Best Episodic Poems
liquor
crushed ice
an effervescent tonic
an engaging libation
a crystal glass an empty mass
a looking glass an engaging lass
a reflection fills the flask
an hourglass figure smooth as glass
a view deep
a deep view
a hot and hard jigger
an episodic embrace of the stem
a nicely paced repetitive stroked type grip
measured
a high pitch pleasured note of delight
a charge
and another...
...and another...
...and...
….....
...a spill...
...a swig...
...a swallow
an emphatic gush
a coupled roast
an orgasmic toast
a sexual rush.
31~10~2014
Categories:
episodic, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell.
Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.
Apothecary had the perfect answer
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver!
Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!
She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!
Love and romance the attar generated
Very soon enough it evaporated.
Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,
In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,
Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,
Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice;
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace.
7/14/14
Categories:
episodic, metaphor, peace, prayer, senses,
Form:
Couplet
Flower power
“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild
And to Berlin or
Paris for that
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain
The “Fountainhead”
on your mind
“Atlas shrugging”
all the weight of
established rigour
tremors oscillations
generational discord
transmitted juxtaposed
agonising opposition
Budding opening
freedom harmony
erect and upright
subconscious conscience
That girl with
curvy bottom and more
outer beauty inner fire
no curve balls
simply passion
adventure living
loving one in all
Embraces soaking
wet the moment
living on for now
for past and memories
intertwining venture
What is
what is coming
what was to come
appeared enlightened
what did not happen
withers lingers
explodes from
Venus-mangoed delta
reappears in wetlands
of pruned and rooting
ecstasy high rising climax
It matters not
if cobbled streets
descended from Montmartre
or mountains climbed
in open spaces putting
petting lips and heartbeats
openings and new
beginnings novel closure
It matters little great
deaths not so petite
at times of passion
'enlived' 'enstoried'
restoried recomposed
narrated and retold
episodic dedication
Floral bouquets
wild herbs and spices
arrangements
derangements
cinnamon bark on
your underbellies senses
Gathered over time
reflections longing
hope pragmatic
bold appeasement
ceasefires dynamic
bonfires bonne fires
static momentary
life and for the
living levitating
lovers
You are not going
to Paris all that
often any longer
but the scent free
spirit erotic flowers
frisson crescendo
warm hearted climax
exhaustion images
Is there in you hair
still shaggy longing
seduction floating
coming together
Is there in
your path’s ways
Is there in
your dreams
Categories:
episodic, love,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Caregiver…
You told me to stand alone
so I stood there in shoes I’ve outgrown.
You said many things
and need I not forget how you would sing
in those car rides with the windows down.
Late at night listening to the tires scale the ground.
I always knew when you felt some kind of way
by how red your eyes got and how lame your head would lay.
Needless to say your moods were episodic.
You’d say yes and mean no, but eventually I got it.
I couldn’t wait for mornings when the nights were too dark.
I would lie alert staring at the stars that sparked.
The stars that gave me life also gave me a mellow sorrow.
Something about the way they breathed light into rooms so hollow.
Bright sun rays started my days
and the heat was enough to set fires ablaze.
Hot with rage the teapots blew.
You said it was the cure to your
blistering headaches after you had a few.
A kid like I, I wasn't a pesky thing
I dressed myself and even answered the doorbell when it would ring.
My dog Rex was never too far behind.
Whenever I needed help he was all I could find.
Down the street I would spot my school bus.
It was always reliable, stable, and a savior for both of us.
Before you knew it I was gone.
Day after day holding on to clothes I’ve outgrown.
I think I missed the teapots the most.
Pouring cups in the mornings is what brought us close.
After looking at photo albums I had to spare,
I removed the one picture I had of you.
as if you wasn’t even there.
Categories:
episodic, absence, anger, caregiving, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events...
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.
Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live, we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.
No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.
Divine intervention is deification interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
_______________________________________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 16, 2014!
Categories:
episodic, baptism, inspirational, prayer, religion,
Form:
Free verse
“The wheel is come full circle.” William Shakespeare
The clock tick-tocks!
The tables have turn counter clockwise.
The knowledge would be known.
Life is only given once.
This is what humankind is told.
But the souls rise with suspended time and life is revamped within a twilight.
Zone is the person that child has been chosen.
Veracity her spirit holds through her mother’s soul.
Her dynasty is stated will never be.
Depression is negated; however, she will repeat history.
The clock tick-tocks and the wheel of time have come full circle.
The wisdom is acknowledge through those demised.
Their deaths were to be in suspended time.
Her mother died through organized measures.
Her sister death was from similar means.
And her husband died for religion.
The walls are rose to conceal.
The darkness thickness and amnesia is present.
She always ends in the same place.
The Greyhound Bus Station and people are crowding out front.
The clock tick and sound forms ascertain amnesia.
The wheel of time has come full circle.
What went before is now past and the future is here.
Recurrence of episodic events has been gone for fifteen years.
Inhabitants talk and state she is hearing things, when the wheel of time has reveal
them.
Tock and I will win.
The passes find that the wheel of time has ticked and the game ends.
____________________________________________________________|
Penned April 27, 2014!
Categories:
episodic, bereavement, betrayal, change, faith,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
Categories:
episodic, anniversary, forgiveness,
Form:
Metrical Tale
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
Categories:
episodic, forgiveness,
Form:
Metrical Tale
For the past I pray in the tumorous night gone heavy and long,
Churning in the chirp of the tree frog’s soporific song.
The air thickens like cream churned thicker into butter,
Spinning in the muttered fumes of mind’s fogged clutter.
Coagulating light into an onyx-colored yet broken stone,
A celluloid flash of silver shines sight into solid bone.
From the peek-a-boo split of an aperture’s peeping pupil,
Pours an undeveloped pity in a dope’s pathetic scruple.
I seek episodic hippocampus Netflix films inside me,
For memory is better than that which my eyes will ever see.
Categories:
episodic, depression, dream, drug, night,
Form:
Couplet
spanning thirty years
sweeping episodic film
~ big brave beautiful
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
Categories:
episodic, england, family, film,
Form:
Haiku
My insecurities are making me insecure
My doubts are giving me doubts
I would scream and yell, if I thought I would be heard
Over top of all of my shouts
My phobias are starting to scare me
My complexities are awful complex
I am a perfect text book example
Of a condition for which there is no text
My psychoses are really psychotic
My episodes are episodic
I am a narcissist who hates himself
Bi-polar must be contagious, because I know I caught it
I think I failed the ink blot test
All I saw were big ink blots
I am haunted by my memories
But my memories have been forgot
I am sick of being a hypochondriac
My narcolepsy keeps me awake
I am a non-practicing masochist
Because the pain I cannot take
My abnormalities are really abnormal
My multiple personalities are all the same
My psychiatrist says there are explanations
For these conditions he cannot explain
Categories:
episodic, life, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
ALL OF ME
World's written with the fictions that one can't explain ,
The streams full of photonic dust leads to abodes in gain.
Empyreal deity embraces me ,
Episodic cuddlefests then braces me .
Bouts and animosities all obliterate ,
I do venditore the past but am not alone .
All the gayness , peace, pride hails ,
All the halcyon moments prevails .
Then murmuring the enchanting prays
I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And they are neither the fortune,
nor a diviner I am.
Its just feeling a halo ,
Walking forth a welkin ,
The feels are ephemeral
but it stays right here eternal .
As I see the zodiacal light
with all the horizon paint white.
Figured anelapsis with cool vibes .
As I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And that them,
is a supreme one.
The deity !
The God !
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
Categories:
episodic, allah, angel, bible, devotion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Burning man syndrome diagnosed quite rare
A life drowned by a sea of intense pain
Without warning walking unable to bear
Red ink covering soles with red-hot coals
Yesterday's dreams cremated with goals
Specialist to specialist to Mayo...
Praying for strength and miracle repair
August 22 2018
Rhyme Time 6 - Verses of Metaphors Contest
By Laura Loo
Red Ink
Rhyme ABACCDA
Second Place
*Erythromelalgia is a rare progressive neurovascular condition that most commonly affects the feet, but may also occur in the hands, face, or other parts of the body. The term neurovascular means that both nerves and blood vessels are involved. It is characterized by intense, burning pain of affected extremities, severe redness (erythema), and increased skin temperature that may be episodic or almost continuous in nature. Etiology is unknown; symptomatic treatment only; no cure. Typically affects both sides of the body (bilateral), may sometimes involve only one side (unilateral). Triggering or worsening of symptoms with exposure to heat (heat intolerance) or exercise and relief with cooling. The disease course may be extremely variable from case to case. For more info go to www.erythromealgia.org
Categories:
episodic, fire, health, imagery, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
God has Planned, Purposed and Directed,
Our stay here on Planet Earth.
He knows the kind of Character
Needed from one Generation to the next.
If per chance that chosen Character
Should deviate like Adam did,
He may use a similar Character,
Perfect Jesus replaced perfect Adam.
However things may eventually turn out,
It’s because of the Choices we made,
Or the ones we were coerced to make;
Punished as children, have all taken away!
God has Purposed, Planned for
His children and it’s not for us
To direct that Path without guidance;
But should men choose to help us,
Must it make us lose our Way?
Should men play God and deliberately
Bar the Purpose planned for us?
Time after time, conjuring up what they think
Is the matter with your soul, they come
To dispise you and would readily dispose!
Men try preventing you from naturally
Empowering your Planned, Purposed life
Bestowed upon you in the Generation God
Chose for you to glorify his name
With their human ways that are not his!
Ways they choose for you either planned alone
Or in a powerful group that constantly bar
And offset whatever’ Purposed for you;
But attempt to blindfold you not to see clearly,
By using episodic catastrophes along
The journey angels should be watching over!
Categories:
episodic, bible, conflict, fate, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample chocolate for I have just stuffed our pantry sweetly-full again:
No one will know why the stocked, offered sweets, meant to last
about a week were otherwise offed before two full days passed;
All will be equally mute and dumb about sweet crumbs in play
room, den, beds, and chocolate lint-hit debris I find in pockets;
No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other;
When a sweet ingredient vanishes that I bought for a recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise;
and, despite my threat of live yard burial, they take my choc favs
that are small, round and perfectly top off their chocolate cereal.
I have a good-sized, hidden, box with drawers full of the best stuff.
Looking thru cleaning products would be conduct void of any profit
so, I am confident my stash, by child or spouse, will never be found.
I often hide in my closet to suck or chew my way to chocolate heaven.
When eat-hiding, I cuss about my kids lack of any mature desires
raring to thread a needle of ambition to sew up some consideration.
All of my offspring take after their Dad; they are myopic and episodic.
They overeat, overly zoned out on electronics like lab rats on narcotics.
Categories:
episodic, anxiety, candy, chocolate, conflict,
Form:
Free verse