Best Foibles Poems
chill arrives
twirling like bruised spine ,
with each huff
her skin coils
on decaying trellises--
ripped by old foibles
There once was a man they called Fred.
who had to be tied to his bed.
When deep on the sauce
his cookies he'd toss.
Then proceed to fall on his head.
for "Short and Sweet' contest
sponrored by Brian Strand
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from blithe and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow - echoed
Yeah - mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a human
- Not a perfect being but changes must be done
Fairy be a woman...
Scouring for eccentric discrepant realm
Where mistakes are the supreme pedagogue
And where perfection is " out of the question "
Where warmth and adulation is a must
And where ceding and relinquishing is a Crime
Where creeds and dogmas is Supernal
And where gluttony and lust is Buncombes
Where food and water is an exigency
And where world is ruled by CROCODILES...
" two worlds so different ...yet a fairy wants to glide over the world of HUMANS "
If you can laugh at the crazy antics of yourself,
Instead of sitting on the shelf,
You will find others will be laughing with you.
Instead of at you.
If you do this and don't hide your mistakes,
You will have no fear of snakes,
As you climb up ladders,
You could not climb by sitting on the shelf,
An inferior version of self.
So seize the day,
And come out to play,
Come down off the shelf,
And find your better self.
haiku
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let's walk with nature
sunny day hark birds singing
cuckoo you mimic
cuckoos' all gone
shot by hunters' everyone
they're not specific
swifts' last to arrive
cuckoos' once first on the scene
most humans' remiss
TERCET
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haiku
two words split
senryu
senryu
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a haiku a page
once the masters had their say
who are the experts'
a senryu... foibles
humans their rights and their wrongs
it wasn't me
questions' some answers
many will and many won't agree
then there's always one
the hermit
at one with mother nature
fleas' in their beds'
strange and foolish quirks
trivial human foibles
speed bumps in my life
human foibles
for some a way of life
mine all can read
Love, discipline
And firmness are
Golden foibles.
our foibles
do you have any...
go on comment
the spoken word
feel free speak... say what you want...
shush... enough's enough
silent words poems
when I write I shout it out...
to the world
blinkered... it can't see
ponders when it is stood still
a horse... what thought you...
a sleight of the hand
i'll catch that pickpocket
sadly my neighbour
the magician's gay
no... don't call him a puff...
too late... he's gone
hi Mary... Mary
how goes it... how does it grow...
what...yes... your garden
Mary had a lamp
she swiched it... it did not work
I know... family site
you want a good laugh
a book of Trumps one-liners
he's in the wrong job
my senryu... foibles
human's... it's what they're about
are yours...
HUMAN FOIBLES
nature... her time spent
perfecting life's perfections
man in denial
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human life upsets
natures equilibrium
decimating... why...
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nature screams aloud...
at the human race... hear her...
she will right our wrongs
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Let the kinks and oddities remain esoteric
to herald that special uniqueness
that makes you, just you, as you are.
Resist the shapers and conformity grinders
that would smooth out the crumples,
iron out the creases and wrinkles.
Your texture becomes you when gripped,
Your spikes and bumps adorn, when worn displayed
Finally the blood began to coagulate
my journey is ended I just recently thought
now the dizziness in my head seems to abate
but a broken leg may be the trial I wrought
when finding my dog was surely all I had sought
Life is uncertain when catching us unaware
Walking in darkness with only night's gentle light
if we were but wizards, we might simply prepare
for life's hazards which are beyond reach of our sight
still, I found my dog so now life looks very bright
Are chemical apparatus
where dangerous experiments are done
Are wine-glasses
for leisure bashes in the evenings
Are tea-cups
to relax muscles with hot sugared water
Are good ivory beds
to keep calm the amorous overweight body
Are deception bill-boards
where lies are written, formally advertised
Foolish speed bumps in my life
Do you have foibles?
Human quirks?
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1/6/2020
Poetry form: Quinzaine - "The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement." -shadowpoetry.com
1/6/2020
FFI Blg Series 56 quinzaine
Brian Strand, sponsor
Flaws and foibles, dents and blots,
all viewed as quirky, cute and nice,
are mere trifles, that makes us lovable.
How quickly the tide can change,
when sensibilities, foil those foibles
into scruples, qualms, faults and vice,
up-welling into wellsprings
of misery and strife.