Best Amazonian Poems
*Niafalls, the****** Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
***Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
****Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from **blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There **corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in***** ‘One Million Years B.C.’
****Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
****Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
**Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now **bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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***I have used: Personification, Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :
* Personification and Portmanteaus ** Alliteration *** Metaphor ****Simile
***** Hyperbole ******Antiope
Some of the phrases are Alliteration as well as simile and metaphor.
September 14, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Second Place Win
Designed by Device : Debbie Guzzi
Lion the mighty king
Stood shaking his mighty mane
The tiger patiently slept
Guarding his extreme right
Elusive Amazonian jaguar
Licked his paws in salute
The leopard kneeled in front
Smiling a sly smile
Black panther flashed his teeth
Glaring at the top spot
The cheetah huffed and puffed
Ready to resume the charge
The predatory gleam rose
In the caracal’s eyes
The ocelot ate its meal
Unaware of the completion
The puma jumped forth
Ready for the next round
But the best ever title
Went to my cat Prittle
I am the Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in ‘One Million Years B.C.’
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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March 15, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Eighth Place Win
Contest What Am I by PD
I have used: Personification,Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :
A Prince once met a princess, this was what he thought...
She's not used to someone this young
But at Parlour something Beautiful Sprung
Fate at it's finest.
First person I laid my eyes upon,
turned out to by my highness.
She was lovely down to earth, not to mention the spirit.
I hoped we both could feel it.
So we sat and had a drink.
Hours passed by in minutes, and I just had to think.
She had me at Toika lounge feeling like the luckiest fellow.
If she preferred an orchestra, I'd be her main cello.
Little did she know, this Princess was in the company of a Prince.
Amazonian Tiger scratched me with her caramel prints.
And he was going to show her his all.
Make her truly feel like the angel, wingless born, bet she crawled.
Wish to Be her knight in shining armor and all.
She would have all her angled covers, the second she called.
Never too soon and definitely never too late.
For a princess and prince, to come to terms with their fate.
And in fact, Alana, you bring out my best manners.
And it matters to me.
Cause in your presence I wanna be the best I can be.
Because I know that's what you deserve.
Breathtaking personality, in reality, blessed with dangerous curves.
Always had me listening, as if she had super powers.
If she was a line-up I'd wait for days and hours.
Standing there, dressed up with a smile, holding her favorite flowers.
So don't mind little old me.
Standing her with a lily.
Hope you find it cute, cause sharing this it made me laugh and I felt a bit silly.
Your Prince, Hani G.G.
Niagara, the Antiope* of Canada,
Amazonian*, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch* in ‘One Million Years B.C.’*
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze*,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries*, Mars in Pisces*.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit*,
Encircling the wooing Windsor*,
Yet the Blithe spirit of *Pelee Island.
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*Antiope is a figure from Greek mythology. She was the only Amazon
known to have married. Daughter of Ares and sister to
Melanippe and Hippolyte.
*The Amazons (Greek: ?µa???e?, Amazónes, singular ?µa???, Amazon)
are a nation of all-female warriors in Classical and Greek mythology. ...
These warrior women is said to have one or no breasts
*Scythian noblewoman, 4th century BC The women's tombs found
near Ordzhonikidze yielded several examples of war-gear for women
warriors.
Name of the actress-" One Million years B.C." name of the Hollywood movie
*Venus in Aries and Mars in Pisces (It is astrological interpretations
for beauty and Strength respectively)
*Pelee Island where three oceans meet in ONT-Canada
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Seventh Place win in:
Contest: Free Your Mind sponsored by Chris Aechtner
Niagara, the Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in ‘One Million Years B.C.’
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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Seventh Place winner in
Contest: Free jewels of the Crown
Sweet Amazon, my River Styx.
Only this time you carried me out of Hell
Into a life that’s real and true.
Shall I now approach the throne of grace
With only shame in my heart and empty hands,
Having sacrificed all that’s good and true
On the altar of other people’s ideas and opinions?
The quiet voice of spirit sings its song of love and strength
From out the Amazonian depths.
It silences the drone of lack and complacency,
The death knell of the common man.
I now drink deeply of the current of my life, my enthusiasms.
I drink deeply from my true love’s flow and majesty.
Flow gently, Sweet Amazon.
Your song is mine to sing.
Gleaming, constricting-
Swallowing Ancient worship
Anaconda creeps.
* Anacondas were once, and perhaps still are, revered and worshiped as
A God figure to Amazonian tribal natives. Anacondas are also one of the
few animals who actively seek, and ambush, human prey.
A. Green
Amazonian
rainforests relinquish life...
Gaia’s lungs expire
A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.
Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.
Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall Duquesnes,
meander through
the scented aisles,
enlisting spirits of the place
to augment flirtatious smiles.
Wedding guests accompany
a bride and groom
who set their basic blue
amidst the foil
of dappled bloom
and celebrate their day
with words they’ve learned to say.
Then from a group home crowd
a single swain steps forth
and casts his gaze on all around
and asks the god,
“O where is my Marilyn;
who took my Marilyn away?”
I cannot answer him
and the god above,
as silent as a stone,
appears to have no power--
no balloons or wedding bells
or maps to Love’s sweet bower.
When the saddened lover asks again,
"O Marilyn; who took my Marilyn away?"
she appears,
not taken, only loaned,
to trees and flowers
and charmingly atones
for all her wandering.
Standing before the door,
she smiles broadly at her lover.
I see him see her.
Our hearts soar.
To encounter you in Cleveland
as if an angel drew my steps
into the intricate re-enactment of
an Amazonian forest
A glass tank with a caption that reads,
"Long- necked South American Turtle"
After intense staring into irridescent shallows
your shape emerges as a living abstract;
a turtle-seemingly carved from an
ancient tree bough,
your long neck, the gnarled branch:
your body an elongated burl
Nearby, a sloth, in an emotion
like sleep, does a slow motion spiral
down a vine clad tree
A creature (my memory refuses to name)
like a crazed artichoke
returns in endless typewriter movements
Eyes glazed, despairing of escape
I am drawn, mesmerized back to the
tank with its oneness of stone and log,
breathing a silent prayer to wonder.
Once transformed into an angel of light
Bite into,
Having long viscous fangs that bite
Gone our the lost days of getting respect now in a daze
Perhaps this is the politically incorrect faze?
Politically Incorrect,
Zero tollerance for misinterpretation of the text,
Others create a barrage of jokes & get respect
Having abortion on demand means nothing to these big City Thugs!
Or is it just best as I plainly reflect & sweep that notion in thought under the rug?
It used to mean something to have integrity, respect & authenticity?
Still clearer heads have prevailed while some have found there's lying in a sewer...
A transformed angel that appears light yet is the one of death
I must strictly confess,
A tulip dies beneath the sod in time
Do you all remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime?
We plant seeds of regret & then call this charm!
Sound the alarm!
Gone our the days since 1988,
A cheap date a long from that of Watergate.
What a flake I mean Nixon & his lies!
Does this notion in thought come at any big enough surprise?
We have adopted the fake mentality
A notion of disrespect in brutal reality
The onslaught of death & shut gun blasts in the streets!
You want to say something yet you can't
We have cowards for politicians & innocent regret
We erect billboards with false hidden ads
We attend war zones the most children call schools,
Still this is your society & you get to do what you want
A fight to even cope
When you have that fight with the battled old spiced soap on the rope!
Gone our the days today we just froloc in a haze
Our celebrities our fake & so is our dates
Date?
Amazonian, fake women that look like men
It's best to go down to Florida & their work on your tans!
Yet we all planted our seeds in this sod of death
A hero's text reads sorry that we met
Gone our the idols we used to hold dear
Today I sheltered a tear like the indian crying in the rain
In deep pain not shelter lies dormant in anguish against
It's deepest hardened sinners quest
Perhaps were just in some violation being put through an ultimate test?
Now I'm better your so very sorry that we ever met ?
Politically Incorrect
Where as others can say whatever they feel
Perhaps I'll just have to play my one last game of Let's Make A Deal ?
- Junior piece of acephalus
go to sleep !
"If you do not do what I tell you,
I'm going to give you serious bronchitis ...!
And if I do, I'll give you a headache.
followed by migraine ...!
your face of stroke ...!
"Father, today you're a maniac,
manic-depressive...
- I do not know bucephalus, it's this virus
that circulates around ... this one of
neurasthenia...?
"What's the matter with you, have you otitis?"
- Not father, it's because of cramps ...
- Cramps, this is your sister's thing!
- It's not that father, it was something I ate ...
- Again eating ...!
-Take this stopper, go ... and go.
sleep later ... take some tsetse flies
to the bedroom you soon sleep ....
- Dad, I'm using another method.
more natural! I loose the lambs.
who are stuck in the closet and start
to count ... and you, your constipation
How do you do ...?
"Now, you little , I use a little
of poison extracted from the Amazonian toad ...
it's shot and fall ... I die instantly,
I mean sleep instantly ...!
"And poor mother, father!"
always with their anxiolytics ...
- It's your mother always with her methods
pseudo scientists, this medicine
allopathic ... with nothing!
It's this passiflora, serene, sleep well,
all natural ... Legal is your sister,
who sleeps all night only with
the hammer I put on her head ...
- Steel hammer, father ...!?
"What, nothing, rubber hammer, these
of disassembling car body ...
- Good evening, schizophrenic father!
- Good evening your diarrhea ... or better
that scientific word dysentery ... he, he, he,
I do not know... !
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I planted two black current stumps of un-remarkable descript on the packet.
An all wirery and stringy affair well dug in and enriched
I expected juicy black currents ! Vitamin packed.
I could not imagine my benefit in my second summer.
A grafted root of rasberries grew out of my blackcurrent stump
A double bonus. The other stump a full black current plant.
I had two neat bushes perfectly swaying and set on their grassy knoll
Little fruit appeared that second summer.
The third summer was different, very different.
My four square feet had turned into twenty four square feet.
My shock at the spread of these rasberries. They abound.
They spring to their perfect leaves from everywhere. So prolific.
Vast amounts of rasberies and some blackcurrents.
Red berries like beautiful rubies on view from the kitchen window.
A new living area. New life in the garden takes hold.
Thrushes of burnt brown feathers compete with me for berries.
The great tit lands but is not interested. The bull finch too.
A stray orange tabby walks the amazonian tree like bushes of my fruit bearers.
There is a draping of bird mess on the leaves now and again
but never on the friut. I carefully wash those fruits.
My uncle is old. He smokes. He heard a tale that someone said and asked :
Is it true that rasberies help prevent cancer and I say for care , Yes.
Yes, and I pick and wash them carefully. Wrap them carefully in new tin foil.
And I know I am contented at that moment that I had begun new life.
That I was helping to preserve old life. Or so I thought !
“Reality”
I am a Jaguar.
Brownish-yellow fur, patches of black markings
resembling of a rose.
I search for food
Stalking my prey behind trees, 5
But there are none.
I walked a million miles,
All for nothing.
Struggling to hunt
Bearing the brunt. 10
I am a sloth,
A sleepy sloth that is.
We are as cool as cucumbers
And as mellow as the color yellow.
Two-toed sloths 15
Three-toed sloths
We are all the same.
We hear trees crashing to the forest floor.
BAMM
BANGGG 20
BOOMMMM
It is not the same.
The same…it is not.
Our homes are destroyed,
Humans are overjoyed. 25
I am an Amazonian Tapir.
Related to horses and rhinoceros.
When young, white stripes and spots are visible,
Eventually fading overtime.
We are great swimmers. 30
Running into rivers
Away from predators.
Our habitat is shrinking.
I hear animals yelp for help.
Resources become scarce, 35
So do the others.
It is difficult.
Nature is a temple,
Representative of light, unity and purity.
Without change, we are doomed…including you. 40