Best Append Poems
Her song carried out in sweetest rapture notes so pellucid
Breathe of them in listened serenity…
Her eyes show the portrait of what truly exists within
A subject of assiduous study…
Bearing witness her ears chronicle every touch of moment
Append her the whisper of ardor…
Those thoughts build stairs to the threshold of her mind
Scale its heights with pure intent…
One unsullied heart in pash heated spirit given to me freely
Held amorously it becomes my own…
I enter her arms into the gateway of tender adoration
Where I sleep safely in serenities peace…
LIFE STORY
"Who wrote dese legs?" Said Milligan in Puckoon *
He surveyed his nether limbs with distaste and dismay
While Jessica Rabbit gave protest of every 'toon' **
"I'm not really bad. It's just that I was drawn this way"
I share Milligan's discontent with legs and parts that append
As I guess do others, save those narcissistically vain
We seek to have some correction and make amend
Or at least find some creator whom we can blame
But in life's dramas do we not each play some role
Maybe having some choice of the part and in writing the script
With a character choosing a purpose, determining a goal
As we stumble through props and scenery, trap-doors tripped
Regardless of who was the author of our book
Whether lives are our own or in hands of the fates to make hay
The role we have be it hero saint or crook
Determines right now the game that we have to play
Looking to the future if given that I have a voice
In my next life if not made from mud or dregs
And I have the good fortune to make some personal choice
I will write myself a better pair of legs
Why do we presume to be so great
When we hasten so to tempt our fate
Are our souls so in need of danger
Starting thus while in the manger
Bullet proof and over ten feet tall
Flying way before we can crawl
Drawn always to a brilliant light
Oblivious to our perilous plight
We run and rage on every page
Never heeding the advice of sage
Charging headlong into the wind
Pausing briefly only to append
If this thing I could understand
Maybe my life I could amend
This longing for freedom perchance
Could this cause such a dance
Maybe we can truly be this great
If we can only redirect out fate.
The Land of Opportunity,
Came knocking at the door
Selling Strap on Wings and
Thin Golden Strings,
All things we should adore.
The Land of Opportunity,
Is an enigma from a dream.
The Land of Opportunity,
Sews on our Strap on Wings.
With deft hands and rich words,
It creates the Golden Seams.
Golden Seams append the back
To restless Strap on Wings.
It was then in the first venture,
that we began to fly.
Testing mighty Golden Wings,
That gain inordinate heights.
It is now here in this moment
That we begin to dive.
The Land of Opportunity's,
Golden Seams don't seem to last.
A vision sewed up tight,
unravels before our eyes.
The Land of Opportunity,
Now an axeman in disguise.
It has our dreams sewed up tight,
And kept far out of reach.
The Land of Opportunity,
Sad lessons it will teach.
The Golden Wings diminish,
They left us to survive.
The Land of Opportunity,
The shape shifts fabric of our lives.
It is Labor Day
I am paid not work
but what am I to do
the festive trimmings are not attached
so the perk is an useless quirk and
my boring schedule quickly fills in the gaps
as usual, my alarm sounds at 6am
the coffee maker perks at 6:15am
my rested body flings away the covers
I watch the Today show while shaving
fetch the newspaper, quickly scan the headlines
wait, I have more time my curiosity to prime
but the dog is on his normal morning schedule
so I speed to the door, his bladder to mollify
no fancy holiday breakfast awaits in the kitchen
so, on cue, I grab an egg, poach it, down some juice
my family sleeps on through the holiday mirage
my engine is in overdrive, but where to go
no parades, pageants append this vapid day
but there is no reason to stay at home either
no arriving relatives to amend the boredom
still, I have one day's free pay to spend
maybe, I'll take the car to the wash
nah, that is a weekend ritual
perhaps, I will canvas Pro Bass Shop
nah, the drive is longer than my work commute
OK, I will stay at home and be a utilitarian
I can finish trimming the bedroom shutters
but wait, I am out of that flossy white paint
and didn't my wife need the car for her
annual holiday shopping spree
I could re-mow the lawn to give it
a manicured look, but nah
to labor on Labor day is too oxymoronic
so I curl up in front of the TV
finish watching the Today show
contented with the lofty notion that
I am being paid to while away the day
The night moon bows to sheer degree
Passing through an arching tree
Branches together shape a breach
Form a portico - it to reach
A precisely finished border
Drifted in natural order
Light bulb sans elongated stem
An hourglass made to diadem
I had been waiting for hours
The night too for its fine flowers
And for the essence each distends
Natural stage the arch portends
Lilac scent and other delights
Often touch on soft breezy nights
Their creation so appeasing
Affect comfortably pleasing
Never to see I must append
When next falls’ moon makes its bend
The trees swell in each later year
Cede consent to natural veer
Never there be a midnight call
The night the moon made this grand fall
Sit out no matter what they say
Watch and smell the revered archway
Carcinoma, melanoma sick twins
Inside their innocuous hosts grin
For surface tension brings no chagrin
Another, common diagnosis will time lend
Healthy cell structures to amend
Immune systems with guile befriend
In state of denial, journey begins
Signs not to the human eye hidden
But worry has healthy mind forbidden
Asbestos, carbon dioxide, dioxin
Immune filters will certainly fend
Smoking, over eating, years of gin
Only near life's end wages will append
Per chance through pore seeps pathogen
To rally antibody troops always an antigen
Discolored figment under skin
Bright pigment from allergen
A red rash can dry with benzine
Yellowish splotch need carotene
Brownish bump harmless toxin
Black mole surely genetic origin
Benign cyst lacking needed vitamin
Purplish lesion can cure with Neosporin
Small lump only a gland that's swollen
Goiter rarely takes malignant spin
Signature
Append the seal on the opening glee
Of performance agog with clapping drums,
The cylindrical bell calling to spirituous mundi
Screaming flew about in the air;
Perched on ears
And pecked on fertile hearts,
Consider not the frightened feet
Aching at commencement,
Wind to experiment, explore and applied
The agility in acrobatic anger
Of stretching sweating flesh,
Rhythmical muscles drawn vein taut
To the last drop of dew,
Hoofs prancing, prancing and prancing!
Ejaculating on the polished wood
With a millionth impregnated marbles spread tentacles,
Atomic spermatozoa bombast the uterus
Colonized the ovary and eke out
Inside, the embryonic yokes;
Suspended by clear albumen,
Fetal poles march strength with fallopian tubes,
Cavity swallowed them into humid sac
Plush pollen grains into zygotes
Springing anew buds in May,
Conceive earthlings with several asking branches
A lot of libraries;
A particular slanted eyeball
Began rumbling belch, lightening guffaw and thundering hiccup,
Tugging at umbilical chords,
Breathe knocking placenta on the head
And efflux out of the duress,
Spectra Butterflies flagging multi-coloured limbs
Faculty spiraling, twirling and tossing on elastic trunk,
Laser flashing touches swam in oceanic atmosphere,
Eager ritual leap of the gods,
Dagger usher out from scabbard
Plunge into dimple ample
Tip oozes indigo gore,
Sources of springing magenta
Began the back and forth stabbing,
Scribbling on the whitish flesh
Ink on tones of barks, bereft,
Spat spittle connived, reed shook together
Vein drawn to bursting,
Adaptation to suit thumb and forefinger
Pour the concoction, pour on the root.
YOU SAY TOM-AAA-TO
Never ever say sorry.
No matter how put,
a meagre sorry tastes
like yesterday’s curled sandwich,
obstinately irrelevant
to any serious discourse.
Instead, play for effect;
make your mark
with the equivalent
of a six course lunch,
a gourmet spread
of words, allusions
and classical reference;
then profusely apologise
with discipline and skill.
When sitting down
on completing this task,
you may append, quite silently,
the word *******, if American,
or the much more redolent British word
arsehole, even if American !
(Challenge words : sorry taste obstinate relevant serious play lunch gourmet apologise)
Things before our sight
We did not realize true value
Shadow when realized us
Beam enters eye to continue
Say: Not salvation pitying
Loss of wings mid-day
It has become dream to flying
Is the truth, to wind?
Seagulls cordial
Beautiful roses in grove
Mothers to subsequent
Face your father always bright
Who loss of his father
Tasted bitterness of existence
He lived alone with fullness of the universe
Would offset tremulous
Way episode to append
Jilting muse with availing inspiration did wend
Barren reservoir doth futility portend
A bristling quill with no well to descend
No gratuitous frills on vapid contours suspend
Seeking with brokered shill to amend
Imploring vagabond seeking itinerant dividend
Wading through flooded channels, silty grains to append
From literary vault embezzled title apprehend
In voluminous discourse a simple aphorism distend
In ancient annals a trite fable from corroded parchments
rend
From Medieval chronicles a homily with which to contend
Out of Victorian poet's graded folio a euphemism vend
From contemporary laureates' silken threads, new yarn
spin
distend- to stretch out, to inflate
Reflection, relaxation around the bend
Long work week careening to dead end
Hard work's gratuities in rear view portend
A brief sabbatical our inflated value to pretend
Week's rat race with slower pace will amend
All unnecessary pursuits from mind rend
With less tedious chores gladly contend
Forced hand, mental strain not extend
Only pent-up energy limbs will expend
Trivial pursuits, television deserved dividend
A new book, movie, that mind's eye did recommend
A new restaurant our acquiring tastes to commend
Friends, family to hearth's door hungrily descend
Grilled burgers, hot dogs to nominal appetites append
Haute cuisine, to our genteel friends a stipend
At day's end, on creaky, front porch swing addled bodies suspend
With Nature's slower rhythms, contented minds blend
At midnight a stiff tonic still lingering cares to fend
Staggering to bed senses too dulled life to comprehend
Into deep, requiting sleep, missed week's. hours addend
Alarm clock slumbers on and rested bodies wake at ten
To a frothy cappuccino morn's hangover to promptly mend
Early Sunday Morning
By Franklin Price
10/25/2015
Early Sunday Morning
Well into the Fall
Darkness still surrounds
There is a quiet pall
Colored leaves not visible
In the darkness of the day
A light breeze moves the chilly air
The sky becomes a lighter gray
The neighborhood is stirring
Kitchen lights begin to glow
I'm not the only one awake
I heard the neighbor's rooster crow
Soon people getting ready
For the beginning of the week
Looking in the closet
For the clothing that they seek
Sunday's best should be the dress
After all it's sabbath day
Be off to church to hear the word
See what the preacher has to say
Listen closely to his sermon
Show reverence from the pew
Feel the spirit of the lord
He's always there for you
I pray your day is joyous
This further thought I now append
That health and happiness is yours
That's my wish for you my friend
You always say the nicest things
and make one feel at ease.
Your words are intended to please.
The sound of your voice sings.
Thousands of reasons to like you.
All who know you agree.
You are life’s magic mystery.
On first meeting we knew.
To know you is to love the sun
and hug the cool moon, too.
Your smile is brilliant like fresh dew.
No one receives your shun.
Stars smile on your ennoble face.
Your eyes light up the room
like a harbor from solemn gloom.
Your being full of grace.
Buds heed your call to burst in bloom,
rivers to seek the sea.
Your presence has a grand esprit
that warms an airish room.
Heads turn ‘round whenever you knock,
happy to see a friend.
My words I happily append,
in current terms - you rock!
In Church today at the dawn of morning light,
she sat in front of me
hunching over just a little to my right.
Pale, frail, mottled unfolded hands,
with hint of a slight tremor
she fingered the hymnal rising unsteadily to stand.
I watched her as she struggled with the pages
searching for the song the choir sang
with desire to sing as she had in past ages.
Age had stolen much from her
some memory, health and time
spryness and agility now remain only a blur.
Her vision bore images of youth and boundless energy
lost in the memories of a life lived well
that now waned from illness, age and generalities.
She was on the slide of time
chasing it down around the hidden corners
the twists and turns and unexpected blessings sublime.
In my ponderings I recognize the truths expressed
with close friends, loved ones and family
she was and is surrounded by what is always best.
At her side, they gently guided each and every step
patient and directing her so not to let her fall
filled with love and life, faith at its very depth.
What miraculous a goal with nothing to append
all done satisfied and close in reach,
complete achieving all at the journeys end