Best Expanded Poems
She said concretize
and her vocabulary
Typified my desire
for words
amorously.
Then I came
across boondoggle
and thought
hell no,
Not me
feed me every
word in your
dictionary
take me from
dilettante
to fait-accompli
Make me the greatest
of all time
if only in my mind
Her tongue
can use my mind
indiscriminately
to the point
of confessing
Ooo, I like that
and all manners
of Freudian slips
Her words
produce
bitten bottom lips
She is the ..it.
Categories:
expanded, language, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Timeless experience
Precognating vivid dreams
Choices reality
Awareness goes through
Vibrant colors and sparkling orbs
Mingle around one
Thoughts transcend afar
Amplifying energy
Speed up creations
Foretell scenarios
Taking probable options
Obvious gratefulness
Breaking the barriers
Forbidden act to defy
Absolute freedom.
Categories:
expanded, adventure, beauty, change, magic,
Form:
Haiku
I cannot lie, I’m not that spry
still angling is my game
but never had luck with walleye
pickerel by Ontario's name.
We're windbound on Wasaksina
waiting for the west wind to wane
We're windbound on Wasaksina
with walleye all to blame.
Wasaksina Lake up Temagami way
has a wicked western fetch
there's trout, pike and bass, but hey
was walleye we came to ketch.
We're windbound on Wasaksina
waiting for the west wind to wane
We're windbound on Wasaksina
with walleye all to blame.
Came in late fall, paddling two canoes
made camp on the big middle isle
then west wind blew and waves tall grew
we knew we were there for a while.
We're windbound on Wasaksina
waiting for the west wind to wane
We're windbound on Wasaksina
with walleye all to blame..
Grub was short so we fished the lee
in hopes of a good fish fry
jigging for a few crappie
but felt the tug of a good walleye
We're windbound on Wasaksina
waiting for the west wind to wane
We're windbound on Wasaksina
with walleye all to blame.
The fish it started a good strong run
to the screech of my fishing reel
if we lost the lee, knew we were done
tightened drag to bring fish to heel
We're windbound on Wasaksina
waiting for the west wind to wane
We're windbound on Wasaksina
with walleye all to blame.
The reel smoked, thought all was lost
but then the fish she turned
slack line, a gust, canoe was tossed
empty hook was all returned.
We're windbound on Wasaksina
waiting for the west wind to wane
We're windbound on Wasaksina
with walleye all to blame.
Categories:
expanded, fish, , western,
Form:
Quatrain
moving on from pain
opens doors of expansion
never before seen....
Categories:
expanded, hope, moving on,
Form:
Haiku
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Fragile, pristine alabaster
stars adrift on wicked laughter.
Tumbling, twirling falling faster
asterisms cool and white.
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
What becomes of fruits hereafter
buds bow down to frozen masters?
Timid petals face disaster,
tumbling dead from Winter blight
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Bitter cold still claims the pastures,
just how long can Jack Frost factor?
What can thrive 'neath icy plasters,
viscous tombs, cocooned delight?
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Categories:
expanded, nature, seasons, spring, april,
Form:
Triolet
Pretty blossoms in the spring
“Bob” for them at Halloween
BBQ cooked with the wood
Sauce, butter, juice – also good
Red, yellow, green - take your pick
Dipped in caramel on a stick
Sweet, sour, tart- taste to savor
Raw, bake, fry – lots of flavor
Cake, muffins, fritters - to try
The best of all is a pie
Yummy!
Categories:
expanded, food,
Form:
Rhyme
upon the vast, vertical canvas;
footholds few and far between;
you're standing on a frail protrusion
face to the wall
staring
without encouragement
at one frozen frame
i jumped
and now i'm falling
i'm seeing the eternal flow
through only my eyes
but the image moves;
a silent bolt of lightning
so believe not the completion
your single dead pixel alludes to
i jumped
and now i'm falling;
there is more here
than any of us can handle
and i can see the attraction
of all those distractions
ryan thomas 2010
Categories:
expanded, imagination, visionary
Form:
Prose Poetry
I have dreamt of magnolia fields
Glistening beneath summer clouds,
Where childish fascination meets reality,
And it is so much more.
Aspirations clung to watermelon vines
And filled the air with persuasive appeal.
Yet, beyond these striking moments of clarity
There is much more.
So I exaggerated and expanded
My existence until the froth
Was perfect for your consumption.
Still, it was more.
Now I find magnolia fields
Cannot succeed your kiss
Nor lend me to a place
That is more than this.
I will listen for your melancholy
To learn of eternity's passion,
Where the secrets are held,
Till it becomes more.
Categories:
expanded, happiness, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Each cool summer breeze
Sets the stage for something hot
Like loves engagement
Fun in the sun crazed
Develops such great delight
Each bright new day’s hour
Enlightens freedoms desires
Each night awakening fires
Summer flows ever quickly
Like fleeting poetry lines
Memories linger longer
Forever expanded
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "FUN & FROLIC" (3 FORMS)
Categories:
expanded, happiness, life, love, people,
Form:
Tanka
UNLOVED 2 (EXPANDED)
The stinging is particularly painful today,
Needles of sharp cold burning blood stab and sear my heart
The jabbing jagged thousand little holes stay
And begin again tomorrow to flay each part.
Rejection is a drowning drunk
Gasping with each mouthful of pride
Another trophy now lies lifeless and sunk
Another screaming day that died.
For all the steaming dreaming part
I played in the capture of my choice
Flat failure is the guide of my loveless dart
And a choking silence is my only voice.
When the punished pillows murder cry
Silent clocks and secret swish
Of thick dark failing falling curtains fringed with notoriety
Rip the seams of a ragged wish
Until the spleen sheds its poison deep below
Swimming into the fathom of night and day
Where no tender fingers reach my depth
And only the claw grasps its prey.
Liar lord of loyalty the infidel of opera cloak
Sweep and cover a collapsing shroud
Leaving only the tomb and the weeping womb
For the remnants of the uncertain crowd.
Categories:
expanded, angst, betrayal, dark, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Written by Gail DeBole
On October 12, 2023
Updated on October 13, 2023
These words that pour out from thoughts.
Randomly without making patterns, at first.
OK. Sometimes making random patterns.
Spurting out and mixing like
Ingredients for a batter.
Swirls like nothing else.
Until cohesive in my mind.
Maybe not in yours.
Meaning in my world.
Sometimes in yours.
Meaning that sometimes escapes me
Until a future epiphany crystallizes.
Orange grapes floating in a sea of waves.
Meaning and importance that can be suspect.
See what I mean?
They all end up on this screen.
Categories:
expanded, imagination, poetry, poets, write,
Form:
Free verse
Deep in meditation, I waited.
Breathing slow, soft and deep; I waited.
Then exploded on the inner screen
Such an image of the Divine Matrix
It took my breath away.
There sat I, alone, yoga posed and silent
And from my glowing body spanned
A multitude of galaxies, their cosmic webs and strands
Of multiplicitous energies, reaching away and beyond
Connecting with lifeforms unimagined, far-flung and incomprehensible.
Each pulsing thread bearing high voltage messages
And deepening awareness of connections within.
As above, so below.
Entangled.
Suddenly I knew I could generate change,
Be a force for good, love and plenty.
Because my threads of life, awareness, love and God Force
Reached out across the universes. I AM
Entangled.
As I am here, I am there, I am everywhere Present.
The threads of the Matrix weave the web of eternity,
forward and back, all the tomorrows, abundance or lack.
And so, revived, encouraged and super-conscious
I now can use the threads of the Matrix
To create, transform, transmute and rediscover
All the marvelous pieces of my shattered, scattered selves
into the golden threads of the Matrix.
Reborn, Renewed.
Entangled.
Copyright © Chula Fleming March 16, 2013
Categories:
expanded, imagination, perspective, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Thank you, Lemmy, I am just listening now
Listening now to your fantastic album
“Expanded”, it’s amazing. It’s give me blood and life
Life and Blood in my brain are expanded
"Just 'Cos You Got the Power"
This is an amazing track, living life
Nevertheless, I am an almost dead single-life
Living life, here are five ante meridiem
Alcohol has slowly gone from my veins and blood
Hmm, it’s my life. But life. …Of a feeble man's life
But coming now the daytime, the daily hours and times
And everything will be changed,
Coming the good Christian’s life
Then evening, then night, and…
Oh! Letter be light! Then…
Coming to my Satanistic life
Satanistic? No, I am not that. He is my only best friend
I am a good man, a bible reader, a bible study person, a man
But nighttime inside, inside in my heart and my mind changed…
All the desires
Satan taught me and gave me new thoughts and desires
He is my master, prophet, philosopher, theologian, counselor, mentor
He always teaches me telepathically
He night to night always builds my life
He and I created together created my websites
My life has expanded from dark to light
And from the light to the dark
This life is the whole life
Dark and light?
The Dark and the Light!
Black and white?
No, my life isn’t a monochrome vision
My life is colorful, only mine
It’s a rainbow, including all the colors
And a flesh, death is realized
My soul just now arriving into a new life
There waiting me the death
Laughing and saying to me, Welcome! Step in!
Throne room
Pomp
Magnificence impressions
Satan smiling on the throne
Says to me Welcome! Welcome!
And he continues: I saved your laptop and camera, here you go
Continue your work and never stop
Your life includes new emotions, thoughts, and desires!
I woke up
I am an enlightenment
Clicking my camera
Categories:
expanded, life,
Form:
Free verse
The individual in the inexorable flow of time,
certain miracles of nature never be the same.
Patterns of needs and response are created,
touching the mysteries of natures integrity related.
Revealing the whole of which one is part,
integral completeness as time perspective art.
If you are born at night your eyes eclipse the day,
full moon people are social light so to say.
Whereas the darkest nights have always new potential,
struggling to see things through eventually.
Sun rise children are deeply profound,
while those before twilight are spiritual sound.
Noon born like to take leadership at will,
evening souls enjoy the panoramic view in still.
The days and planets names set the tone for amorous flings,
especially when Monday causes trouble from trivial things.
Our humble providence all part of the celestial fair,
through the season of years in glorious care.
With that manifesting the duality of time and space,
from oneself as light spirit by the divine grace.
Categories:
expanded, education, heaven, meaningful,
Form:
Ballade