Best Gargling Poems
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26.07.2019
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Categories:
gargling, beauty, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Please keep me from falling
I’m a hair on your head.
Don’t leave me some morning
All alone on our bed.
Don't let me be parted
Or removed from my roots.
Please keep me from falling
To be trampled by boots.
Don’t take me out swimming
But left floating behind.
Gargling in a pool drain
I would find most unkind.
If I should live to be
Your last hair when you're dead
I’ll drop in the coffin
To curl up by your head.
Categories:
gargling, death, humorous, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Minions,
determine little creatures
In the wide screen
That stir lots of trouble with their funny little slurs
Don’t know if they are his or hers
They look like yellow Hot Tamales jelly beans
Wearing little blue bebe overalls
that are always clean
Tiny little hands and feet
black gloves and shoes
They are always full of motion
Gargling sounds
feeling free
Between their little face goggles they wear
Their only difference is one or two big eyes
Excursion to who knows where
Their slapstick-infused shenanigans little Minions
In the spotlight dancing
Believe me!
That keep the little ones entranced and in their seats
They wiggle and they giggle
when the Minion wants
Ba….na….na!!!
I wonder what they dream
If they drive each other bananas
Determine little creatures
in the wide screen
Ba….na….na!!!
2/25/2016
Categories:
gargling, funny,
Form:
Free verse
1. Always aspiring to authentic answers
2. Belief begins, only to end
3. Calls the crow, 'never, to'
4. Drifting like October leaves
5. Falling upwards, death is alive
6. Gargling, bleating, cawing birth
7. Haul the young into the hall
8. Jaded cribs reluctantly nurse
9. Lemon-sour hope gently sweetened
10. May's pastel caress heals yesterday's recall
11. Once, seasons ... now regrown faith
12. Promises to breach, ideas to rebuild
13. Returning the world not unreal, the
14. White Witch of Amherst guiding through
15. Young hearts revive again.
for A Litany of Poetry Devices contest
1. alliteration 2. internal rhyme 3. allusion 4. simile 5. oxymoron 6. onomatopoeia 7. homphone 8. personification 9. metaphor 10. assonance 11. ellipsis 12. antithesis 13. litote 14. metonymy 15. synecdoche
also written in ABC form.
Categories:
gargling, allusion, assonance, hope, onomatopoeia,
Form:
ABC
That one lost their tongue
somewhere along the way
long ago, the sound,
doesn’t come out the same
anymore, so they roll it up
like a carpet containing
a nakedly dead body
of blunt words
like unplucked violins
untuned to how it all
really works
begging to be heard,
and the flowery prose,
purple and bruised
like over-ripe fruit
teeth rottingly sugary sweet,
is now seen
day-in-and-night-out,
struggling with ease
way too much
like madness overgrown,
the dense overgrowth
of language unspoke
hides glittering gems
blushing shamefully
more exquisite than
the now daily averies
all penned in babel
that flow in glass jarring
anticipated patterns
of suffocating
paisley prose,
the simple beauty
in the plainly spoke,
never again
to be seen nor heard,
the mercurial metaphors
birdfeed scattered
to the begging migrations
of petulant bluebirds
naughty nightingales
honey trapping
wet-beaked hummingbirds
all beating hearts
with their wild wind flapping,
tossing sticks and stones
to those tongue thirsty
kiss lapping, lap dancing
love parched, gargling
swallows
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Categories:
gargling, muse,
Form:
Free verse
At school I must have been naive,
for I was told I must achieve.
Add up, subtract even divide,
equations, algebra must be tried,
Nouns, verbs I had to learn,
adjectives were my concern.
In French we should pronounce our ‘R’s’
By making gargling sounds that purrs!
In geography I learnt of places,
of different people with different faces.
In science the Bunsen Burner reigned,
‘twas Latin though I mostly feigned.
We had PE and sports of course,
but rugby I wanted to divorce,
where Neanderthals often preyed
on smaller boys just too afraid.
Health and Safety didn’t figure,
in playground games revered with vigour.
Conker’s, marbles, a cricket ball,
never ever mattered at all.
We went to school in spite the weather,
wasn’t shut for snowfalls ever!
You ate your lunch despite the taste,
for we were not allowed to waste!
Teachers parade in a black cape,
to which there was just no escape.
Lining up where nothing’s spoken,
the fear meant no silence broken.
We enter class in silence thus
or *caned if you dare make a fuss.
I’m older now, in later years,
I’m not deranged, I fought those fears.
I must admit I wouldn’t swap
my school days for this modern lot,
Where mobile phones now reign supreme,
No thanks I wouldn’t be that keen
* caned was a corporal punishment
Categories:
gargling, childhood, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Half of the world is asleep
And black bellied clouds rest upon the mountains
Sending rain to punish my roof
While heaven complains against the ebony night
Shadows dark as evil sprawl beneath the trees
And lovers laugh, dodging puddles as they run
Gutters gush, gargling the torrent
As half of the world is asleep on rumpled beds
While creatures watch from boughs and burrows
The sycamore slumps beneath the storm
Where a hawk is stranded on a sheltered limb
And streams and brooks boast beyond their bends
The scene is solemn beyond the window
Where rivulets slide, blending into each other like lovers
A glaring bolt slides over the peaks, through the clouds
And the clouds complain about it a moment after
As half of the world is asleep, but not me
I have too much forgetting to do about nights like this
Categories:
gargling, memory, nature, nostalgia, world,
Form:
Free verse
*****;;; *****
l.
tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas of tortured, brick walls
this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful tear ravished by sins doubly committed
by spiked wrists slit by eyes’ deceit on pelted rain,
cracks of tinctured vapors stain these suds not quite acquitted
ll.
still, there are tears robed in delight of embroidered nights
and perching there, radiance’s rafters spin overlapping joy,
swarming the soul with giant suds whitening all whites
as giggles lift cottoned pillows only love’s fullness can buoy
i think of rekindled homes knighted by flutes’ ripeness
where children paddle days virginal without attic of fears
a maze of hoisted jaunts open zipped stars’ need for madness,
in times marinated gingerly sweet by life’s lush beat... such are tears,
they cleanse all. they crawl out of soul’s dual spears.
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(( for HGarvey Daniel Esquire's " Personify a Tear ))
by nette onclaud
Categories:
gargling, introspection, life
Form:
Rhyme
Gargling
Hurling
Glowing
Sprinkling
Gargling, hurling pumice, ash, tephra,
Sprinkling glowing red lava trickle down.
Bursting
Firing
Flushing
Rushing
Bursting, firing red flames, cries, anger
Flushing, rushing lava, passion, power
++++++
Sixth Place win
Contest: Sound of colors by Monterey
Categories:
gargling, natural disasters,
Form:
Tyburn
Gargling, a gargoyle’s groan gulps
From the bilingual blackness of TV,
A clockwork advertisement pulps
Knowledge into your worn mind free
Of charge. Nothing but gobbledegook
Everywhere, an insistent humming bee
And you just volunteered for the hook.
You can’t understand it, but still can see
That it’s appealing. Someone wants it.
We now return you to your film with Mr T,
But subtitled. There’s nothing to do but sit,
enjoy – all else is static - and sweatily agree.
Your mind is a sad wastebasket of re-runs;
Rom-coms galore, dubbed films about keys,
Action films with loud explosions and guns.
Poor translation aside, I enjoy foreign Telly.
Categories:
gargling, adventure, education, history, holiday,
Form:
Verse
senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is a plane in a prism. A pram. Circling. But not a curdled crisp. Boot not a rebooted tooting train. For trains are teams and team is neither a steam locomotive nor a mystified heron on a penny farthing. Part board part hoard and a collapsing crash of hands. Figure a fakery is an idiomatic meaning of a didactic form of unilaterally placed flowers. And the beak says hi. But not before the fire arrives in a bowl of plankton. At noon. In a square. If travelling in a circular ship travel light and only carry one tray, one mug, a beaker, a wheel, and a supernaturally charged frog. Interesting to note how the enhanced forms of wit is involved in intergalactic war games. Playing on a two ton tea towel. Very very heavy. Heavy rock and heavy metal is in a school eating cereal at the back of a classroom. Haha. And the deafening boom of bell brings balls to halls and hallowed singing in a line. Youth yawn yearly. And a little micro dot of a hedgehog plays the bass guitar with a sparrow, a nine foot semi eroded dustbin, a mentally disturbed earwig, a corrupted cucumber, and a non digestible house brick. Wow. Such enlightenment from a factory of frozen peas. Hahaha the wine is in the winds. Hahaha message board secret speaking to a pen. Hahaha number of stolen goods dancing with the police. How apolitical and jar of gold coasting coats. Xxxxx Palladian ponies. Xxxxx geometrical gnome. Xxxxx synchronous swanky swans. X uncharacteristically z z z z z. At 689% of a slice of pear cider. Personified x
Categories:
gargling, april, arabic, art, august,
Form:
Hidden in the many water drops gargling echoes from the dark is why once considered white but now it’s not welcoming death teaching the ground to cry receiving the bad raps it’s not without a cause thoughts memories fly not returning from the land amidst Viking’s no stranger of battle or death’s paws Valkyries’ breath tasting bloody pawns that no longer stand A lovers tattletale in likeness doctors fill their face with lavender talking in famine and war feeding a prophet is but one chore next to the queen’s in power setting in the towers a scavenger
Categories:
gargling, allusion, identity, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
"See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride"
See
The blood of man
drips from his fingers
note the true
Son of Man
No loud crimson
cardinal feathers
gently caressing
psalming minds
No White Hat
nor flag in hand, yet
Purple hearted
when War came
carrying in his
arms crucifixion
nails for bullets
in palms holy human
outstretched
lobbying armies
and splitting sides
dripping red, and
blue bruised, the once
good book holders
debating defense
four seraphim and
their regiments
glistening oily black
misunderstood magi
with their presents
now fierce and hell bent
whirling dervish
baptising all those
heaven sent
dripping their fire
burning gold,
myrrh and frankincense
transfusing the just
the bled out pacifists
now all undressed
Holy Sees truth
for what it means
now all unblessed
the stripping of brides
standing firm
in their pure virginal beliefs
they come hymn singing
riding astride
the four horsemen
caught up in
a marriage
worthy
of an honour guard
attention arching
Apocalypse
The 3 unsealed
slow letters offered
to an aching bride
to freely choose
her husband’s
best side
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"If you close your eyes
and you pick a side
Will you follow blindly
into the darkness?
If you close your eyes
and you pick a side
Will you find yourself
broken and heartless?
In a world on fire,
in a world on fire"
"If in some smothering dreams,
you too could pace
Behind the wagon
that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes
writhing in his face,
His hanging face,
like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear,
at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from
the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer,
bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores
on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell
with such high zest
To children ardent
for some desperate glory,
The old Lie:
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
(excerpt Wilfren Owens -
"Dulce et Decorum Est")
Categories:
gargling, freedom, love, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
A mystical mayhem is a deity left undisturbed. Yet in corrosive eras even a sharp shrapnel can shatter even the most strongest of iron souls. Interesting is it? The formations. The planned plane. The corrosive killers. Plan not a wield upon a shield. And merely hide and lounge behind a base curve. Expect no larger ten weeks of a kip is neither a lay down sausage nor is it an elongated pillow public pillow case. Haha to that. And benign is the duties of the metre long united slumber chain. Symbolised stirring sap syrup should start saving some. And of course a clam giggling and gurgling likes marble gargling in a tentative terminology. Arteries arresting attestation arbitrary are applied apples aren't they? And no beacon blob. And no born booming boiling bonnet. Oh ho ho to that. Now get up you lazy guts and start a curfew curve. Ridgeback dodge ball in a pie is an anagram of wisdom in a shy ping pong ball. And to work is to wound so to work is to want. And the disco ball reflects the antonyms and synonyms against a backdrop of high fluted time gems. Hahahahah synergistic syndrome symmetrically symbolised stirring sap syrup as aforementioned......6%6%6%6%0%0%0%0%00000%800% of a cubic metrical device. Leaping. Of course. Wow. Fantastic. Interesting isn't it and the clan of the world is a good day and night and sweet dreams of the world is full on a trip and the other side is the best thing for the purpose of the world of goo. Choo choo then in a chip shop. Xxxxxx and a hahahahahahahah deviational duties xxxxxxx catalogues cauliflowers carbonated carbohydrates xxxxxxx coniferous clambering clam xxxxxx and an interesting chat emerges from an amateur radio station broadcasting organization xxxxxx feel felony's frailing fleas frying....xxxxx carbonization z z z
Categories:
gargling, anniversary,
Form:
A fried chicken burp can be akin to gargling a pear juice by a slip stream. But do not slip. Or wave with both hands whilst drinking. Dangerous deadly dares derive during demonic demonstrations. And the interjecting spittle from a giant llama. Towering over trees. With the neck stuck in clouds. Very great to watch formation of sky from that angled position. And quite likely to witness unidentified flying crafts. Well so says sloth in the high branches. Great. Fantastical frameworks framing frilly frogs. In ball rooms. Globally. Grin then. Pleasurable synchronization of parade of a wealthier under suit. And wobbling along came the strawberry moose dressed in a tall glass with a creamed cherry hat. Chats away to the dipping spoon. With a triangular shaped mouth. Hahaha derived dog detail. Hahaha wavelength wobbling wonder. Hahaha geranium garden growing growling gates. Hate not a hidden haven. Xxxx hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaophobi a and that's the latest from the p y q at 89.900000.
Categories:
gargling, art, assonance, betrayal,
Form:
ABC