Best Moderately Poems
why is it I never in my life gave cadence as to critic another poets work
yet they find it perfectly acceptable to rate my own submissions
they aren't Jesus they don't walk on water so why should I bother with them
some are intellectualized wandering wizards others need attention like a baby
there I gave you your treat so wander back to your warm spot and shut your mouths
it doesn't help me when you crtic it just makes me think of what a perfect ass you are
going off someone cause of stupid grammattical errors we can't take it with us when we die
they themselves are mister perfect never doing anything wrong
see positive enforcement strengthens the heart where as negativity brings you down
plus who are they anyways:
Stay optimistic, even if you're
facing a set back. There are
many stages we go through in
our lives, but we manage, to get
back, on track. All good things
are possible, if you have
confidence in yourself and do as
much as you can. No one has
accomplished anything, in one day,
there has to be, a plan! Establishing
a routine, takes time, but it can lead
to many big opportunities, down the
road. At this point, you're bound to
find a way, to unburden, your heavy
load!
Let the good times outshine the bad times
Let the laughter drown out the tears
Let the light chase away the darkness including all your fears...
Turn your pain into strength and smile for you are alive, making all things possible but only possible if you try.
The critic is the frustrated wannabe who picks at others to compensate for his insecurities and to boost his delusions of grandeur. Most are moderately adequate poets at best and find it pleasurable to take it out on those who have some talent….Leave them on the “ignore” shelf.
Categories:
moderately, anxiety, art,
Form:
Free verse
*Niafalls, the****** Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
***Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
****Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from **blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There **corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in***** ‘One Million Years B.C.’
****Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
****Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
**Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now **bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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***I have used: Personification, Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :
* Personification and Portmanteaus ** Alliteration *** Metaphor ****Simile
***** Hyperbole ******Antiope
Some of the phrases are Alliteration as well as simile and metaphor.
September 14, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Second Place Win
Designed by Device : Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
moderately, nature,
Form:
Personification
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Categories:
moderately, christian, food,
Form:
Light Verse
Admirable Almights all I ask appreciatively allow me to attain,
be beyond bourgeois breeding ballads for the brain.
Create colloquialisms that cast competently into chimeras,
directing dramatists with doubtful determinations to
delightful dactylic discriptions.
Edible expressions that exite eyes and ears,
by freely forming a firm fire you'll flog any frigid forlornness fear.
God glorifies the good, my given gift Godsent thee,
my hardihood's husky, heart hungover with honesty.
I inscribe impenetrable insights, my individuality's
inanimate without improvisation,
other jaws jabber jargon jokingly, my journalistic journey's
like Jesus's justifications.
I know to keep with Christ a close kinship,
lie low then leap to light life is limited.
Maturing moderately I molded motives to mentally
manufacture music,
now naturally notions are necessary, abnormal novelistic natuarlist.
It's obvious this optimist ovulates obscure poetic offsprings,
perception pastel's perfectly personify the pen pusher's
potentcy passionately.
You're quasi qualified like Franz Kafka no question,
respectable written reflection ramble rampant even while resting.
Some scorn and show sentiment towards sonnets I've
scriptured successfully,
the toungue-tied troubadour tallies towering totals of
synchronized terms intentionally.
My untimatum is ultimately unrivaled when using unbreakable
utensils,
my voice vibrates vigorously, visionary with a victorious view.
Why waste what you wrote, wake up, wonder in a writer zone,
poems have vibes like a xylophone.
Heart young, yearn for God 365 times a year,
my zodac is wrong, attitude zealous.
Categories:
moderately, art, confusion, family, imagination,
Form:
I am the Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in ‘One Million Years B.C.’
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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March 15, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Eighth Place Win
Contest What Am I by PD
I have used: Personification,Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :
Categories:
moderately, metaphor, nature, places, women,
Form:
Free verse
Niagara, the Antiope* of Canada,
Amazonian*, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch* in ‘One Million Years B.C.’*
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze*,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries*, Mars in Pisces*.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit*,
Encircling the wooing Windsor*,
Yet the Blithe spirit of *Pelee Island.
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*Antiope is a figure from Greek mythology. She was the only Amazon
known to have married. Daughter of Ares and sister to
Melanippe and Hippolyte.
*The Amazons (Greek: ?µa???e?, Amazónes, singular ?µa???, Amazon)
are a nation of all-female warriors in Classical and Greek mythology. ...
These warrior women is said to have one or no breasts
*Scythian noblewoman, 4th century BC The women's tombs found
near Ordzhonikidze yielded several examples of war-gear for women
warriors.
Name of the actress-" One Million years B.C." name of the Hollywood movie
*Venus in Aries and Mars in Pisces (It is astrological interpretations
for beauty and Strength respectively)
*Pelee Island where three oceans meet in ONT-Canada
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Seventh Place win in:
Contest: Free Your Mind sponsored by Chris Aechtner
Categories:
moderately, women,
Form:
Free verse
METICULOUS
Thom Love Pruett – his effect on absolutely
everyone around him –
Impeccably dressed
Moderately slight in stature and weight
With features suggesting a certain hauteur and
With promise of shrill snippiness should he
be upset
His expectations of those close enough to
converse are maniacal
And apply equally to self
Things have a definite love of geometry
Yes! A geometry of things but
Just things like
A bathroom towel how it hangs just so
The kitchen cupboard all things at proper
Interval and height
You name it
Seldom, though, does Thom Love consider
flesh
another’s feelings
One might ask – how can such an outright
consistent prig have friends?
Well neat-freak Thom Love (never just
Thom) holds aces in the monetary and
political game
If you pucker up your ass-kissing lips and
do so with a loving smile
Thom Love might, so called, set-you-up
He rules the Pruett Tower with a strong
but latex-gloved hand
And you’d best be dressed with conservative
Care
Lest Thom Love – known secretly as Pru –
will assume his awful prune wrinkled
dried apricot stare
Blame it on his childhood house –
A dwelling of three odd souls –
Where all was in dusty dirty array -
dinner dishes stacked by a greasy sink
floors caked with brown stain
did I mention they had many cats?
nothing thrown away – books
magazines stacked high
windows grayed from tobacco smoke
I could go on and on
Well at 21 Thom Love came
into an inheritance
from a sane deceased member
of the Pruett clan
After his parents died in a house fire
He vowed to put all around him in proper
(geometric) orders
Should you run into Thom Love
He’ll not shake your hand but
Examine your clothes your studs your
glasses your watch with gleaming eyes
Dave Austin
Categories:
moderately, people,
Form:
Free verse
Niagara, the Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in ‘One Million Years B.C.’
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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Seventh Place winner in
Contest: Free jewels of the Crown
Categories:
moderately, nature,
Form:
Lyric
New Years Day 2016
And the Luck of The Black Eyed Peas
Written: by Tom Wright
Jowl and black eyes with crackling corn bread,
This once a year meal is entrenched in my head.
This yearly ritual is said to bring good fortune,
To believe, or not, I always eat a good portion.
I admit that for this repast I’m not overly crazed,
And would favor a good sirloin, moderately brazed;
But again, on New Year’s table, Peas will enhance,
While not subscribing to luck, why take a chance?
As far back as memory takes me in childhood,
With a few exceptions, this has been my New Years Day meal.
Habits ingrained in youth, seldom change.
Tom
Categories:
moderately, food, future, new years
Form:
Couplet
Eight years since I picked up a drink,
rock bottom hit me
as hard as a wall-
I’ve had ninety-six months to reflect and think,
but before you run you
have to learn how to crawl.
There’s no cure for addiction, I had an allure for affliction-
Healing comes in time when you surrender the prescription.
Without the desire to swallow a pill,
without the craving of feeling desperate,
I’ve realized the only
space I needed to fill,
was the hole where I was inconsiderate.
Eight years since I carried selfish greed,
not thinking about my
daughter in her youth-
I wasn’t there for her every little need,
I regret that everyday…
...honest to God truth.
Letting go of my fears filled my soul with crimson tears-
Pleading for atonement brought my faith back in each moment.
There’s no cure for a hard habit to break,
just a choice to stay in remission-
So many hard steps I have had to take,
and taken many a walk into submission.
My fears washed away-
the night has given me day.
Healing comes in time when
you understand it’s only God’s way.
Through faith and prayer I’ve learned to care
about myself and the ones whom I hurt badly-
Life isn’t whole with an addicted soul,
and the depth of honesty I’ve learned…sadly.
Eight years since I left my old life,
time flies,
yet yesterday seems so near-
Now I focus on being a good mother and wife,
and bestow my serenity to...
...those I hold dear.
Eight years ago today was the beginning of
my wonderful life. I suffered from addiction for
many years and fought hard and overcame so
many obstacles. Sure, I have regrets but more
joy to fill the hole I used to have in my heart.
I was 29 when I got sober and I am grateful I
was so young. Now I have the rest of my life
to live healthy, moderately and happily...
May God bless the afflicted...
March 7, 2017
Categories:
moderately, addiction, courage, depression, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Taste me when you taste success.
Pour me in an empty crystal glasses.
Put me on table with those pink petals.
I am the finest among those heavy metals.
Occasionally drank in a celebration,
Wildly abused result to temptation.
Moderately taken is what should be…
Strength of hypnotism is so like me.
I can be a friend and a serial killer.
Drink me eternity and I’ll give a thriller.
Worst things happen if you indulge me,
Imagine you badly pained because of me.
Just to remind you that I’m not a shrink.
Problems won’t fade if you made me a drink.
Drink me finely whenever you like…
Learn to control not indulge me in your pike.
Categories:
moderately, abuse,
Form:
Personification
I killed the earth last night,
with my unregistered gun and I joined
rich men with toupees, and backbones
of little boys.
I killed the earth last night,
by bringing my .38 caliber to school.
Bang. Bang.
I killed the earth, and danced to the tune of
slam,
the bodies falling to the ground.
A little boy carrying a man’s weapon.
I killed the earth last night,
and I saw it coming but wanted five more minutes of peace.
I killed it by selling underage girls
while hiding it underneath cat calls from heckling men, or
by paying more attention to moderately priced sales for
televisions,
Ipads, and
Iphones
on Black Friday,
made from workers in China on a dollar fifty an hour wage.
I killed the earth last night,
and brought it home to mom as it slowly shriveled away.
She put it outside, saying the blood would get everywhere
and out here, no one would see it.
I killed the earth last
while us sheep bask in the bashful sun,
with a back drop of man aided acid rain, I blissfully
killed the earth.
I killed the earth today,
by deporting babies born in the state,
to save money while political leaders like
Donald Trump,
Vladimir Putin, and
Paul Ryan
bestow upon themselves millions of dollars
while us sheep bask in the sunlight.
I killed the earth last night,
by not allowing Syrian refugees into the country,
and I became a slave to the hallucination that genocide isn’t real.
I killed the earth last night with police brutality.
I killed Tamir Rice,
Michael Brown, and
Travon Martin.
I shot them because of the color of their skin,
and took a slap on the wrist and cried.
I killed the earth last night with nuclear bombs.
I shot down a plane last night,
was it an acquaintance or a friend?
I bombed a gas station last night,
only to gain money for myself,
while telling the sheep to do back-flips, telling them to
follow the other sheep basking in the sun.
Baa.
Baa.
Black sheep.
The black sheep will help us all.
But I killed the world last night.
I wish I never hit snooze.
12/11/2015
Elizabeth Marlo Cabrera
Categories:
moderately, america, conflict, culture, earth,
Form:
Blank verse
Teach 'Your' child to be at times "ADAMANT",
Yet don't forget to instil in 'Him' the inclination towards "BENEVOLENCE",
Don't let 'His' values just always be "COMPLIANT",
Introduce 'Him' to refusals and the bold "DEFIANCE".
Bring to 'Him' the facts of 'Practical' World but nurture 'Him' to be moderately "EMOTIONAL",
What all 'He' does, inculcate in 'Him' the very needed "FORBEARANCE",
Fix 'His' trust, but do check 'Him' being "GULLIBLE",
Establish in 'His' mind to listen to 'His Conscience' when faced with "HESITANCE".
Teach 'Him' 'Winning hearts' but not as if "INVADED",
Challenge 'Yourself': Make 'His' presence a matter of "JUBILANCE",
Inject 'Him' with the attitude of winning for which others need not be "KICKED"!
'His Success' ought not to be on else's grave; instead should emit "LUMINANCE".
Don't teach 'Him' to tell lies; but tell 'Him' when just to "MOULD",
Imbue 'Him' with the responsibility of raising 'His Voice' but also make 'Him' learn life saving "NEGLIGENCE",
Make 'Him' aware 'We all perish', but 'Heart' is something that never gets "OLD",
Teach 'Him' 'Sweat'; Convince 'Him'- 'One's dreams always stay alive in his course of "PERSISTENCE"'.
Transform 'Him' to be an ideal for all in 'His' four "QUADRANTS",
Entreasure in 'Him' the wealth of cherishable "REVERENCE",
Implant in 'Him' the significance of the word "SIGNIFICANCE",
Infuse in 'Him' the strength and courage to face any "TURBULENCE".
Teach 'Him' to be an 'Orator' arguing the wrong with "UTTERANCE",
Inscribe on 'His' mind 'One's greatest enemy is none but "VENGEANCE"',
Make 'Him' learn others' abilities and be their success' "WITNESS",
Also make 'Him' learn that 'True Heroism' is in being your own and not in "XEROXANCE".
Teach 'Him' to smile in pain, and rise after fall,
But don't forget to imbue 'Him' with a sense to control 'His' "YEARNANCE",
Teach 'Him' well, but help 'Him' to be a Human, above all,
You, the 'teacher' ; Your child's battlefield 'Your School':
Help Yourself and Your child reach your goals teaching 'Him' the never ending "ZEALOUSNESS"....
Categories:
moderately, care, children, class, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
MY REMINDER
Roy Mokoena
Silence at night, shadows in the dark streets.
The blue skies lit by the twinkling silver-stars.
Noiseless, only the gentle ticks of the clock.
Alone in the beachfront, I admired the roll of the waves in the North Sea, it created a good music,
the magnificent composition with emotive lyrics.
Pure and moderately soft, so was the sound.
It raised my ears, I bent down (chin to the chest)
my eyes lowered with tears, I cried my lungs out.
Eye-fluids rolled down and down my toenails,
My feet plunged in wetland, trapped in the mud,
unable to walk but able to move, I was helpless.
With my wings widely spread, I shouted a plea.
You came to my rescue, responded to my call.
Your presence, good riddance to my loneliness.
Your support reawakened me, Im now living.
Your consolation cured my wounds, I can walk.
I recovered from the feeling of being lost,
The Le good life in me, you planted it.
The smile you brought, hath reshaped my face!
You made me love again- You're my reminder!
Categories:
moderately, angel, art, best friend,
Form:
Romanticism
In ninety thirty nine
German tanks rolled over my country
Many have died
The strongest were killed first
For they offered most resistance
Meanwhile Stalin supposedly our allay
Had thousands of elite Polish officers killed
We were left with nothing
Dictatorship prized obedience
Only moderately aggressive I fit in
Not knowing the horrors of the war and after
Not knowing
How hard my parents struggled
To put food on the table
Ignorance is bliss
I heard wonderful stories about America
Why did they make up those stories?
Said by rich tourists who did not see beneath the façade
Thought obedience and submission
I was not ready for rat race
Having unusual first name
Did not help in Poland
Nor America
Other Polish people fighting for scraps
From America’s table
Betrayed me
Smartest were persecuted the most
Athletes were spared sometimes
Hypocrisy ruled
The language came slowly
I still don’t know how to spell
And in any case to me it makes little sense
Now the new war came
I’ feel sorry for my countrymen going to war
As I feel sorry for Americans
It seems United States finally met enemy like themselves
Whoever wins I will lose
But my voice will not be silenced
Even if I like the silence
Trapped like bird in a cage
My vision will never form
I’m not even sure
If I still have one
But if this small quantum of solace
This tiny chance
Will come true
My vision will be formed
Will I be king?
Who gives this wretched world?
The monster it deserves
Or will I seek peace
In harmony with this which in this world is beautiful
Either way the choice will be mine
Categories:
moderately, feelings, , cute,
Form:
Free verse