaking their bloody and filthy hands
Wounding hearts puncturing souls
Yet half of the story is still untold.
The music rattles on battered edges
Playing a sour disgusting tune
Gearing up for a perilous journey
Hoping that it will give them victory.
I spent the entire night in the parking lot
Crying out to my invisible God
Asking him to show his hand of mercy
And deal promptly with this vicious cruelty
I wept and prayed yet everything remained the same way.
But yesterday while driving around the block
Something magnificent happen right on the spot.
The big round moon with its glowing light shone directly through my
Windscreen and I saw a face in the brightly lit moon
It was smiling as if it was speaking directly to me
I had to keep my eyes on the road so I glanced at it for a few seconds.
And when I circled around the block
The face in the moon smiled at me again.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Categories:
amalgamate, abuse, allegory, angel, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin
dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting
state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves
riding roughshod, which repeatedly
pulsate, oscillate, and nurse qua mantra
generate breakers animate
ting my state of consciousness
incessantly inundated with said
stormy sea re: brawl mailer
daemons intent to annihilate
stealthily, jarringly,
and devastatingly annunciate
without warning a tsunami
drowning spirited lifesource,
an undesirable nihilistic thought,
I unwittingly, hatefully,
and accurately anticipate
emotional tug of war
as better angels arbitrate
struggling successfully to arrogate,
and establish erstwhile equilibrium
lest body electric will self asphyxiate
such deep seated
respiration aims to attenuate
ninety nine point nine nine nine...percent
effortlessly injecting willpower,
and survival overpowering
strength modus operandi to dominate
self destructive negative feedback loop
constantly (i.e. daily)
vying to authenticate
practiced discipline, sans shut eye
transcendent mindset to calibrate
and stymie passivity to capitulate,
where resignation writ large checkmate
ting ability to experience and consummate
spiritual ecstasy, wherefore I contemplate
the simple practice the
benefits to coordinate
setting aside absolute
value able quiet time to cultivate
blockbuster, regarding crushing
beast within that doth debilitate!
Categories:
amalgamate, assonance, good morning, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
Decreased dissension
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party
blessedly to administrate
hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series
of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,
and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.
Categories:
amalgamate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue