Best Mutate Poems
When leaves in whispers say goodbye
With a hint of autumn’s sun rise
Once of vibrant life to mutate
In combat with the chilling eve.
Soon to waltz within heartless breath
When leaves in whispers say goodbye
From mighty mother trees shaking
In fall’s perpetual cycle.
No more gathering of morns dew
Within the mist that spoils the view
When leaves in whispers say goodbye
Dressed in colours of red and gold.
Another seasonal imprint
Scurrying along woodland’s chase
Driven by swirling artful winds
When leaves in whispers say goodbye.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
mutate, nature,
Form:
Quatern
Rambling around, gardens greet us,
faint scents permeate the air.
Late sunflowers start to hang their heads,
crinkled celosia "cristata" adorn haughty patches,
while blue Agapanthus demand queen reign.
In wooded areas once green, all color mutate:
ash turns to yellow, maple delights in red,
while dogwood almost precious pink.
Nature in Fall gives us her best.
Categories:
mutate, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
We dream of peace on Earth; what is this peace
we yearn and pray for in our life? We think
of days when wars no longer threaten- cease
our actions to enjoy our freedom’s link
to all God-given rights of man of Earth.
To live democracy as it should be;
each person has an equal chance from birth
to live without the fear of fight, or flee.
Perhaps we’re not evolved enough to greet
that deep within we are no different than
wild species that engage in fights to eat,
or claim their space- ingrained since time began.
We pray these steadfast patterns, left behind-
instilled in us back in the ancient past,
will mutate to a higher level, find
more God-like ways to deal, make peace at last.
Though many live their days in harmony
with peace and love- the center of their goals,
world leaders bear the cross of keeping free
all nations from disastrous wars and tolls.
This dream of peace, perhaps not in your life
or mine- will this grand miracle ensue?
But still, we march, endure the stress and strife,
and pray that peace on Earth someday is true.
Categories:
mutate, hope, peace, prayer, war,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan!
Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!
It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your fever breaks!
Dear Charma, you've got snow! make an ice-pack!
it's almost halftime!...... then I'll be back!
And if you grow weary of my attitude!
I'll level a few notches, and be a sweet dude!
The Ref blew his whistle!.... #4 is quite grand!
our sinking tag-poem is back on dry land!
So without much ado!
no need for a chorus!
I tag you my friend, Miss Culverhouse! Please Doris!
(Phyllis tagged John, John tagged DaneAnn, DaneAnn tagged Charmaine, Charma tagged me! and I tag Doris!)
Categories:
mutate, funny
Form:
Limerick
7/22/21
People continuing to show hate
As if they themselves are so great
While the planet continues to rotate
Boy you need a lot more than Colgate
You thought it did, but it carried no weight
Don't make me, or I'll put you in yo place
The evidence will be difficult to locate
Only got 24 so I poured up some twenty fours
Ready for many more
It's been a deadly war
Pulled through with tremendous force
While I weathered any storms
The answers to such questions, is like seeking an endless source
People continuing to act fake
In good or bad shape
Dealing with another backache
Life will give and it shall take
Let's get the facts straight
Life moves at a fast pace
Don't end up in last place
In this giant rat race
Why have they
Continued to act that way
Been another bad day
Empty bottles and an ashtray
The same old pathway
Could just never keep it all at bay
It's been revolting
As life continues unfolding
After the whole thing
Not just a gold ring
Yet it always ends up being an ice cold drink
Empty or a full drink
Be bold or sink
Who am I kidding, I always got one, like it's a cool thing
What the f*** am I really doing?
Who am I truly fooling?
Why am I always smoking and boozing?
Winning and losing
At times it is or isn't amusing
As death is always looming
Underneath objects in the sky zooming
In space matter devoured by black holes that keep consuming
Regardless of if we once were schoolmates
It's all been a wild goose chase
People still being two faced
Calling others a fruitcake
Let me give ya'll a news break
I'm going to get much more than a few scrapes
While above and below sluice gates
Having a wallet and safe full of bills with a blue face
Still traveling through space
Got rid of the evidence, no need for a suitcase
Those that give and others who take
Coming in rough, obscure or smooth shapes
Close to estates that grew grapes
In order to make
Wine all the time, before it's all too late
Before it's all too late
What's getting accomplished if always you wait?
I'm going to continue to mutate
Getting it done before the due date
Otherwise it all would be a huge waste
Categories:
mutate, dark, deep, life, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Why does the swirly train of dancing spirits speak to me,
on nights when my voice grows weary?
Where does the pain of breathing lay?
I, the fever that holds strength and weakness in one bone,
shadow and light carving chaos onto hidden stones.
Tonight, I watch the swelling spirit speak,
in foreign neon lights possessing my need for sleep,
grasping onto this pair of lungs and rewriting heavenly dreams.
What does my blood know of the sky of fireflies,
glazed in colors of green,
when all the blues I’ve bled were left in a cerulean sea?
I’ve watched living pieces wilt on thriving trees,
yet the moon weeps for a thread of water
to fall on a silvery breeze.
Would you wonder where the earth would kiss me first,
soon after I rest six feet under its warm embrace?
When the limbs of the sun can no longer crawl
their way up my winding waist,
will your fire mutate through the silent soils?
Do the sins on your skin ache to speak of my heart,
while healing was never my piece of art?
So do as you must—if the clouds aren’t what the stars desire,
the waves will weave the clutter you conspire.
Categories:
mutate, anger, angst, anxiety, art,
Form:
Free verse
The world, a place dreamt perfect, orderly and friendly
Graced and paced, hospitable to both brave and cowardly
The timid forced turgid, the brave at times feeble and shake
At the forces from the four poles, leaving their lives at stake
The tell tale of the noble as the only capable to cope forces all
To quickly mutate into beings that can conquer and hell in stroll
You and I, apostles stemmed on great doctrine that constitutes
Making the world better and better, indorsing the ancient platitudes
We`re awed and perplexed by perspective of the world depending
On the side that we fall, the pessimist or unrelenting
With every rise of the sun, a chance to choreography
And perfect authentic living, whether it ends in tidings or catastrophe
As the light dims every day, conscience deems us gutless or valiant
Therefore with every breathe, comes an effort for a man to prove gallant
Categories:
mutate, deep, planet,
Form:
Sonnet
Dangling on a string in his underwear
Looking ridiculous and without flair
Tempting fate on a simple silly dare
Without a hint of worry or a care
Blissfully too ignorant to beware
Lest he falls flat on his fat derriere
Can he be so dumb blindly unaware
So quickly thrills can mutate to a scare
Giggles quick to vanish into thin air
An evening of fun can turn to nightmare
I swear he hasn't got in hell a prayer
Someday somehow somewhere I do declare
I’ll throw up my arms in total despair
He's a lost cause of blatant laissez-faire
Can you believe our friend's a millionaire
Don't you agree that life is so unfair
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on January 10, 2019
Categories:
mutate, crazy, life, money, nonsense,
Form:
Monorhyme
China laws philosophy…
Evil guts explained for evil moods. Much and more are tyrant wills. Easy bounces are Taiwan ways and wills. Taiwan peoples favored are peace. Muster one and gather all would be Taiwan forces.
Mutate life is times that changes. Solid laws are names that rules. Make our best efforts to build a better state.
Come expository teaching all may calm as laws.
China violent all are leader hearts. Fierce and cruel run the bloody worlds. Poses of Maoism get to lie to Marxism means. Equal laws should previous and pioneers all for china peoples. Powers must to you and toward U.S.D (humble workers).
Speak so stern and means to kill or oppressed some noble hearts that fight against commie by thoughts and speech. All enforced are martial laws are evil wills. So retained the truths our peoples need the rights. Cast our lights are better ways. China ways and laws are strict but wrong.
Literary persecutions all are china tyrant sins. China laws cohere needs are must for human rights.
COHERENTISM ways have cohered principals rater than abrupt china laws. MATERIALISM functions are central nervous. Most of all for peoples feels must be good. That is ways to china peoples. States are for peoples and with peoples and to peoples. Strongest laws should all with rations best to all. Rational psychology needs our views of breadth. Empirical says or rationalism both is rights. Laws and ways are both are forms reformed.
All our worlds may test by senses.
All our laws may call by cohered reasons that good to country peoples that come to best of earth. Natural laws have natural lights. Social treaties all are need abided.
Materialism equates our worlds of things and stuffs.
Who is who as only ideas? What is what as only ways?
However laws and matters all must exists even we are finished.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
Categories:
mutate, betrayal,
Form:
ABC
Omicron
He has arrived
to eat the ignorant
a few cells mutate
more intelligence
than the masses
who murder their neighbors
since when have truck drivers
become virologists?
Categories:
mutate, abuse, america, character, death,
Form:
Couplet
Wonder how many poetry-gods or language-gods
They distort or disfigure the poem to their whims.
What are the uses of the Standard Forms of Poetry
If each one of us wants to be the creator of rules.
One demands there should be no punctuation
Other says I am strict about the punctuation.
Still other commands less or more syllables
I wonder it tests the taste of creative writers
Than the rules permit in forms of poetry.
At the same time ignores the rule of Capital
Breaking the rules of grammar and forms.
I wonder if it is to satisfy one’s ego
Still I am searching the logic behind this change.
Still other not certain of syllable rules
Puts a blog to learn the rules of others
Instead of giving benefit of doubt
And claims that he is very strict about it.
A time may come when there will be sonnets
Of 1 line to any length and haiku of one syllable.
First lesson we learn of the grammar and
The forms of poetry are fast overlooked.
Tell me if it is not the rape of the poetry.
Please my fellow poets-in-pens and quills
Don’t mutate the poetry that is our passions
Inspirations, emotions, feelings and what not.
She is the food of our thoughts and passions
Be gentle, tread softly on that lovely road.
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Second Place winner
Contest: Your Free Word Precept – In Honor of John Freeman
Categories:
mutate, time,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle: Stringent laws only serve to constrict the heart to hate
For all Eric Garners who went down breathless
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
“Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen Dann ist die Erde schön”
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate
Yea put the blame on the Maker too for making world rotate
Way we’re all made contend we not for the one an’ same bone
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
Some people who on this earth set foot much too late
Still hope to displace take and hold on to what others earn
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate
Those who love to lick the chokehold sweat mostly gravitate
To the force that arms preserve till eternity burns in urn
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
All that happens be it not the changes wrought by climate
If the winds just blew one single way will none ever moan
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate
Everything happens way it does to keep from kicking planet
Sans white or black beauty nor butt we’ll all die of boredom
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
mutate, racism, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
Madame Sosostris, the leaves are running away
With the springtime wind, into the University café,
Mr. Scogan, what prophesy of apocalypse do you bring?
The grass smells oh! so fresh and green
Budded with cupidity and sin,
In shadow behind the lamp,
Tent pitched beneath a Portabello mushroom,
On your ear lobe is that an earring?
These mushrooms grow in the air from Hamadan,
While you examine a cemented palm print
On the footwalk of Stars embedded in archaic senility,
What, after all, is your Machiavellian plan?
Eye huge behind the magnifying glass,
Sinister, these fates of March,
‘Perhaps there is something in it after all’
Otherwise, why have the cacti mutated so?
We cannot help but oversimplify,
Decimation follows the metric system,
Is uniform, total and immediate,
Decimation does in turn itself mutate.
Ashes radiate ashes to create a wasteland
Shrunken ovaries, ululating uterus
As rheumy eyes keep shrewd watch for the Holy Grail
On a spec of dust in the universe.
Categories:
mutate, life, people, philosophy, universe,
Form:
Blank verse
Read me,
As the words begin to dance, vacillating bewilderedly.
Without knowing who and where, or even when,
Foolishly stepped out, to meet a kind
The kind with bitter, chunderous, nature.
Kind, very kind without a doubt.
A warm, contrasting view of this being
4 limbs, 2 faces, steps out to greet me,
With its soft, frail hand,
I pity the misunderstood, as rumours mutate
And transmogrify, smothering the barbarous reality
It smiled at me with one face
While the truth is
I set out to meet something different
Something much different,
Something noxious, oppressive being entitled
To authoritarianism, ideology and power
But it wasn’t here.
Or at least not yet
Categories:
mutate, allusion, people, planet, power,
Form:
Free verse
I received different strokes from different folks,
On my criticism on verse and forms of poetry
I know for certain, the critics are legless creatures
Who have the tendencies to teach others how to walk.
For which I had no intention at all to pass with credit.
First stroke, don’t take this as a class of dummies
Trying to play professor P than this not for you
I intend if my followers can write a poem as I wish.
If this is too much, pass it on, allow others to write.
Second stroke, I don’t need a PhD degree
Don’t ask to mutate poetry; I am on a quest to do,
Even if us younger folk bastardize some forms.
I am an egoist, I can live that.
If I allow free poetry, I am the one raping the poetry
I am not forcing people to write, pass it on if you wish.
For the sake of expressing my thoughts on targets general
Knowing if artists followed the rules, still be banging on pots.
I have passed through these all, but not passed out yet.
If i am still not within passing level, my apologies, folks.
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Fourth Place win in
Contest : Pass by Paula Swanson
Categories:
mutate,
Form:
Free verse