Best Fizzling Poems
as light
meets night
moon wanes
ink reigns
dusk bleeds
earth heeds
sizzling
fizzling
rose tears
blue spheres
waking
aching
sky streams
quartz dreams
fate's thrusts
heart trusts
soul's fire
sapphire ~
Storm
ominous, dark
thundering, mellowing, drizzling
rainbow, colours, arc, promise
fizzling, fading, sizzling
radiant, brilliant
sunlight
June 22nd 2019
“Sparkling Diamonds” Poetry context
Sponsor: Joseph May
Love in the Moonlight
Rhinestone studded midnight
weaves its magic thread.
Under silver moonlight,
hearts to love are led.
Burning passions unchained,
we fuse with the sky.
Frenzied, fulfilled, undrained,
in love’s heat, we lie.
Blazing, dazzling, sizzling,
flames of love burn bright.
Sighing softly, fizzling
gently…love's delight.
Under silver moonlight
hearts to love are led.
Rhinestone studded midnight
weaves its magic thread.
02-14-2018
Contest: 88 Syllables
Sponsor: Joseph Mays
Placement: 1st
Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the Summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day...make a wish and think of me.
Robin Williams as Jack Powell
in movie “Hook”
SHOOTING STARS
bright and beautiful
fizzling
out of time
swooshing
screaming
dreaming
wishing
upon
aching in one’s heart
pocketing not the demise
but all the surprise
memories bright and beautiful
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8/14/2019
Shooting Stars Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Can you keep a secret?
‘cause I’ve got one to share
I’ve a friend called Fazzbot
With green and purple hair.
Fazzbot met me yesterday
The day before today
Fazzbot is an alien
SSShhhhh!!
It’s a secret by the way.
He’s like a purple dragon
And a penguin too
He’s got green stripes
All down his back
Like the zebras at the zoo
He’s really good at magic
All he does is flick his hair
With a whizzle…
And a fizzling pop!
You’re neither here
Nor there.
Last night he whizzled us
Right up to see the moon
We ate green cheese and lollipops
And floated on balloons.
We splashed around in puddles
Gave the mermaids such a fright
And when some pirates came to swim
He whizzled us
Out of sight.
He’d whizzled us invisible
No one could see us there
Could they see us?
NO!
So we burped
BUUURRP
We burped right in their ear.
Then with a whizzle…
And a fizzling pop!
We went behind the sun
Roasting marshmallows on some sticks
The sun is lots of fun!
Playgrounds full of whirly gigs
And whatsa-ma-call-its too
Mud that tastes like chocolate
Pink elephants
That turn blue
Then with a whizzle…
And a fizzling pop!
I could feel my head
Resting on my pillow
I was tucked inside my bed.
Can you keep a secret?
About Fazzbot,
My secret friend
Then
You and I
And I and You
Tomorrow
We’re off with our new friend.
How can something come out from nothing
When nothing can come from nothing?
So nothing isn’t nothing when it results into something,
Because by then, it would’ve been something and not nothing,
Since something must always result from another thing,
but never from nothing.
Because nothing is not anything and something is anything.
Nothing can never be something and something can never be nothing.
So what is this business of something coming from nothing?
Nothing…because there exists no such thing.
** 2000-- ummm I'm still trying to grasp this grook, haha
and my attempts at it are fizzling out so I'm going to be
sneaky and just submit this, lol
please bear with me I have NO idea if this old write of mine
can even classify as a grook! Sorry Charles...will still try to
come up with something though...
Staring teary eyed and awed from within our atmospheric cocoons,
we witnessed the appearance of the first of seven dancing moons.
As Primora, the closest sun, sank into the marbled vapor of the north,
and Extran, the highest and farthest followed it forth,
gleaming, mineral crested, curling, wind swept cliffs,
sent double shadows across the multi colored mists.
From within the fizzling aurora of a streaking star
debuted the brass colored moon, Alacazar,
followed by Splitz and Hoboken
and it’s circling asteroid, Token,
reflecting their eerie light on the myriad acid pools,
like funhouse mirrors breaking all the known rules.
When the last of Extran’s static rays disappeared,
the acid lakes and puddles suddenly mirrored
four of the moons, gem colored cliffs and a meteor shower.
We looked at each other and cried at this beauteous power
where an atmosphere much too hostile to survive,
with it’s sunset that reinforced we were alive,
imparted in our hearts an eternal, loving attitude,
Of faith in our Maker and profound gratitude.
We turned and slowly power drifted away,
But in our beings that sunset is here to stay.
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Not Just Any Sunset" contest
written 8/20/11
`The 112th congress quibbles, fickle, frizzing, drizzle of dubious dribble, while we wait, …on the sick, fickle, trickle of dribble ,from their quibbles of fizzling sizzle.
For and In Honor of Gwendolen Rix
And contest: Big Kid Tongue Twister Challenge
*This poem was written for Nikko's contest. The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed. I won 1st place in the contest :)
Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy concoction!
Pimp forgot cumin, Gigolo forgot flour, Cowboy forgot corn
Gigolo plotting to corruptly copy Cowboy concoction
Cowboy growling “You forging fool !!!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cowboy flipping Gigolo; Gigolo tromping cowboy, Pimp crying “knockout”!
Conflict fizzling…Cook Off Critic got nitpicky….Implying civility
Critic nibbling Gigolo gyro concoction…critic crying
Critic nibbling Cowboy wonton concoction…critic vomiting
Critic nibbling Pimp minty concoction…critic grinning
Pimp winking, flirting
Critic wiggling, winking, flirting
Critic confirm Pimp Cook off Victor!
Cowboy mournful
Pimp ogling!!! Glitz...Glory
Gigolo crying, “You floozy!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cop cuffing Gigolo to go to court
Tick tock…tick tock….Tick tock
Jury confirm Gigolo guilty!
Pimp, Cowboy, Critic go clubbing
(a 7/5 Trochee)
Once upon a time, I got
Right inside my ear
An infection that was bad;
I could barely hear.
It was like those times you fly
In a plane so high
And your ears start popping,
But not up high was I!
I was told to see the doc,
But that costs so much
I just googled for myself
Homemade cures and such.
Hydrogen peroxide was
One I thought to try:
Soak a cotton ball with it;
To your ear apply. . .
So I’d tilt my head, press that
Cotton on my ear,
Gingerly at first, for I
Felt a little fear.
But a fizzling then began
Just like Google said -
(kind of cool). I kept putting
It inside my head!
Once you’ve got it all cleared up,
Bubbles should abate.
So in increments of time,
I would stop and wait. . .
When I thought that fizzling part
Couldn’t stay for long,
I would try that “cure” again.
Bubbles came on strong!
So I gave up in disgust,
Worried now that I’d
Put into my ear too much
Of that peroxide.
To the doctor I would go
With my $hundred plus+.
Doctor looked into my ear;
Saw a lot of pus.
He allayed my fears about
My home remedy,
Saying it could do no worse
Than just annoy me.
Doctor's cure was not to be
what I would suppose.
I should have to put, instead,
something up my nose!
Sometimes eating apples won’t
Keep that doc away.
Ultimately. . . to get well,
Be prepared to pay!!!
For Deborah Guzzi's "The Road to Well Ville"
Few hearts now weep to see you go
O cold harsh naked winter
The last icy tremor of your merciless winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leaves it's thinning threads in
The oncoming fairyland of Spring.
Winter have you gone, answer me?
A refreshing winter you have been
But how we have longed for your departure
Away away and bury yourself, O harsh east wind
Go now, your season is over
Snatch off your furred coating
And bid welcome -
To a bursting singing Spring.
Welcome, welcome, first lady of creation
Your sweet scented grass sheds tears of dew
Tears of elation, as morning peeps.
As foetal clouds now bathe us
In your new re-birth
Winter threads it's skeleton hand
With it's new love Spring
And with it a new energy is born.
Greenery buds with purity and freshness
The orange canopy floods us with her mirth
While the swelling sun in giant splendour
Can no longer conceal
The first flush of Spring.
The world is awakened by it's mighty arrival
The dance of the daffodils is about to begin.
The last icy tremor of your wintry winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leave your thinning threads
In the oncoming fairyland of Spring.
Welcome, welcome, first lady of creation
Your sweet smelling grass sheds tears of dew
Tears of elation as morning peeps
Your foetal clouds bathe us in your re-birth
As winter threads its' skeleton hand
With its' new love Spring
And with that a new energy is born.
Song and lilacs greet the dawn
Early birds furrage for the nesting days
Through paths of bluebells they ferry twigs
Celebrating the beginning of morning light.
Fresh air exhales baby crocus buds yonder
While the swelling sun in giant splendour
Can no longer conceal the first flush of Spring.
The world is awakened by its' might arrival
The dance of the daffodils is about to begin.
For Francine Roberts competition Bring on Spring
What the fish
Cannot do with force
It does with stashed funds
Fishy final throw
Of the dice
Fact
The fish is
Running short of water
Facing the funny billboard:
Fishy Fish and Facts
Every flying bird
- sly and sleek-
Ultimately lands
Somewhere somehow
Festive fireworks foraging forcefully,
firework flames... flashing, floating, fading.
Families figure favorite fashions.
Friends find fizzling firecrackers.
Fireworks feature fantastic forms.
Frozen faces fathom fascinating festivities!
Night dons a spectacular sequenced shawl,
sparkling with trillions of stars, like cosmic candles
twinkling within the blackness of space.
And a golden moon hangs high;
a gilded bobble mirrored on a placid lake,
where moonbeams dance to the sound of applauding waves.
Vampire shadows, clinging to shifting silhouettes
gorge on the remnants of colors bled from Day;
while liquid ebony inks every crag and crevice.
Darkness descends like a curtain;
creatures of the night frolicking within its folds.
While fizzling shooting stars unzip the seams of space;
martyrs to beauty, plunging to their deaths.
And as a scarlet sun slowly sinks,
crimson, encapsulates lovers entangled in the night.
And passion sets the air afire;
as electrifying sparks of euphoric bliss,
summon spontaneous fantasy wishes.
An emotional trance, out of phase with time,
invites innocence to dine at the table of love.
And intimate feelings are shared and explored;
afloat in sensual waters.
A phantasmagorical bonding of flesh and spirit
is forged by the heat of desire,
fueling two hearts, beating as one.
And as a blushing Mars rises to the occasion,
Venus peeks down with envious eyes.