Best Eg Poems
The
self
portrait-
reflected
mirror of the mind
So many to look at just google the artist and words self portrait eg here is Joan Miro's
http://www.abcgallery.com/M/miro/miro20.html
Categories:
eg, art, people
Form:
Ekphrasis
Grammar Series
SECOND CONDITIONAL
If I were a gambling man as my sin;
(I confess an occasional flutter)
Then if I had an acceptable win,
I would buy myself some new schmutter *
Note: it would make my verse more refined
If instead of "if I..." I wrote "we're I" and "had I"
Then perhaps The Immortal Bard would not mind
And Jane Austin would give me the glad eye
While I may forgive modern language’s slur
Wanting that which is sadly defunct, if
We avoid "if I was", rather say: "if I were"
Mindful that we are using subjunctive
Now the First Conditional suits admonishment
By uncles from Amsterdam, Delft or Utrecht **
While the Third is rueful and penitent
For sins of commission or those of neglect
But the Second tops my panoply
And it always has me beguiled
Inspiring creativity, phantasy
And imagination run wild
E.G.
Had I the combined wit of Wodehouse, and Wilde
I would put my pen to write such a tale
That would make the face of God crack a smile
And the heavens to burst in a giggling gale
Categories:
eg, language,
Form:
Rhyme
Leccy Powers in the Air
Nikola Tesla knew the score,
back there, wayback in 1894,
send-em power through the post,
bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
wireless sends the power,
from the insulated tower,
tuned aeriel sucks the most,
fine tuned it is the host,
a quarter wave deflowers,
when electric car un-powers,
recharge from power radio remote,
a constant radio wave, unquote,
or constant flow empowers,
Leccy car you Billy Goat ! :}-
So ac power is in the air,
detected by the car, right there,
powered then the Billy Goat,
tuned aerial , sucks in the voltage, know it!
Leccy car can run 4 sure!
Don't need no petrol, where?
just leccy techs, leccy motors go-at,
says johnson, with a slight unquote,
the new world is to share,
if it catches em by the throat,
the dimwits wouldn't dare,
but some ones got to show it ?
Eg frequency of 27 megacycles cb radio 27,000,000 a second.
So put a 9 foot antennae on you car to receive the signal current?
It works out shorter for much faster frequencies like your mobile phone.
A few inches, a few centimeters etc...
So the sent electricity gets collected at the right length antennae and
runs the leccy motor in your car...sounds cool to me …
id be wearing wellies or gum boots to avoid a shock from the powered antennae 250volts maybe, if I touched it:} kill switches needed hey...
Don Johnson
BEFORE 20,000 YEARS AGO THE ATLANTEAN PEOPLE OF THE RED SKIN TYPE,
HAD SUBMARINES AND AEROPLANES. {VALIXI}. POWERED AND CONTROLLED BY RADIO WAVES TECHNOLOGY REMOTELY..{ARE WE TOO RETARDED TO DO IT???}...INDUS VALLEY PEOPLE HAD VIMANA
FLYING MACXHINES TOO AT THAT TIME....AND WROTE HOW FIX THE MERCURY ENGINE...
Do we have to res-surect ole Tesla?
to get it to work? ac electricity can be
transmitted through the air! as he said...
easily converted to dc voltage by rectifiers...as in power supplys....
like having your own power pole on the car...
Categories:
eg, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
My people have always known dust.
They brought it in boxes.
Across trails covered in tears.
To red dirt and black oily clay.
They wore it in their clothes,
and watched it rise from their feet.
Watched it sparkle like stars in the sunlight around them.
They weaned their children on dust.
They let dust make homes in their faces.
Surrounded with moats of worry.
They lay down with dust.
They lay close to one another and whispered,
damn this dust,
dust,
dust.
Before turning to dust.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
Categories:
eg, native american,
Form:
Blank verse
Weaving Forms
Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
The list of forms of writing poesy is hopelessly endless
O angels of all these poetic forms I worship thee blindly!
When didst thou all give an audience to man to school him
On these plethora of poetic forms to befuddle the muddlehead?
Never had I heard such scary terms before joining Poetry Soup
Life and poetry were much easier with no tensions no insomnia
Simply pouring out my uncontrollable thoughts and emotions
I cringe when I read of restrictions of limited lines in poetic forms
My ice-creams don't melt, autumn strolls have to to be cut short
Get mad as a hornet whether to write señorita a sonnet or sonetto
Nayda, I enjoy weaving my prosaic didactic and euphoric thoughts
Into my qasida with alliterations, imageries, allusions humorously
(FIRST
October 29, 2015
Contest: Which Is Your Favourite Form Of Poetry?
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron)
*This poem is a satiric amalgamation of many forms-sonnet, qasida, acrostic (in parts-eg, line 1&2, 3-5, 6&7-for the purpose of parody), humour....
*Qasida (weaving) is a satirical Persian form, opens with a short prelude, the nasib, which is elegiac in mood and is intended to gain the audience’s involvement
* in this parody I have used the alliteration in the first two lines as a 'nasib'
* In the last line the pun is used for weaving
*Have given 'Shape' or 'Creative Outlay' to the poem
*Have made use of many literary devices-alliteration, allusions, imageries, metaphors....
FIRST
Judged on April 5, 2016
For Casarah Nance's Favourite Poetry
June 19, 2016
For Laura Loo
First Place Only-2
Categories:
eg, allusion, humor, hyperbole, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
5 BILLION POOR
5 BILLION POOR FORSOOTH DEMAND,
EQUALITY THROUGHOUT THE LAND,
MORE THAN A MILLION DOLLARS IN THE BANK IS GREED,
MORALITY GETS EVERYONE A FEED,
LETS VOTE ON THIS REFERENDUM,
MORAL QUESTION OF THE DEED,
LETS SHARE ALL OF PIGGIES GREED,
LEAVE IT A MILLION, ONE,
ALL EQUAL UNDER THE SOD,
GREEDY ONES ARE SELFISH CLODS,
LETS FIX THE PLANET, GIVE A NOD,
NO POINT ACCEPTING GREED,
5 BILLION WANT THIS, GOD....
YES INDEED. Don
Minority groups control the world?
Why should we the multi-dudes, of multitudes,
of more than 5 billion VOTERS put up with the greedy rich,
we don't have to, we have Facebook :}
to vote Nasty, rob your neighbour GREED out.
Are we mentally, morally, strong enough?
We must Do it, but Keep the old system running everywhere !
But, no one individual, to earn more than a million dollars US!
Moral redirection of the wealth of greed to worthy beneficiaries ,
eg: FAIR paid for work in the 3rd world no longer 3rd world nations! Every family to eventually have voter access to Facebook to vote on every important outcome on the planet...
Great living conditions for every person on the planet!
All great causes to be voted for on Facebook, majority rules!
Without Opression no need for people to leave their Homeland.
Except when on visiting during holidays:}
When the opressed Minorities have equality, and are treated fairly,
when all are content, Utopia is here...
We are such weak brained wonders,
that we allow psychologists to alter the world?
why would you go away from a brutal system that works?
to a pathetic system that doesn't work,
humans are sometimes like ANIMALS who need discipline,
without discipline there is no control,
where there is no respect there is anarchy,
YES morality is long dead,
We need to go back to a system that worked.
Categories:
eg, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Die Lewens gang
So dwaal ek rond in die lewens gang
vol van verlange en oral teen di mure
hang potrete van herineringe.
Die tyd het geloop sy eie loop
geloop. Hy het ons mee gesleep en
wys gemaak. Tyd het geleer ons
geleer dat ale wonde genees, maar
tyd was ook te kort om vergaane
geliefdes weer te groet.
Soms is ons spyt gewees, soms het
ons net n sug van verligting, tyd sal
ons weer verder vat, Die onbekende
in die lewens lange gang af en oral
sal daar weer nog potrete by kom
van vriende en geliefdes wat in die
niet verdwyn. Maar die herinepringe
sal weer trug kom waneer ons stil
raak en trug blik na tye wat verby is.
Daar loop weer 2rye spore deur my
lewe, soos in die lewens gang van
ons lewe, verskyn daar ook n potrret
van jou op my muur, en ek weet uit
eindelik is jy ook op geteken in my
lewe. My gemoed raak stil want soos
van soveel kere van tevore moet ek
woner sal die potret bly hang, want
hier in die gang van di lewe is daar
onbekende dinge, dinge wat kan
uitwis dit wat eens mooi was. Dinge
wat gedagtes kan sper en gevoelens
kan koud laat, en ek skuif die prent
weer reg want met vetroue en geloof
sal die potret ook bly hang en die
kloue van liefde sal hou en nie laat
gaan.
Want die gang van die lewe is nooit
reguit nie.
Nuwe uit dagings wag. Om elke
draai, maar as ons om ons heen kyk
is ons geliefde daar, om te help te
hou op dit wat reg en eg is.
Want die mense rondom ons sien n
masker n masker wat niemand
behalwe ons geliefdes weet wat
agter aan gaan nie
Categories:
eg, absence
Form:
ABC
Luekemia luekemia, the atomic bloody curse,
Menzies the magnificent allowed 12 atom bombs to burst,
The order of the garter for the boofhead Aussie clown,
Became a sir or mr on the tory side of town,
15,000 bones were kept, suspicious deaths the score,
Old soldiers still die today, Luekemia abhor,
Aunty Clare was 21 back in the nineteen fiftys,
Cancer killed her, smoking sure,
Liuekemia wasn't bloody nifty.,
Strontium 90 in the milk,
Radioactive was the grass,
Bulging bloody thyriods in the sheep,
Where ole Marston looked and asked,
(CSIRO)
Right across Australia.
The convict spawn of Australia were deemed
Expendale by the Pommy overlords...
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbbSEkyPtkY
A lot of children died of the radiation.
People died young of Lukemia, cancer,
eg my Aunty Clare at 21, Dirranbandi
Heather Lindsay died young too at Dirranbandi.
She was just one of many.
John Brummell died 40 years later as did Harvey Johnson,
so we had quick and slow deaths....
Categories:
eg, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Mona-Lisa Frowns
No darkness, drabness or sadness; could ever
depress or compress Mona Lisa's rainbow smile.
Because, Mona Lisa has the most expensive smile
on planet earth and planet smile.
But now,
when Mona Lisa is been tickled from teeth to toe,
her smile; gladly frowns, because of the bitter
catastrophe the world is frowning and groaning
through.
All though, she is protected in the most secured
museum, to hide her away from being kidnapped
by Sandy hurricane, or get consumed by the
worlds tribulations.
And she is also been auctioned for over a hundred
million dollars; just to make sure; that the rainbow
smile remains on her Florence face, but her smile;
still frowns.
Because she is constantly waiting for the day, the
earth shall sue the heaven's to court; for striking
down the unwanted fallen angel to earth, and
causing unfriendly hurricanes and numerous
deserters, to sip away her loved ones, that sweat;
just to appreciate her mistic smile.
They polish so hard; to hide Mona Lisa; behind a
fat smile, so as to put her fat frown to sleep.
But her frown still tip-toes on relay; whispering
through the colours of her original breathing
beauty.
Which sails in an emotion of muse; and dances
around inspiration, love, hurt, power, temper,
creativity, wealth, betrayal, lessons, and wisdom.
And even at midnight, when sight and light starts
to shrink; this inks up her memories and mocks the
regalia of her smile, with transcending frowning
echoes.
_________________________________________
I wrote this poem, because; right from when I was
a child, I kept looking at the painting, Mona Lisa
smile, and all people talk about is her smile, and
they forget to talk about the other side of her life.
eg like: was she a happy person? How was her
love life? Was she a friendly lady? Did she like kids,
like a true mother should? Was she a good
student? Did she like sex? Lol. Did she drink,
smoke,weed, or do drugs, etc. So all this made me
to come up with this poem; 'Mona Lisa Frowns'.
Just to paint my own poetic picture of her. Enjoy.
Categories:
eg, imaginationrainbow, planet, drug,
Form:
Classicism
Old Soul
The breath of life it enters you,
Old Soul reborn, returns anew,
A complex individual brew,
Unique in all this world.
Between our lives we talk and talk,
And flit about like Falcon Hawks,
In Spirit, walk the spirit walk,
Till Resurrection twirls.
Don Johnson
I look for logic and see much suffering,
WHY, BECAUSE, Imperfect Monkey/Man
lets emotion rule eg: greed malice, envy, and Anger rules today.
Our ancestry has Chimpazee who go in packs and will kill and eat rival members of gangs ...
Does it sound like human behaviour, it is.
Sometimes the Monkey Mans passion consumes the beast...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKyP3WrItY8
Categories:
eg, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
K1087 and K1089 of Canto 109 of the THIRUK-KURAL: Thagaianangkuraiththal
(In the transliterations, the capital vowels stand for the repetition of the same vowel: eg., “A” for “aa”)
K1087: kadAak kalittrinmEl kadpadAm* mAthar
padAa mulaimEl thuthil
As veil o’er angry eyes, Of raging elephant that lies,
The silken cincture’s folds invest this maiden’s panting breast. (Transl. G. U. Pope)
The cloth that covers the firm bosom of this maiden is (like) that which covers the eyes of a rutting elephant. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
The ornamental frontlet covering the elephant in rut;
The maiden’s veil of fine cloth covering her breast. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
(*kadpadAm = ornamental fillet or frontlet for blindfolding an elephant.
*kadAkkaliru = an elephant in rut.)
K1089: pinai*Er mada*nOkkum nAn*um udaiyAdku
anievanO Ethil thanthu*
Like tender fawn’s her eye; Clothed on is she with modesty;
What added beauty can be lent; By alien ornament? (Transl. G.U. Pope)
Of what use are other jewels to her who is adorned with modesty, and the meek looks of a hind?* (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
(*I find this Drew-Lazarus translation most elegant, indeed. T.W.)
In tandem with the hind’s artlessness/simplicity of mien and innate modesty, what stratagem of extraneous adornment can add to her beauty? (Transl. T. Wignesan)
(*pinai = hind; nAn/nAnu = modesty, shame; madam = female simplicity; thanthu = scheme, stratagem, artifice.)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2017
Categories:
eg, beautiful, emotions, first love,
Form:
Epigram
I am Ashishishe.
I am the Crow.
The Universe whispers my name.
I live in a run down house,
and drive a broken truck.
I have a black and white t.v.,
a bottle of Crazy Horse,
and a bag of weed.
Medicine Man or Made Man?
There is no difference to me.
I am.
I have shared the ecstasy of growing grass in Spring.
I have felt the surrender of Autumn leaves,
falling in slanted evening light.
I have stood barefoot in the snow,
singing ancient songs to the Moon.
Now I sit in an office.
Decorated with pictures of my people.
While trying to explain the Mystery.
But she does not believe me,
or what the Fiddleback on my shoulder says.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
Categories:
eg, native american, universe,
Form:
Free verse
My Babe on the other side
Had a interesting, second lasting conversation with Suey who died, but I got the concept in that split second.
I asked her how old she was now, she said 10, seems she is ripping it up her Grandfather for his molestation of her at that age. Also giving daddy a serve cos he poo pooed her when she told him.
Spirits get to give the 3rd degree to their persecutors on the other side!
Eg a few days before Suey died, me and mum spoke to Sue about my Grandmother being given my
Eighty quid wages. Suey spoke to her sternly beyond the veil. And my Grannie from beyond the veil came to my bed in the night and asked my forgiveness, I saw her face she was crying, as she spoke to me. Of course I forgave her! Don Johnson
Categories:
eg, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Gewoonlik is my boundaries sterk
Word ek assigned deur guidance met a Engels'vlerk
My journey neem langer en my sielsnare word gevleg
My boundaries raak flexible en a unieke konneksies word aanmekaar geheg
A journey het ontwikkel in a vriendskap so eg
Dit gaan my verstand te bowe want dis so opreg
God praat in a taal
Wat ons laat stil staan
Aandagtig in afwagting laat luister
Na Sy liefdestaal wat Hy in ons harte fluister
God wil my wys ek is gebless
Sag en delikaat word ons 'gepress'
Hierdie keer is ek uitgebole vir a ses
Soms moet ek relax, let go en vergeet van die res
Hierdie is wat God vir my skets om te besef...
A vriendskap gestuur van Bo
A konneksie met frekwensies watse sein nie verloor
God het ons gebless met baie in stoor
A hegte band in ons harte in geboor
In a droom staan ek buite my liggaam en staar
Na a sielskonneksie so raar
A Visie in die droom omvou my om te aanvaar
God se tyd en redes is set in stone en klaar
Ek word gewys
ek is besig om op a deurskynende glasbord te skryf
Met rooi cokie en merke soos ek uitvee en oor die bord vryf...
jy kom met jou blou cokie aan
Help my met die organogram en teken a traan...
Verward staan my siel en kyk en wil net nader gaan...
Let op na die stilte, die konsentrasie en vloei
Saam vorm ons die kleur op die bord wat gloei
In a moment kraak die glas in a spiderweb form...
Begin ons huil soos a raining storm
Verward staan ek en kyk en vra Here wat nou???
Als was so spontaan hoekom kan dit nie aanhou???
Ek kry a duidelike antwoord wat van langs my af kom
Dink aan die visie...
dit slaan my stom...
A deurskynende glasbord so sterk en skoon
Maar wat is die doel as daar nie a boodskap in kleur vertoon
sonder kleur geskryf is die glasbord doelloos
Die 'smutch' merke op die bord is van gebeure in die lewe wat jou laat bloos
Die traan word vasgevang in die spiderweb
om jou te herinner julle is daar vir mekaar in die scattering moments of life in 'flashing' red
Live your life met veelvoudige pret.
Categories:
eg, faith, journey,
Form:
ABC
We go with the rising Sun!
Straight and true.
Don't forget boys.
The light of Christ rides with you.
Load up and draw the sword of God!
He will carry you through.
Take your bracer now and whatever you do,
Kill 'em all!
Buffalo Robe Woman said,
"He got his though."
"Out there in the Greasy Grass."
She sat the plate in front of me.
Wiped her hands on the apron she wore.
The one that belonged to her Grandmother,
and her Grandmother who wore it before.
Then returned to snap green beans picked from her garden.
She said,
"It will be a long and hard winter."
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
Categories:
eg, native american,
Form:
Free verse