Best Attenuated Poems
I awake with the question "Am I like my predecessor?"
Automated and fabricated to slave for the oppressor
I join the procession yet I am an orbate transgressor
Dissipated and attenuated with no clear successor
Then I drift into much more lofty domains
With greater rewards yet more precarious terrain
A place where answers can not quite be explained
Where the mind is confounded but the spirit ascertains
Then I shower and shave; I sigh and greet the day
Will it be my chagrin or triumph I put on display?
In my head I have a tempest, in my heart a bouquet
I must choose which one to portray, which one to obey
*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
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 :
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
an attenuated tree branch reaches out to its drowning shadow in the inert millpond
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
Oh how you tire me out my shadow
you, a deformed ghost
of the pain dwelling within my ribs…!
How you push me to hide in the dark for fear
Of you…!
When your gloomy ominous
attenuated image
chases me
or your clumsy shape
painted on my path
gets ahead of me
I feel I’m trotting
in front of you
or behind you
against my will
that you are pricking my neck
or pulling me from my nose
And if you beside me walk
I feel you are a monster lying in wait for me
about
to
rise up
on his feet
like a ghoul,
and leap
upon me
and put me
to death
All day long I tell
myself:
When my hour comes tomorrow
or after tomorrow
no doubt the angel of death will come
for me alone
and will forget you…
and you will attend my funeral
and take part in my burial
And when I am laid to rest inside the earth
and all my friends leave
you’ll linger a while above my grave
to gloat over my misfortune
and laugh out loud
then go away
Who knows whom you will accompany
after me!
to whom the bad luck will be passed!
a human like me, haunted with his premonitions
or a ferocious monster…?
(Translated from Arabic by Nizar Sartawi)
Possessed of grace
You delight & enchant
Awe-inspiring
Elephant
with your elegance
supreme sentient
For you, we hymn & marvel
at your superior intelligence
Yet, it is evident
& in direct reference
to our negligence
Our decadence
sets precedence
Our dollars fund your terrorists
Exploited elephant
beast of burden, bated
Your magnificence
Your splendor
…attenuated
Tourist degenerates
…terror
…torment
All for our arrogance
& irreverence
Our all encompassing wretchedness
To hold captive such gloriousness
To enslave your majesty
your excellence
Your nobility stolen by our hideousness
Lament
The elephant
Preacher E. Lye
He wears his white collar backwards
Piggy attenuated pagan wives’ tale
say the trigger Finger Man
has snake eyes in the back of his head
Got a gravelly-low, porcupine voice
that is cobra flatline prairie legendary
Using a lethal eighteen-wheel
hydraulic tongue roadkill,
he sermonizes with casket authority
Preacher E. Lye got one good eye,
and a black patch over his hollow socket
The last person who asked
what happened to the missing retina,
got buried
in an unmarked, dry gulch ravine pocket
Preacher E. Lye low rides
with malevolent, maverick posse power
Mister Pus Papal Evil Eye
walks double cross with uno orbital pallbearer pride ...
Hanging eulogy twine ties
from the BP church steeple belfry tower
His barrel jaw revolving lies
keep his baron territory on a fear cower
Terrified bottomless pit cries
of the weak townspeople reign hope sour
Preacher E. Lye loves to spew verbal caustic speech:
Potassium hydroxide vows
fire hot lead, full of lung roulette chambers emptied
Mister Pulpit Evil Eye, on the sulfuric snide,
preach yellow-belly worms give-it-up or die:
Collection plate extortion on the cactus side
E. coli talks with snow collar pestilent pride
Black Plague canon cloaked in blue gunsmoke attire,
Chesterfield veiled threats
got the long gun branding irons set in brimstone fire
Preacher E. Lye got one good eye,
and a black patch over his hollow socket
Bottomless pit bull preacher,
bullet lung blasting pie-in-the-sky,
got his casino hands deep in pew pockets
Lupus leper lip E. Lye
tear sow scorpion alibis,
thru his planted posse of doppelganger sons
Wil E. coyote clan cries —
dirt devils on a slithering bandito desert run
Preacher E. Lye got one good eye,
and a black patch over his hollow socket
Preacher E. Lye blows a dust tide
with malevolent, cougar bloody paw grit
Red Barren hope
flows down a cemetery canyon
White flag mope
leaves nary grave task undone
Blue metal smoke
is Preacher E. Lye’s kill clarion
Preacher E. Lye stalks the widows
with his condor one eye
Devour their body-and-soul vittles,
then bury their dead cry
Sweetness
Be at the end of the road alone
Offering myself to the stars
When it's your voice
I will love to be home
And you know me,
I'll laugh out of nervous
Energy
And you'll laugh too
And we're gonna kiss
And god will lift our chins up
And welcome us his children
The attenuated breath will flee the throat
As we escape into his night
At exactly the same moment
Before the wings cleave us apart
And we float like loose Astronauts
Into the vast otherness
And part.
The day my life changed in one moment
just one cursed moment, time betrayed
An injury they said would now never heal
a quadriplegic ,waist down you're dead.
vibrant colors blurred into onyx darkness
crippled and chained , I lay, caged in bed
in a dark ocean of helpless emptiness
sinks a heavy sack, but floats suffocated
squirmy eyes lift a burden , is it pity I see?
my warped desires , waiting to get rusted.
In sky of mind, fantasy of broken wings
adieu O snowfields, where once I danced.
adamant heart behind a ribcage pounds,
gazing windows with glossy barren eyes.
numbed screams fade in garbled speech,
in my soundproof tavern, no will to live
but tears attenuated , I slowly prepare
Bon Voyage, attuned to my wheelchair.
29th March 2020
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name The Day My Life Went Whacko
Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.
Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.
Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.
Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
Whirling by, munching away at the worn-garnet shingles, chopping trees with its transparent rope and hair-raising dynamism, and flushing your garish memories and spotless portraits down the toilet, sucking them away, fracturing and splintering your heart and soul, for they mean the world to you, they turn the lights on in your life.
Whirling by, facility and adroitness allow you to tiptoe across the stage, do fluent splits, and run the show, for you are conducting a harlequin infused performance and putting on a clinic, for your soul burns brighter, your eyes twinkle extra-scintillatingly, and your hair glows clearer than a luminescent firefly. Your twirling and twisting viciously, like a ballerina, you convey waves of happiness with your blinding smile.
Whirling by, your feelings have gone down the gutter, sank into the sticky, grungy mud, into a funereally gloomy cave infested by wolffish spiders. You are traipsing across an ice-bound lake, skating on an attenuated layer of frozen liquid, dereliction gripping you like the frost bluing your lips, for you are carelessly cracking the black ice, for you've been neglected by your closest peers and shunned by your insensitive parents, and you are just waiting to burst and fracture, for your a ticking time bomb, waiting to burst and explode, spray shrapnel around, slicing and dicing others that care deeply for you, for ending your life doesn't just close the blinds, barricade the doors, and stain the floors with blood for you, everyone who prays for your happiness also cries for your death, for a tsunami doesn't just affect the coastal city, it also affect millions of others that check the news and see the devastation that has been wrung.
Like cooperatives explicitly known
and felt,
most virtuous circle systems
love meaningful ecological theology,
a WinWin reiteratively continuous choice
grows political democratic
tit=tat resilience into multicultural perpetuity,
whether virtuous ego inside
and/or eco-habitat therapeutic outside.
Like implicit competitions,
not not corollaries make most vicious
LoseLose degenerative non-choices toward WinWin,
prejudicial leaning toward
inside ego-economic priority
over outside green theological opportunity,
continues stuck in pathological violent nihilism,
dissonant absence of resilience,
ego-inside rabid
as climate pathological revenge,
for anti-ecological LoseLose reactionary ecopolitical choices
militaristic
growing short-tempered mendaciously rabid
LeftBrain dominant expedience
Secular vicious cycles
pursue wealthy growth
to autonomously achieve fleeting desperate health,
before deficit played-out absence
of further future expiration dates
predicting Earth's pulselessness--
attenuated rootlessness
Sacred virtuous long-rooted recyclers
pursue ecotherapeutic healthy memories
of more nutritiously wealthy forests,
wild undomesticated RightBrain sacred spaces
To cooperatively achieve resiliently balanced
multicultural theology of meaning
ego-green wealth
pursuing ultra-nonviolent Tit health
for ultra-violet Tattling wealth...
Long-term cooperative virtues
absorbing short-term viciousness
EcoTherapy
absorbing EgoRabid Virality
Integrity
absorbing Dementia
Yin
absorbing Yang
Like cooperative cytosine
absorbing autonomous uracil.
Most people put their faith
in primal things
Spiritual cave dwellers,
living on the dark fringes of life
Afraid of stepping into a brighter tomorrow,
baffled by that distant light in the sky
Their understanding of the solar circle of time
is so ant finite,
they be dumb beasts feeding
on the wild grains of ignorance
When the talking apes
see futuristic passengers
walking in their midst
They ponder with puzzlement
the prophetic footprint message
left in the temporal sands of antiquity
A simple coda of omnipotent portent:
LIVE HOLY!
A celestial exhortation ...
this universal, replicating seed
imaging WORD and WORD
Father ROOT and Son BRANCH,
rising from the dirt,
was planted in the primordial garden of Paradise
In the dawn lush beginning
of a sunset fallow earth
Divine angelic harp intonation
of heavenly vocal vibrations
pluck the heartstrings of man
But the music of the cosmic spheres,
the devolving mammon mind of crouching monkeys
will never hear nor understand
The eternal star tribe of the Blessed,
amplified pulsar souls living holy
Elevated spirits they be,
perfectly quantum loving and giving
Caring supernova creatures dying godly
To the creeping mammals scurrying in darkness,
this is such a strangeness of being —
A heightened sensory existence alien to them ...
scared attenuated souls retreating
into their dark caverns of vanity
As the inevitable flank advancement
of the Perceptual Warriors increase
Bearing in their breastplates of righteousness,
this Urim and Thummim golden knowledge —
The weakness of love is the strength of infinity