Best Appellations Poems
Let's dream up a fuzzy alias for CV-19
How about 'Peter Pandemic'
Amelia Bedelia-Bednemic'
or 'Ronald McDonal-demic'
Not so fuzzy-wuzzy, eh
Let's try another way --
Maybe 'Over-Polarized Systemic'
C'mon. What do you say...
Hmm. I see you don't appreciate any of these
Oh, well ~ My appellations don't grow on trees
For I’d love to GIVE you colors-
a sangria sunset, delicate crimson eventide (echoes of brilliant blue).
You are the key to my heart, s p r e a d i n g hues of affection-
Beautiful scars sowing lavender fields; my muse once sleeping is AWAKE.
Barren love is here to stay, KISMET of love; redeemer of my soul-
stay with me for eternity.
A poet’s shadow left w e e p I n g, forever rescued without fear.
Beneath the willow I seek tenderness,
your tides surface me with love- a complete life you gave with ease.
F a d e d thoughts…
drowning in the ebon sky-
for you are my greatest weakness,
my gravity inside fear-
you pull me closer, b r e a t h of gratitude,
releasing struggle.
Stardust pranced,
the sunset danced…
in God’s light.
I empty the night,
you rise the sun.
love has finally won.
Lost in your eyes, seeking forever-
July heat, Summertime splendor bestowing HOPE.
I needed to know the battlefield of my mind-
you SAVED me.
I fear not loss of wealth-
losing you would break-my-heart.
FOR I CANNOT UNLOVE YOU...
I used 46 titles from my poem list
Collaboration Of Your Titles Poetry Contest
Charles Messina
July 11, 2019
Movie Actors, Rock Stars, and Presidents
So many in my class after those appellations went
Decades later, not one of the above from my friends
Seems that the means didn't justify the ends
Marriage to alarmingly ballooning...
dramatically expanding spouse,
when adorning buttons
pop off undersized blouse
which spurs yours truly to grouse,
and ruffle mine tail feathers
while listening to Scheherazade.
Eats her weigh out of home and house
unsolicited feedback courtesy
quite doubtful, she could pose
for playboy and/or penthouse
returning explicit volley
of trailing appellations lobbed
expletive laced epithets
directed at her husband the louse
in lame retaliation deftly
sparring as he doth rouse
himself out of his vittle catatonic state
thus muenster ring cheeses crust
squeaks (me) meek Mickey Mouse.
When I did pledge troth
after courtship she would not abate
aboot two plus dozen years ago
(spoiler alert) wheezing
heterosexually straight
half heartedly accepting her
asthma wife sne...
snee...sneezing mate
even then, she exhibited
appetite for consumption
defying four foot eleven
petite size then, a score
plus quarter years ago lightweight
possessed cute figure.
Now, she eats
non stop while rocking round the clock
stationing, lumbering, burgeoning
girth casting dock
shadows analogous to
edge of night
donning humongous frock
to allow growing room
for extra buttock
vacuuming any/all
comestibles in sight
downing, emptying, gulping
refrigerator contents chock a block
nearly suctioning him,
who doth tongue in cheek mock
think apple pie, yet for
grace of dog ad hoc
anchoring spindleshanks laughingstock
skinny chicken legs (mine)
with knees that knock
worse than concentration camp victim,
(this gentile Jewish atheist gently pock
king fun without intent to rock
the casbah, nor ethnically clash
mainly innocent poetic schlock),
nonetheless chicken legs
repurposed to anchor lock
stock and barrel Matthew Scott
madly flapping wings imitating flock
of seagulls to no avail
this shabby not so chic flabby baby boomer
body, mum mama
(deceased eighteen plus years)
followed dietary strictures touted by
the late Doctor Benjamin McLane Spock,
no matter, I got hoovered
into maw of tee misses,
who instantaneously
spit out awful poppycock.
Again, she arrived another eve
That same cloudy birthday
Her blood crawling up and down
With her heartbeat rising to a countless pace
She had frowns in smiles
Embedded in a web of desires
She comes with a flag of beauty
Waving against a horny tune
To my surprise she was raw
With those helpless bossom
Tapping their ends against a spacy ground
Fleshy carved apples
Consuming my ethical appellations
And plucking my defenseless emotions
Her hair
Smiling patiently beyond adoration
And spinning along timely edges
Caresses my taste to that tune
That demonic tune casting spells on me
She waves them like wind – shaking – leaves
Licking their oily look with her ear
And bragging about her beauty with that
I cannot forget
Her spicy fingers
The painful pitchers that pound pleasure
She will scratch me
She will wound my chest
She will write smiles with those fingers on my back
The soft heavy legs
Erected just like full me
They stand in peace with gravity
They pose so flirty
That I can’t help my eyes over fine
The rump
Behind her in soaring circles
It summons a 1000 funny army
To rise beneath my arms
And stiffens my 600 veins
A night of illuminating sins
Her lips
Heavier than this piece
I will make her lips a chalice
And drink from it the wine made of her saliva
I will seal it with mine
And omega
O’ my soul’s attached demon
My friend in crafty crimes
The angel in black sheath
Feed my heart with your fluctuations
Let me ablaze your filth
Abound in me the glorious memory
Of nights in holes on tolls
So my sensational hunter
You are welcome to a night world
Rule this dark with your marks
Free my tongue to taste delight
Push me against the wall
Squeeze my neck
Pierce my back
Trade my troubles with your sin
Let us keep condemning this bed
Chain time with your skills “Rider”
Flung my fear into a righteous box
Infect my emotions
And seduce my senses
…Sensational hunter!!
Marriage to alarmingly ballooning...
dramatically expanding spouse
Eats her weigh out of home and house
unsolicited feedback courtesy
yours truly, she does grouse
quite doubtful, she could pose
for playboy and/or penthouse
returning explicit volley
of trailing appellations lobbed
expletive laced epithets
directed at her husband the louse
in lame retaliation deftly
sparring as he doth rouse
himself out of his vittle catatonic state
thus muenster ring cheeses crust
squeaks (me) meek Mickey Mouse.
When I did pledge troth
after courtship she would not abate
aboot two dozen years ago
(spoiler alert) wheezing
heterosexually straight
half heartedly accepting her
asthma wife sne...
snee...sneezing mate
even then, she exhibited
appetite for consumption
defying four foot eleven
petite size and lightweight.
Now, she eats
non stop round the clock
stationing, lumbering, burgeoning
girth casting dock
shadows analogous to
edge of night
donning humongous frock
to allow growing room
for extra buttock
vacuuming any/all
comestibles in sight
downing, emptying, gulping
refrigerator contents chock a block
nearly suctioning him,
who doth tongue in cheek mock
think apple pie, yet for
grace of dog ad hoc
anchoring spindleshanks laughingstock
skinny chicken legs (mine)
with knees that knock
worse than concentration camp victim,
(this gentile Jewish atheist gently pock
king fun without intent to rock
the casbah, nor ethnically clash
mainly innocent poetic schlock),
nonetheless chicken legs
repurposed to anchor lock
stock and barrel Matthew Scott
madly flapping wings imitating flock
of seagulls to no avail
his flabby baby boomer
body, mum mama
followed dietary strictures touted by
the late Doctor Benjamin McLane Spock,
no matter, I got hoovered
into maw of tee misses,
who instantaneously
spit out awful poppycock.
For I’d love to GIVE you colors-
a sangria sunset, delicate crimson eventide (echoes of brilliant blue).
You are the key to my heart, s p r e a d i n g hues of affection-
Beautiful scars sowing lavender fields; my muse once sleeping is AWAKE.
Original date written: July 11, 2019
Original poem name: "Appellations of Love-Poem Titles-CT"
Date composed for contest: July 18, 2019
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden