Best Consist Poems
A dead star that inspired this poem--the companion of the star 55 Cancri, in the constellation of Cancer the Crab--has now shrunk to only about twice the size of earth yet is extraordinarily massive, leading astronomers to conclude that its surface and outer crust consist entirely of diamond.
In slumber now and thence to dream
of space-time’s stirred and curving sweep,
where stellar furies set agleam
the velvet thrall of endless deep.
Here among a billion suns,
solo Klieg cued nascent spark.
Ensuing life o'er an eon runs
ere treading path of torpid dark.
Adorned in crystal, its bequest—
fusion’s fire did else abate—
bejeweled then, this orb compressed,
now fields of diamonds lie and wait.
Yet perish need to search the endless skies—
diamonds sparkle here in lovely eyes.
Daylight is greeted with the horrific stench of food chunks
swimming in stomach acid, dribbling onto bed sheets.
Accompanied with the embarrassment of
brown syrup puddle stains.
Head is pounding
like a hammer - hammering nails into the skull.
Cumbersome movements drag drowsy flesh to the mirror,
as bloodshot eyes with yellow hue, glare in reflection.
Exhausted hands rub dense stubble,
as heavy eye lids struggle to stay open.
A cocktail of coffee and a cold shower
comfort this somber slumber.
Mouthwash and mints help disguise
the fragrance of yesterday's session with Bourbon.
Continuous sips of water, attempt to quench sultry thirst,
but the blandness cannot douse untamed flames.
Especially as days consist of sitting
surrounded by monotonous blank walls,
and staring at cracks on a vase -
silently watching wilted flowers crumble.
Struggling to defeat temptation from fermented demons,
summoned by cravings for that burning sensation,
the tongue cries for mercy.
Infiltrates the mind luring it to
lust for sour liquid passion
that infuses the bloodstreams.
Hands trembling, parched lips quivering -
only golden nectar can ease the pain.
No need for a glass, as bottle is devoured,
with momentary pauses of 'aaahhhhh.'
So begins the daily quest,
to suffocate every sorrow.
To feel numb upon request,
with no care for tomorrow.
Favouring fantasy over reality,
each drop kills the pain.
The bitter sweet taste is a lethal injection,
but the numbness helps to feel perfection.
In a place where nobody notices -
alcoholic symphonies lead to intoxicated sympathy.
To deal with being alone, to forget the world,
to forget the name.
Envious eyes can be a crime,
leading to jealous tendencies.
Hiding secrets can lead to becoming a victim
to a self inflicted demise.
An empty bottle leads to remorse.
Bitter sweet tears roll with shameful giggles.
Now the cracked vase looks perfect with flowers blooming.
Inebriant melodies mock the mind.
Attempting to dance, legs stumble and crash to the ground.
Laying there on the floor - laughing.
Then crying hysterically.
The heart has no desire to be sober,
only to remain intoxicated until death.
The Silent One
20 October 2017
It’s the time of the year to make a steaming hot soup
To remember some of the best in our poetry group*
When I make soup I throw in everything I have in stock
My hot poetry soup will consist of many from our flock.
I will begin with a large piece of prepared Cunningham
Into the pot, to which I’ll add broth of Balasubramanian
Next, I’ll add spices of Ellison, Allison, and Krutsinger
Cooking for awhile at a medium to hot temperature.
I toss in helpings of sweet McIntosh, Rodriguez, Canerdy,
Buehler, Weiss, Proxenos, and lots of bold Choudhury.
I let the soup come to a boil, adding Logan and Dietrich
Turning it down to simmer soon after adding Kendrick
I cover it over with Gentile, mixing in Flood and Pinet
I let it bubble gently, perhaps, for the entire day
By now, my soup has grown and I am feeling rashly
Because I failed to add in some La France and Ashley!
Uncovering, I’ll add them both to the wonderful fixings,
Quickly tossing Wolf, Jacob, and MRR into the mixings.
The “sweet smell of success” makes me break into song
For its perfectly clear with Poetry Soup, I can’t go Wong.
#39 on Top 100 Poems of the Month
Poetry Soup, November 3, 2021
written November 1, 2021
[*My sincerest apologies to the many
marvelous poets I could not fit into my soup!
Please forgive me!]
Love scale from one to ten on a barometer
is difficult to measure
A little rainfall can evaporate
The climate is changing and so does love
Real love should endure most things
Life does not just consist of sunshine days
Rain and wind, it comes and goes
Days off darkness and gloom
Lower your shoulders, love gives warmth and light
Snow and biting cold, no one likes to freeze on their toes
We will experience lightning and thunder ... even though we
prefer the sun and the heat
Respect, patience and tolerance - is love
A part of the interaction ... of the whole
We must learn to appreciate the sight of a beautiful rainbow ...
Together we are two ... this is a basic L
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14.01.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poetry Contest
"Your Interpretation of What Love Is"
Sponsored by: Bobby May
1st place in the contest
- P.O.T.W. - 20.01.2019 -
Down under continent
Down low is Australia
Australia the big island
Australia sixth largest continent
Country whose desert known as outback
Country who has the largest reef
Reef called the Great Barrier
Reef found off northeastern coast
Coast 35,877 kilometer of shoreline
Coast provides fun in the sun
Sun beats down on the desert
Sun is brightest in our winter
Winter offers some snow
Winter's are mild
Mild hop, hop of Kangaroos
Mild climbing of Koala
Koala live high in trees
Koala eat eucalypt leaves
Leaves favored blue, mansa, and swamp gum
Leaves are Koala's daily diet
Diet of Australian influenced by world
Diet consist of variety of foods
Food introduced from Ireland, Europe
Food from Italy, Greece and Asian new spices
Spices used in stir fry
Spices changed meat's taste
Taste of foods like rice, oranges, bananas
Taste of foods from all over the world
World influences shaped continent
World and Britian settled
Settled by Aborigines
Settled also by Britian
Britain sent convicts
Britian sent soldiers to New South Wales
Wales brassy, bold, stately and old
Wales sandy beaches, Jenolan Caves
Caves above ground
Caves in sea waters for adventure
Adventures in Abercrombie cave
Adventures in Tasmania
Tasmania mecca for adventure
Tasmania's mountainous terrain
Terrain for wild river raft
Terrain of sheer cliffs to climb
Climb the Great Dividing Range
Climb to new heights down under
Under sunny skies
Under skies so blue
Blue
Skies
Written: August 14, 2015
Influenced by Debbie Guzzie's contest..
First Blitz..Whoa!!
Under the ocean where King Neptune rules,
multiple species of fish form schools.
The most fantastical fish you'll ever see,
is a mermaid in her long-haired glory.
Sirens of the sea are they,
their voices one with the ocean waves.
Half human with a fish's tail,
they appear to watch the ships that sail.
Known for their beauty and seductive ways,
their lives consist of frolic and play.
Sailors beware their beckoning cries,
pouting lips and sorrowful sighs.
Don't give in to their playful allure.
You'll regret it, that's for sure.
For if you join them in the sea,
they'll keep you with them indefinitely.
They'll play with you until they tire,
then leave you to King Neptune's ire.
So if you see a mermaid fair,
Enjoy the view but do take care.
11/7/15
For Julia Ward's Fantasy Fish in a Fantasy Ocean contest.
when you left me
you took my heart too
tell me, am I alive
* This form consist of 3 lines 4 5 6, Ending with a question.
1-26-17
Alexis Y.
What Little Girls are Made of
When did you learn
you’re not good enough?
Was it when you were a girl
trying to figure out stuff?
All you wanted to be
was daddy’s little girl
Tea cup party pretty
a princess with curls
“Sugar and spice, everything nice”
but that’s not what you were made of
Fiery adventurous, a wonder born of thunder
Searching empty eyes to find his love
If only he could have seen
How your hopeful heart had pleaded
A world of “Sunshine and rainbows”
Was all that you needed
Your life didn’t consist of
“Tea parties, laces and baby doll faces”
Some might tell you you’re searching
for love in the wrong places
But the need you feel
is beyond the unspoken
What happened back then
Has left you feeling broken
So see through different eyes
a princess a queen
A girl kind and generous
who wants to be seen
You have beauty and strength
“That’s what little girls are made of”
When you find belief in yourself
you’ll be a step away from true love!
Dedicated to a friend, who I hope will discover her amazing.
For me I did not learn to love myself until I felt the love of my
Heavenly Father. It seems my earthly one wasn’t up for the task.
Note: lines in quotes are from the poem “Sugar and Spice” author: unknown
A Chip Off the Old Bukowski Block ©
i sit here on the toilet
looking at the cane by my side
when did this happen?
its pronged feet could, at any moment,
scamper into a tidal pool, so much does it
remind me of a robotic crab
my mornings now consist of pills, shuffling
to the next room to pour cereal
then work up a **** before I can
leave the house
When did this happen?
bodily functions take priority as
I can no longer trust this body not
to embarrass me in public
when did this happen?
my knees are shot to hell
my bowels rumble and twist
my arthritis tears at me with sharp little teeth
my vision is perfect, cataracts
blasted away by another robot
when did this happen?
the other day my mind went on a holiday
leaving me behind, confused and blank,
frightened
is this a harbinger of what’s to come
when did this happen?
I can’t resist a To-Do list.
In fact, I’m an enthusiast
For pads and pencils must exist
So chores are taken care of.
Such itemizing does assist
Me in my day or I’d have missed
Important tasks which might consist
Of deadlines to beware of.
Though some objections may persist,
To me, they’re easily dismissed.
Without my list, my mind would twist
In ways I would despair of.
Lovely lady you know I am a drifter
Life didn’t need to move any swifter,
So many tales over the years,
A drifters life doesn’t consist of fears.
When I told you all about my days,
I’d hoped that in so many ways,
I could take your hand and sing to you.
Caress you with my songs with a view,
You asking me not any more to wander.
And having you grow so much fonder.
That didn’t happen as I hoped it would.
My wanderlust held me as only it could.
Now I am older, my songs echo the sound.
Of perpetual wind turbines going round.
I guess a soldier of fortune I will always be.
A weary traveler, wandering aimlessly.
So many times I looked for something new,
In reality I was just wandering without you.
Days n nights were cold, you weren’t here.
Songs echoed but were no longer clear.
My heart jumped when I saw you near.
My mind played tricks you were not here.
Now I have grown old, nights still cold.
I lament as I see now my life unfold.
In reality, I just wandered without you.
The songs echo in the distance so blue.
A soldier of fortune I will always be.
If only you had agreed to lay with me.
If only you had agreed to stay with me.
Now a soldier of fortune I will always be.
The reed - his voice, “Gypsy, my darling flirt,
you dangle charms - a floral scent, my heart.
In revolution play, your cloud of skirt.”
The reed - his voice, “Gypsy, my darling flirt,
proud, I am — you pop buttons from my shirt.
O clarinet, I follow beauty’s chart.”
The reed - his voice, “Gypsy, my darling flirt,
you dangle charms - a floral scent, my heart.
In revolution play, your cloud of skirt.”
The reed - his voice, “Gypsy, my darling flirt,
proud, I am — you pop buttons from my shirt.
O clarinet, I follow beauty’s chart…
You dangle charms - a floral scent, my heart…
My voice will break, if ever we should part.”
6/15/2021
WRITE A "TRIONET" FOR ME
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
SUBMIT A TWO-STANZA poem only. The first stanza will follow the rules for a standard triolet of eight (8) lines ABaAabAB (capital letters are repeated lines). The second stanza will consist of six (6) lines, formed with five (5) lines repeated from the first stanza and adding an appropriate non-repeated rhyming last line.
* picture from pixabay
Do you remember how it felt to open the perfect gift on Christmas Day?
Reminisce on the sparkle in your eyes when you didn't have a word to say.
Revisit that exhilarating moment...now PAUSE...
These feelings you give me compliments the happiness that gives my world cause.
Your potential power over me is so strong I'm positive you don't really know,
That I appreciate everything about you because your essence makes me want to let the past go.
You're able to turn chaos into the brightest day I've ever had,
What I love the most is how you can make me smile every time my face is sad.
I think of you in the morning and dream of you whilst I sleep,
I can't see your face but this intimacy between us is water well deep.
I imagine the glow on your face when we see each other after so much time apart,
When we embrace and kiss I visualize how hard you'll be pounding within your heart.
Your appearance alone caused the walls around my heart to fall,
The warmth of your halo broke through with the strength of a cannon ball.
It happened so naturally and sudden there wasn't even a sound,
After you removed all restraints my affection for you became so high I couldn't see the
ground.
Tell me you can hear and feel these words I'm confessing from afar,
Am I dreaming or are you drawn to me as I am to you just because of the way I are.
Let's not hesitate and act blind of the possibilities that you should be with me,
Living in a world where it consist of you and me would be oh...so...sweet....
Applauding an Acrostic Aria
Bopping to a Ballade Ballet and Blank verse Berceuse
Clapping to a Cinquain Cantata and Couplet Chorale
Dancing to a Dizain Duet
Exalting in Etheree Etudes and Elegy Ensembles
Frolicking to Free verse Folk songs and Footle Foxtrots
Galavanting to Ghazal Gavottes
Humming harmonies to a Haiku Hip Hop
Inhaling Italian sonnet Instrumentals
Jiving to a Jueje Jig
Keeping time to a Kyrielle Khaliji*
Lolling to a Limerick Lullaby
Marching to a Monorhyme Minuet
Napping to a Narrative Nocturne
Ovations for an Ottava Rima Overture and Ode Opera
Praising a Pantoum Polonaise
Quieting my quarters with a Quatrain Quadrille
Rollicking to Rondeau Rondos and Rhyme Royal Rhapsodies
Singing to Sonnet Sonatas and Sapphic Stanza Symphonies
Tapping toes to a Triolet Trio and a Tanka Tango
Unwinding to an Urban Sonnet Unison
Vocalizing a Villanelle Villanella
Whistling with a Waltz Wave Waltz
eXulting in Yaltos and Zikets
// Lines consist of a verb, a poetry form, and a musical form //
*Khaliji = modern contemporary music of Central and Eastern Arabia
July fireworks bring together families and friends
for a much needed vacation from worries and work.
Picnics at and on the lake just for memorie's fond taking.
I remember the days of old when watching a movie
outside amongs't the stars and moon.
Playground equipment of a slide and swing
nestled right next to an entraptment framed
sandbox.Oh to be youthful and exuberent again.
Lightening bugs flickering into the night.
Today's movies consist of many smaller theatres
jam-crammed tighter together than a can of
sardines. An alignment of multifleck'd multiplex
light beamed shows across the screens.
Remember when Fizzies were the rage-Just
dropp them in a glass of water and sniff the
boquet of different fruit flavored bubbles would
tickle the nose. Ah yes, different flavors of instant
soda pop in a colored aluminum or plastic glass.
Just like Alka-Seltzer-only better tasting.
Can you remember back wearing shorts and
igniting sparklers and black pills of instant snakes
arising from the sidewalks or street.
Yes those times were just real amazin', and real, real neat.