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He was an ugly handsome
In a foreword backwards kinda way
Silent and outspoken
with nothing great to say
Strong with a strange weakness
Secrets he could not keep
He had a sense of humour
that mostly made people weep
You were cursed if you loved him
his hateful ways made you pay
The Devil was his confidant
Yet he still liked to pray
Heartstrings busted and broken
oh the songs that he could play
A companion to your lonely
but somehow it was okay
Happiness bled into sadness
your smiling face he’d make it weep
He was the fox in the hen house
sleeping with the other sheep
On the surface he was so cold
with a penetrating shallow heat
Pulling and pushing deeper
a sour sorta of liquid sweet
You wanted him to stop
He was confused when you said go
Pretending to understand
even though he didn’t know
Whenever he finally left
It was a lonely kinda glad
You prayed for him to be good
Instead he was the best sorta bad
Your memory tried to forget
his familiar foreign ways
Your body craved his approval
So you bathed in his lavish praise..
Categories:
foreword, addiction, angst,
Form:
Quatrain
lets meat-
my mary friends for a pot LUCK meal
at my plaice
colleen can you m a k e
your hale mary chilly
patricia please make your suite
bury pi
steve l o o k i n g foreword to the
grate stake you fry
I will
by wight whine and read whine
and brown and wight bred
owe deer dessert !
monica HOW about
pair moose . . .
and sum 1 bring p i c k l e s and beats
our GREEN will be pees
and later we will have tee-
I t h i n k that's write !
wee will meat at the our of ate
on SATURDAY next weak . . .
___________________________
December 2, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'u wanna piece of me'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9680-29-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Categories:
foreword, food,
Form:
Free verse
Foreword: I wrote this piece in 1984. Seems kind of prophetic now.
On this day in time,
time ceased to exist;
because of the taste of greed,
men couldn't resist.
They wanted more oil,
they wanted more land;
So they bombed little countries,
and made their demands.
The killed men and women,
and children of every age;
There just seemed no stopping,
the big country's rage.
Now the little country decided,
to share all it's wealth;
It was in the best interest,
of their national health.
So they gave and they gave,
til there wasn't any more;
And finally decided,
they should prepare for a war.
But the big country had vanished,
when no more was gained;
And moved on to the next,
helpless country to attain.
Now the little country rebuilt,
and became very strong;
And they swore that no country ,
would again do them wrong.
They grew and they prospered,
and a mighty army they had;
That would accept any fight,
and be only too glad.
But soon they had found,
They needed more oil and more land;
So they bombed little countries,
and made their demands.
This cycle rolled along,
and all small nations would grow;
And the stage was all set,
for the world's final show.
Now on this day in time,
time ceased to exist;
Because of the taste of greed ,
men could not Resist.
Categories:
foreword, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Locked in place on a high cross
Swords spoke the foreword
A quick glance at eternal peace
Combat defined his wounds
Only the pen of history
Penetrates his heavy armour
Behind his shield lies purgatory
At the height of an evil empire
Cracked dried lips to steel
Exposure to the kiss of death
Vanguard to a spiritual thirst
Glistening in the sun unsheathed
Doors open to unknown corridors
Momentarily blinded by a flood
Of light - vulnerable to carnivores
Engrossed in the scent of his blood
A costume designed to antagonize
Missiles of jeers from the masses
For the iron fist it symbolises
On their visibly anguished faces
Metal sparks fly to illuminate
The wide-eyed in the grandstand
Fireworks displayed in the court
On unchained blistered hands
A heavy heart to condemn
Stumbling in his reluctant march
Enslaved for the true price of freedom
A beheading at tip of Caesar's thumb
The first blow is on target
Sends his mind off on a tangent
Far beyond the castle walls
To a dream of a love lost and distant
Behind the lowered vice
Is a soldier wanted for treason
For gold and land promised, but
Never delivered for reasons never given
For centuries feared far and wide
The myth of a fire-breathing dragon
He relinquishes his mask – his pride
Lies dying of his wounds in the dungeon
When the battlefield still had honour
Before death became a spectator sport
For those with a twisted sense of humour
A gladiator once lived and fought
08-18-2015
Thabang J. Ngoma
Categories:
foreword,
Form:
Epic
I gulp a flame of desire
At the sight of your ecclesiastical attire
Being proxy for a pacifier
That elicits a comfort for my quagmire
Your smile, your smile
A sun in a darkened profile
A moon that illuminates the eventide.
Oh lily of the while
You let your movement twist my writing style
And your utterances, parch my bile
Your cheek,
Comely and with a perfect sleek
It brings forth my devotion like to a holy week
My arteries gape and tweak...
When your eyes greet my eyes in streak
And I feel your eyes can unbend an oblique
When you call my name, l inhale peace
Right from the direction of your sheen anatomical masterpiece.
It flows into my centrepiece
And makes me say "how I need this! "
This aura of hightened affection
Induces my heart's rhythm section
My pulse beats to the sequence of your rock n' roll session
Your complexion,
Makes me want to have no objection
To any of your imperfection
But to uphold your perfection
Your entirety is graced
Euphoric and grippingly fun-aced
Your pulchritude is emphatically embraced
And your probity, well showcased
Appeals to my aftertaste
Once have you spoken, twice have I heard
Like you stole the password
Securing my ghost word
From where I will fangle your byword
Please don't make it your watchword
Rather let us build on the foreword
Categories:
foreword, beauty, cute love, for
Form:
Rhyme
Foreword: I wrote this poem while listening to Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Waltz. The lines were pretty much impromptu so please be considerate when it comes to the wordings. Thank you :)
Once upon a dream,
You thought it was all real
But can't you see that it is
In fact purely imagination.
You try to hide it,
Disagree and deny it
But one cannot really stop you
It's all up to what
It is you believe or not
You shut everyone out
Stayed inside that dream
Afraid for it to end
Like a wonderful symphony
That's bound to play its last note.
You waltzed, allowed it to sink in
Sooner or later you'll realize
It was all just a dream
But no, you kept dreaming
Smiled to yourself
You thought I was joking
Or did you know what I meant?
You started laughing
Gave me that look
You knew something I didn't
I tried to comprehend
But you wouldn't let me in
What were you dreaming of?
What's so great about that dream?
What does the real world lack
Compared to that transparent world?
You seemed content
Filled with peace and joy
Then everything became a blur
You tried to tell me something
But couldn't make out of it
Your words spluttered out like anagrams
I listened once again
But then I woke up.
Categories:
foreword, dream, fantasy, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Foreword: This poem is inspired by F. Chopin's Ballade in G Minor op. 23 and the anime "Your Lie in April". The number are timestamps from a video of that performance so that you can imagine and feel the lines more. Try listening to it while reading this poem.
Note (for a contest): Aside from what's stated in the foreword, this poem is trophy-worthy because of its form & delivery. :)
[0:10-2:50]
The first note resounds in the room
Slowly pronouncing its every chord;
Cautiously, but gently it's played,
Its sound deep but sincere
The melody gradually grows
Louder but gracefully flows
Careful to keep in tune
In rhythm like a metronome
They say you've no heart
A mechanical robot that's programmed
But witness thy playing
Pouring out its emotions and feelings
The piano's speaking
It tells a tale of beginning
How it felt so monotonous
Gray and hopeless
[2:51-5:20]
It tells a tale of renewal
Everything filled with color
As chords turn to melodies
Intricate and delicate
[5:21-5:51]
Then it changes course
As the sounds tend to skip
A happy tune is being played
A perfect harmony
[5:52-6:58]
But all good things must come to an end
The music shifts into dissonance
The dynamics got intense
What was once piano became forte
[6:59-7:32]
Thy piano called out to you
And you looked back
You smiled one last time
And looked on ahead
[7:33-8:35]
The music went on
You started to fade away
As the notes came rushing in
Like angry waves of a storm
The notes kept ringing
And lights shot everywhere
As the melody reached its crest
You were gone like a mirage
Devastated and low
I tried to play once more
Hoping for you to come back
And try to tease me more
One more time, please
That's all I ask of you
The melody reached its end
But all I think of is you
[8:36-8:51]
The music seemed to stop
For there was no more of you
But I begged for a few more notes
An encore for you
[8:52-9:09]
Though with all my might
As I play those final notes
You never did come back
And there I played my last note.
Good-bye.
Categories:
foreword, deep, goodbye, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
Foreword...
Of two commonly used pronunciations, this poem uses Dippla-doe-cous.
Originally written as a singy songy thingy to the tune of Supercalifragilistcexpealidocious.
Jurassic Lark.
An optical illusion or a little hocus pocus
I swear I saw a dinosaur, a massive Diplodocus
Then came the Tyrannosaur which seemed the most ferocious
Until I saw the Allosaurus eat the Diplodocus
Triceratops and Stegosaurs begin this second chapter
These are vegetarian, unlike Velociraptor
Two of which pursued my wife, and pretty soon they trapped her
But I got back her wedding ring, cos two days on they crapped her
Some dinosaurs are still alive, there's evidence before us
The tabloid press this morning were quite ready to assure us
That two armed men who robbed the bank cried out as if in chorus
Beat it or we're done for mate cos ARREKONYSAURUS!
While driving home from work one day the traffic all stood still
Word went round a car had hit a P-terodactyl
I snuck along the traffic queue to see it wasn't so
What people thought a pterosaur was Barry Manilow
A stomping sound behind me and I turn so full of fear
I fear I'll see a dino there, I do, and it's so near
I gaze into its gaping jaws, its breath is foul and hot
And so with much bravado, I say My, what big teeth you've...
CRUNCH... GULP...
So now I sit and fester here, inside a Dino gut
I guess it is my destiny to exit through his butt
I can't do much about it so I'll have to live with it
I go to meet my maker as a piece of Dino sh...
Categories:
foreword, history, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Foreword: This is one of the first poems I put to paper.
A golden pristine morning,
breaks across an endless sea of night,
And drifting through the burning haze
of breathlessness
I see a stranded man mirrored in the waters of time
Searching for, and to find his heavens shores
In the midst of this hellish sea
A battle rages tween sanity and sea as the sun blisters the day
But alas as the mirror meets the horizon
His heaven becomes a reality
And he is born into his spirituality
Never to thirst again.
Categories:
foreword, sea, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
[Foreword: spring in the UK is delightful
But it isn’t all sunshine and roses!]
***
’tis a word, oft heard, for March, April, May
The crocus enlivens the woodland way
’twas not to be seen only yesterday
Spring is the word that the birds sing today
Weeping the willow tickles the ripples
The angler most keen swigging Scots tipples
For frost isn’t distant there on the bank
Yet Bream ’neath the branches dance flank to flank
A tail on a golf ball, this is the wren
As an old friend, good to see him again
Venture in sweater to fend sneeze and cough
Yet should the breeze drop, the sweater is off
’tis a word, oft heard, for March, April, May
Spring is the word that the birds sing today
***
11 March 2021
Contest: Breath of Spring
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
foreword, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
Confession made to hurt the girl you love.
Too much regrets that’s not to be proud of.
A scandalous affair that breaks her trust.
It’s all because he can’t contain his lust.
Perhaps he took a chance a time before.
Too bad that only got him wanting more.
“To be, or not to be”, a famous quote
By Will, by will, he slowly wrote by note
That death’s never the right answer to this.
With hopes of finding love, there may be bliss
Through all the pain, the man will move forward
To find the true woman, from this foreword.
Never forget who’s real or not my friends.
Don’t be the one that tries to make amends.
Categories:
foreword, betrayal, deep, fantasy, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Here comes a word,
A word that cuts as a sword,
You could have heard it’s foreword,
From a songbird or a ladybird,
But I renew your memory,
Of the rocks in our eyes.
I will whisper, mime or even shout,
If this will bring attention,
Prevention and intervention,
Of this hurting, pinching rock,
Preventing the shutting of eyelid,
For the rock is in the eye.
The monster is taking shapes,
octagon,
Will take you for a marathon,
Not in Babylon but imaginary,
Building unseen houses and castles,
For the rock remains in the eyes.
They press it through the blood,
And power press it by the nose,
Sink it down the belly by mouth
In the hope of rising and firing,
But bears so much detention,
For the rock is still in their eyes.
The pain becomes unbearable,
Tears are flowing freely,
Eyes are shutting truly,
Ooh! Lives are surely ending,
And desperation is now showing,
For the rocks are in the eyes.
Some will end on streets,
Roaming with insanity,
Many will return to infancy,
Mind, speech and deeds,
Others bed partners in jail,
For the rocks are in their eyes.
I will sing a song of desperation,
For the song of joy is gone,
I will lament with no comment,
For the lives that are destroyed,
Man and future squashed,
By the rock that is in the eye.
We all stand accused,
And amused by the situation,
Let’s all get attached,
To save the situation,
We all are getting worried,
By the rock in our eyes.
Dear listener, is there hope?
Will Mary, Stacy and Tracy perish?
No! No! No! We all are afflicted,
But will never ever be defeated,
We will all take positions,
To remove the rock in the eye.
Categories:
foreword, addiction, community, drug, mentor,
Form:
Verse
Alone within a small dark room
Heart racing from impending doom
Just beyond I see a light
I stumble closer to see this sight
A single lightbulb overhead
Reveals a creature sleeping in its bed
The features of it, no one knows
Showing only its eyes, fingers, and toes
The rest is covered by a long black cloak
Dark enough to make my soul choke
Its fingers were long and thin
Like icicles piercing under my skin
Its toes were filth and stench
Causing my eyes to water and my teeth to clench
Its eyes pierced into my heart
With such a great evil as to tear the world apart
This creature also wore a mask
Hiding evil shrewd and devilish task
This mask had fangs white as snow
What place this mask came from, I do not want to know...
As I drew closer to this being
The question grew bigger as to what I was seeing
The beast did not move; did not stir
I reached for its mask, my intentions unsure
Reaching for what lay concealed
So that its true identity could be revealed
I removed the mask, low and behold
What I witnessed made my veins run cold
Lying underneath the mask's place
Was a reflected image of my own face
The creature's eyes burst open
Its razor glare was scoping
It cracked a smile, the light went out
My mind raced with fear and doubt
I lied alone within the dark
Enveloped by everything black and stark
What just happened? What did I see?
Was the face behind the monster actually me?
It was then I realized...
That I had stared into my own eyes
For I was the monster, and he was me
He was my inner darkness for me to see
Alone within this silent room
Heart racing from impending doom
No looking foreword, no looking back
The darkness is out and is on the attack
Categories:
foreword, dark, evil, fear, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
Foreword... the sort of daft rubbish I write in a effort to defeat writer’s block. No attempt to make any sense, just to get words on a page/screen. Normally I end up deleting such garbage... but I kinda like this one.
The Block
There’s a mule in my pool and he’s munching on a carrot
There’s a fool with a rule who is measuring a parrot
There are chicks doing tricks with some pogo sticks
And some ticks eating bricks with their weetabix
There’s a bunny selling honey cos he hasn't any money
And some blokes telling jokes although none of them are funny
There’s a ghost eating toast spreading butter with a rifle
And a fellow with some jello cos he’s gonna make a trifle
I got some goats in the post they came through my letter box
I got a present from a peasant, it’s a pair dirty socks
There’s a big hole in my bucket, now you know what made me chuck it
And it landed on the parrot so I think I’m gonna pluck it
So I find I’m writing stuff about a hamster in a frock
Cos it came as quite a shock when I got this writers block
But my back’s against the wall, I’ll write anything at all
’til I unlock the block and I write something really cool
Categories:
foreword, nonsense, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Foreword: My regular radio station recently
held a phone in show on the subject of
Veganism... The following was inspired by
some of the more colourful callers.
Purely for fun, no maliçe intended... Your Honour
Vegans, Damned Vegans
He sneered when he called me an animal
He frowned when he called me a cannibal
He called me a killer and said I’m misguided
I shouldn’t eat meat because HE had decided
His pompous decision was so single minded
I showed him my fist... the fight was one sided
For pulses and beans were all he had eaten
So one little tap and the fellow was beaten
I looked in the mirror and made a big grin
Examined my mouth and the canines therein
For tearing up meat, we got them in pairs
Was that evolution or the big man upstairs
Why ever we got them, got them we did
Some people file them or keep them well hid
If your God designed them then that’s problem solved
Unless you deny the way you’ve evolved
If there was a vote which the vegans then won
There’d be a surplus, I hope they have fun
When we give all the vegans their very own gun
To shoot all the cows, it would need to be done
The chicken, the turkey and also the sheep
Superfluous now, so no need to keep
Thanks to the vegans they’ll all come a cropper
I hope that those vegans are good with a chopper
But just to show willing I thought I might try it
I put myself on a strict vegan diet
A vegan for breakfast, a vegan for lunch
A vegan whenever I fancy a munch
But one irate vegan went off the deep end
He seemed a bit miffed that I’d eaten his friend
But quitting my diet soon silenced his moans
I’ve stopped eating vegans... too many bones
Categories:
foreword, food, society,
Form:
Rhyme