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I can put things together
Sometimes I'm on what you wear
Sometimes on things
Sometimes I get stuck and you get mad at me
Its not often for me to break
I'm made out of metal
I'm a zipper
Copyright © Matthew Boyd-Howey | Year Posted 2012
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BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me,
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.
Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.
I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.
And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.
And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012
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A basket ball player with bounce
Said, “All my opponents I'll trounce.”
But thanks to a gale
He fell on his tail,
And off in a huff he'd to flounce!
Copyright © Matthew Boyd-Howey | Year Posted 2012
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A big baseball player on pitch
Developed a strange kind of itch:
The ball flew up straight
Then down on his pate,
So he blamed the whole thing on a witch!
Copyright © Matthew Boyd-Howey | Year Posted 2012
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Have you been in love?
Have you shared a kiss?
Have you ever got a hug?
Have you ever gone thru all of
this?
I have not, nor ever been.
I have lost time and miss,
I have bitterness inside of
me,
I have nothing and noone to
be with!
A lonely heart is like being
sick
A lonely man is a walking
dead
A lonely soul is trying hard to
reach
A lonely friend is asking your
help
Will you not open your heart
for me?
Will you not give me your
tender touch?
Will you not kiss and make
me
happy?
Will you not love freely and
come to me?
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Black Eyed Susan
loneliness contest
Copyright © Danesh Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Complexity-Syntaxity
Ezra Pound
Flamboyant expression
Poetic modernity new.
Seeking no rifacimento
Onomatopoeia
Confusing readers so
Intricate verses makes us blue.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
Schoeningen, Germany (November 22, 2014)
(Double Dactyl poetic format)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014
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Paracelsus
Supremus-Alchemist-Occultist
Philippus von Hohenheim
Alchemist, Astrologer, and Physician
Arrogant to a fault.
Medical genius
Paracelsianism
Iconoclastic for sure
Ignorance he couldn’t halt.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 15, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Roads and Romans
Poem 1 Roads
Poem 2 Romans
Two poems by Bev Smith and Arthur Vaso
Form: Double Inverted Verse
Please read the poem “Roads” by Bev Smith first!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/roads_672480
In fact the best way to read these poems are side by side.
Romans
As our journey begins
We never look back
Roman soldiers march only forward
To
New worlds and conquered lands
We travel with
Swords and hearts
Naively believing
Both are needed
To feed our lies
We learned
Lessons of greed and condescension
Others wept
As we flaunt our power
Yet we gave back many good deeds
Laws and roads
Wine and dreams
Truth or deceptions
We haunted them all
Saddled with civilization
We gave culture and art
Yet I the soldier still wonder
The right of our cause
Taking these tranquil moments
So that I gaze back to our past
Confirmations abound
On balance we advanced our faith
To better this precarious world
To discover life’s heartbeat
Every road we marched
We advanced the human cause
We seek
To expand
The Roman Empire
For Bloody Caesar
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
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Incomprehensible! (A Brief Critique)
Monomaniacally, Thomas Sterns Elliot
wrote in The Waste Land a Lyrical Lay
Sadly for those of us hollow like other men
Incomprehensible! Take it away!
Copyright © David Siegel | Year Posted 2013
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Bryant’s Necropolis Conceit
Silent halls of death so cometh
William Cullen Bryant
Thanatopsis supremeus now
A sepulchre awaits us all.
Dour darkness and shroud forever
Thanatopsis-Phantasmus
The spirit world so beckons us
We all shall so wither and fall.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(January 15, 2015) (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Higgledy-Piggledy,
Young Dr. Frankenstein.
thought he was able to
cook up a man.
baking and broiling and
incomprehensible
things to invent such a
Frankenstein plan.
Copyright © Robyn Campbell | Year Posted 2015
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King Vlad the Greatest
Supremus-Dictatoris
Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin
Bamboozler-Provocateur
Arrogance absolute.
Master of Malarkey
Bolshoi-Apparatchik
Mask of a Monster
Hooliganism to boot.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 20, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Scarlett's Lament
Fiddlede-diddlede
Scarlett O'Hara, she
slew all the fellas--not
lifting a hand
'Cepting Rhett Butler proved
Incomprehensible
with, "Frankly, my dear, I
don't give a damn!"
©deborah burch
1.30.2013
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2013
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The Victor
Their cheers,
Your tears,
Blood drips from your hands,
Their lies,
Your cries,
You stand where the victor stands.
Was it worth it, worth the death,
Destruction, to your right and left?
Would you have, rather died?
Left someone else to bathe in pride?
Do you need the luxery,
Raid the Capitol's treasury?
A web they span to hide their lies.
A trick of the light in ways.
Jewels on your clothes stained red,
The blood of the childrens drained lives.
You must gt up in the morning,
Their haunting faces in your eyes.
You are the victor but you haven't won.
Copyright © Matthew Boyd-Howey | Year Posted 2012
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Arrogance is a need to be better than most
An inflated sense of self is much of the boast
Walking through the day
Up on the hill
Looking down on the humble is just their way
Never believing they will tumble
Or there will be a price to pay
An when that day comes
It is never their fault
Because they are better than most
An continue to boast...........
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014
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Keats—Romantic Humanist
Romanticus-Extraordinaire
John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci
Circe-Enchantress to all.
Beautiful, deadly in her elfin grot
Supernatural-nous
She wept and sighed full sore
Hath thee in “Keatsian” thrall.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 17, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Prufrock’s Symbolic World
Metaphors-Extraordinaire
Thomas Stearns Eliot
Metaphysical consciousness
Aura of aging and decay.
Streams of consciousness forever
Proto-disillusionment
The mermaids singing each to each
The mermaids will not sing today.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(January 14, 2015) (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Goethe’s Emissary
Mephisto-Hereistoo
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Faust on the Brocken summit
Go our own sweet way for show.
Walpurgis Nacht’s spirit of perversity
Mephistophelian
Time now for your eternal soul
The Evil One’s sitting in a fiery glow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 19, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Semi-creatively, Ludwig von Bethovan
sat in his music room, sucking his thumb.
Heavens to Murgatroyd! After four symphonies
more could be asked of me? Da Da Da-Dum
Copyright © David Siegel | Year Posted 2013
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Shelley—Romantic Visionary
Maestro-Romanticus-Supremus
Percy Bysshe Shelley
One Heaven, One Hell
Promise of a later birth.
About a little soul
Epipsychidion
One immortality, one annihilation
Wilderness of this Elysian earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 5, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Angel’s sing a chorus from cloisters that echo lustful cries of love
While lovers drink in glances, passion turns to intimate desires
With trembling limbs they move, eager to entwine
Showing signs of hunger, in eagerness they thirst
Like a fine wine, they gingerly sip the taste of their sins
Soon to be committed
The Parish priest would be shocked at the debauchery
Yet why do the angels sing in unison?
The passion of love and life is the angel’s glory
A choir sings from above, at the happiness below
The coupling of spirits and raw desire
Gods design a miracle
To be celebrated
Note: This is a collaboration with Mystic Rose, and what a pleasure it was!!!!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014
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Lord Byron—Genius Unchained
Primus-Supremus-Romanticus
George Gordon Noel Byron
Destiny in Missolonghi at 36
A soldier’s death.
Legendary immortality
Mega-accomplishment
For him the best
And now he’s at rest.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 6, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Higgledy Piggledy
William Wordseeker
pins on the wall
all the words he has found.
He likes to say that his
lexicographical
treasure are now
erinaceously bound.
For the background of this rhyme:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4VzuWmN8zY
Copyright © Niels Blomberg | Year Posted 2009
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(Photo memory )
Raining forward with the honey hue of summer.
I beg for the expression which reflects a smile.
I am but a boy growing.
So my breaks are short...
Logic provides nothing without action expect for positive
dreams.
Which grew lazy.
I am no hero nor saint.
Just my dull emotionless self...
Trying to break away from my immature flaws.
Not everything stays like the family movies.
But not everyday is a day of rain.
Anyone can scream.
But few can sing without a song.
- Robert
Copyright © Robert Burton | Year Posted 2013
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Fuzzily Wuzzily
Benjamin Gib-a-ney
Grew him a beard which was
Coming in fine.
Then he found out he had
Pogonophobia.
He can shave his, but he'd
Best not touch mine.
Copyright © Jason Talbott | Year Posted 2011
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