Best Newfangled Poems
A cousin named Chaos have I (he’s not actually my cousin. He’s like my aunt’s stepson, but I guess I can still call him a cousin, right?)
There’s nothing that he will not try (like the day he let all the chickens loose from the coop and they were running like chickens with their heads cut off. Isn’t that an expression or something? Chaos is crazy like those chickens were)
Since he follows no rule (He laughs at me because I try to write perfectly metered limericks and he thinks everyone should just write free and BE free in all they do.)
He got kicked out of school (it was so funny. He set off the fire alarm and all the kids were running every which way, much like those chickens he let loose in his barnyard. Now he is saying he wants to become an anarchist.)
So to anarchy school he’ll apply!
Gosh, he’s right. This limerick sucks. It’s much more fun having no restrictions, just letting my thoughts go anywhere I want them to take me, kind of like stream of consciousness writing or something. Too bad I can’t be all surreal-like, then I might make it into the newfangled modern poetry magazines. Most people don’t even consider limericks to be real poems. DANG it, I feel another one coming on.
Cousin Chaos, I now do hear tell
That you’ve found a new school, so learn well
Your anarchy ways.
In limerick phase
I’ll be stuck while you give people hell.
Crap. Even trying to write like Chaos, I just can’t do it. I just keep conforming to rules of poetry forms like limerick. I just know my cousin will be laughing his chicken head off when he reads this. Yeah, the old chicken motif again. Always relating things together. So much for Chaos! I’m outta here.
Written chaotically last week sometime for contest of same name
Categories:
newfangled, writing,
Form:
Limerick
If I must run for my life, I’m a dead duck
These old worn-out hips will give out quick
Time came when my arthritis was undeniable
When I walk now, I hear my knees click.
I’m thinking I should consider replacements
Those newfangled techniques are superb,
I saw an old lady with brand new hip joints
Kick an unwitting purse snatcher to the curb.
Written September 4, 2022
Categories:
newfangled, fun, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
I love a poem that I can understand,
not tangled threads(obscurity’s dark web),
but glove of silk that slides off Poet’s hand.
Newfangled poetry can have an ebb;
its words can from the shoreline of my mind
recede into their author’s murky sea.
Like birds on splendid wing, the poems the kind
I need are those which sing with clarity!
To soar, a verse best-written is sublime.
To such as this I’m drawn, so I essay
to pour my thoughts on paper, adding rhyme;
then touch them up, succinct in what I say.
How strange I sometimes hours might take to write
a mere fourteen-line sonnet that is trite!
Jan. 23, 2021
for Charlotte Puddifoot's the 'Open Poetry 1' Poetry Contest
Categories:
newfangled, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
EPITOME APOTHEOSIS
Glory Glory
Does she answer to us to bring peace in our world?
You know men are now participants of a new recreation.
Gay sex is prone more than smoking marijuana in the sixties (60s).
They call it getting to know themselves through the quality or state of being sexual.
They say the old adage is for human sexuality to overwhelm homosexuals.
This manifests the most through... pro-sports.
The athlete does not mind being... horsed.
Growing up down South crafted her life.
In that the broken tumbleweeds leave the meadow in midair tolerating the wind until tumbleweeds no longer are there,
A Mississippi child’s insight manifests.
Twisting the mind, they want a woman to observe them.
Facial expression is that this is the newfangled way to intensify your sex drive…
Watching me turn him out makes your womanhood come alive.
Why lessen your pleasure by denying what you feel inside?
The exodus to the North found a fool’s game.
The world became a male’s domain.
As heterosexual women desire heterosexual men, they found all were doing other things.
Insight manifests as epitome apotheosis.
A Mississippi child begins to address this.
In that the broken tumbleweeds leave the meadow, the quintessence of accepting is not a bed pillow.
It is a head messed with.
Might it be loss of self-respect and principles?
Does this mean the world is changing the norms of a greater source?
Gay sex is the new recreation in which man states is the true mental sport.
He is not the homosexual only rising his ******** to persuade the experience of sex.
Might he laugh aloud to say… “A woman will include her-self or she will wish she had".
"This is a male’s domain and that is the truth as is”.
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Written August 09, 2016!
Categories:
newfangled, africa, america, culture, england,
Form:
Rhyme
DON'T BLOCK YOUR BLESSINGS
An idiot sinking in the sea came up on a deserted island.
He had heard the philosophy of man is not an island, however, he resided.
He put his feet up on a fallen tree and made fire.
He was a skilled angler and had his catch of fish.
He deep-fried.
Once finished, begins to eat.
He asks self would he continue to survive.
Through his own thinking, he formed a set of values.
He walked the shores for several days with little luck.
He explored the vegetation and decided what he could consume.
He knew he better find timber to build a raft and a home.
He became very fatigue and dozed off.
He slept for an indefinite time and then awoke to find himself spellbound in a new
world.
Surrounding him was care and love.
He remembered how he came upon an island lost.
Today was newfangled.
Everything was so beautiful.
He asked self was this for real.
He would not ponder.
He would just live.
If he is to be found, this world was attached.
Yet somehow, he knew he was blessed.
He thanked the good Lord for taking heed, as he was the idiot sinking in the sea.
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Penned on October 25, 2014!
Categories:
newfangled, angst, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Imagism
Newfangled in its essence
A tangled quintessence
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VERLENA S. WALKER!
Penned on October 11, 2014!
FOR IN ITS ESSENCE CONTEST!
Categories:
newfangled, life, light,
Form:
Verse
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Crepuscle beamed, descried at the telluric cyan orb
Dusk devoured auric daystar as lambency was absorbed
Sun's verve, twinkle immersed by the lil' murk
Permeate the newfangled burst of wavering lights in the skylark
Stupefied by the wondrous jaw-dropping milieu
Quadrilateral lunar satellite came into being ... it's true
Moonlight in turquoise, then cerulean radiance come forth
Sometimes vermilion, xanthous, amethyst in hue, real ravishing in worth
Nightfall turned into a deluxe, grandiose discotheque
Music of pyrotechnics, symphonized in grotesque
Four-sided night star trip the light fantastic
Made every cyclicity, rhythm, syncopation exotic
What a comely, ecstatic, striking, mind-glued augury
A tour in the out of this world planet, where there's no existing adversary
I am the sculptor, architect and painter of my own exquisite sunset
Twilight's ikon in my mind still in set
Written in words, penned with the mind's eye
Done through the " LIMITLESS " dye.
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Categories:
newfangled, art, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
A BRAND NEW LIFE!
In time of peace, preach me.
In time of conflict, teach...
When life is forsaken
When strife is a hearkened
A fool will never win.
No skills for boob to give
The game of the chicken
Tame to be no bigger
A mind to do, endure
A brain to have, a cure
Newfangled in its essence
A tangled quintessence
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Penned on October 11, 2014!
Categories:
newfangled, conflict, courage, encouraging, giving,
Form:
Verse
"i like muslims",
whispered in newfangled vestry
for Viv might anger.
(She's said they'll blow us up in Leominster.*)
They won't, though, for Leominster is small,
bigger than London Bridge
and they're not strangers,
for all love us here, the veiled ones too.
"I LIKE MUSLIMS",
I venture, for Viv's not bothering.
A veiled lady sits beside me.
Vespers now.
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* pronounced Lowminster
6/11/2017
Contest - I Like Muslims
Sponsor - Kai Michael Neumann
1st place (Trophy) win in Premiere Contest.
Categories:
newfangled, religion,
Form:
Free verse
Untangled at last, amid wire entwine, the lost connector newly found
It will not work without it so no picture and no sound
Next step to find the slot to put it in, not easy when there's a legion
There's one here and another in that region
Which one is it and in sets the panic
Frantically trying each aperture like some old manic
Still no pic, is that crackling I can hear
A faint smell of burning from somewhere near
Quick pull that wire out before something blows up
Too late! It's already begun to erupt
Like some latent volcanic mound
I knew this machine was destined to confound
Wrong choice of connector so it would seem
But the burning and crackling have run out of steam
Does anything at all work around here
Technology has given me no pic, no cheer
Broken, it's carefully placed with the others
Awaiting return and all that bother
I swear I will never again buy newfangled
That blasted machine I would gladly have strangled
Categories:
newfangled, analogy,
Form:
Blank verse
My friends took me down to Broadway
To watch a newfangled ballet
T'was called the Buttcracker
And not the Nutcracker
The title was apt I can say
Some dancers were dressed in tutus
Bulges in their tights gave us clues
All the dancers were male
My friends face turned quite pale
Next time we should read the reviews!
02/08/21
Categories:
newfangled, dance, identity,
Form:
Limerick
Luna Mutt Natalie’s Puppy
Little Luna licked a lot of lamb lollipops.
A lot of lamb lollipops little Luna licked.
If little Luna licked a lot of lamb lollipops,
Where’s the lot of lamb lollipops little Luna licked?
Mama’s mutt makes many melodic muffled musings.
Many melodic muffled musings mama’s mutt makes.
If mama’s mutt makes many melodic muffled musings,
What are the many muffled musings mama’s mutt makes?
Natalie’s nipper nudges newfangled novelties.
Newfangled novelties Natalie’s nipper nudges.
If Natalie’s nipper nudges newfangled novelties,
Where’s the newfangled novelties Natalie’s nipper nudges?
Playful puppy perched on a purple platform.
On a purple platform playful puppy perched.
If playful puppy perched on a purple platform,
Where’s the purple platform playful puppy perched on?
Categories:
newfangled, dog, fun, pets, silly,
Form:
Alliteration
Stepping onto foreign soil
I take my first newfangled breath
"Here skies are blue
And dreams come true" -
They say, this is success.
With every step I take, I see
My peers ten steps ahead of me
They all began
Where I now stand
Much earlier than me.
Every time I try my skills
They say I must conform my ways.
My mother- tongue
Is here, unsung
My culture in this land unpraised.
I now must renovate myself
Must keep the stars I long in reach,
So let me paint
A new constraint
Upon my heart as they reteach
My actions to be like the "norm"
I feel a new identity!
At first averse,
But now immersed,
I start my walk in novelty.
The path I trek is frightening!
No matter what, I need to fight -
I trip and fall,
With demons, brawl,
Torn to pieces, move in fright.
But now I stand upon a hill
And now the fog has cleared a bit
I stand achieved,
But soon I leave
To conquer mountains greater still.
Categories:
newfangled, america, change, discrimination, identity,
Form:
I'm a simple guy,
I like video games, music and succeeding without trying,
So when a man comes up to me and tell me he can save my life,
Who am I to turn down a free book from a generous passerby,
Strange how after hundreds of Reddit articles I find these red words the most astounding,
Each verse saturated with a truth beyond my understanding,
I embraced the scripture in my new-found belief,
Ditching skeptics and scientific contention for a biblical motif,
So with my newfangled faith I embarked on a holy endeavor,
To sift through a lifetime of personal uncertainty to uncover the answer,
I found myself under bottomless pizza boxes,
Buying time stocks from the evolutionary clock,
Discovering purpose through glimmering game discs,
Fashioning polygonal personalities into personable obelisks,
Uncovering the depths of my psyche excavating mountains of dirty laundry,
Rinse on, dry off, purging both physical filth and emotional quandaries,
Sharing walkways with speeding cars enslaved to a monetary duty I can't shirk
A journey of a thousand steps every pilgrimage to work,
My blood a bubbling brew of ambition and potential,
Yet required to surpass insurmountable credentials,
Ignoring the marked symbols in newspapers they seek to brand on my forehead,
Subjective opinions of civility and idealism dropped on me like warheads,
Cryptic predictions of personality and fate,
You think I need a dice roll to determine if I'm straight?
Countless evaluations to rationalize the psyche and soul combined,
What makes their opinion more viable than mine?
I'm taking buoyant steps upon the swamp to reach my destination,
Swapping carnality for divinity to achieve the ultimate self-preservation,
Cremating my mortality I seek to ascend,
Past primitive understanding of a purpose I cannot comprehend,
This road we walk is coated with trip-wire and paved with scorching coals,
Watch out for those flaming hours in your 5-day forecast so find the nearest foxhole,
The burden on our shoulders has already been lifted so there's no reason for us to be aching,
We're on the path to eternal salvation why aren't we skipping?
So why don't you tag along with me on this self-realization odyssey,
I can't promise explosions or tentacle-headed aliens but I know it'll at least be interesting,
Just you, yourself, me and I,
The most dynamic duo to ever breach the sky.
Categories:
newfangled, bible, hope, jesus, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a cold and aimless fear
that grips our longing and aim—
like the talons of a hankered fowl,
readying itself to the plunge
of some inevitable sorrow…
The fear becomes a burning hurt—
one that is forgotten,
soon to be curled up and cold—
needing space and length to stretch
full bodied and shamed…
In the far-catching eyes of its skill,
it sees no goal—
only deadly possibilities
and drowsing hopes.
How can one write of such despair?
Humans cry out endlessly in the night,
forgetting that the day brings life,
and all breathe a newfangled breath
to conjure—
to capture—
hope beyond death!
How can they be fathomed?
these deep ends –
bubbling to begin,
stirring the earth
with fettered shame again?
Let their fears have aim toward the sky,
to the One who is the epitome of joy!
For in all the disappointments of this world,
every fowl thing will see its end,
every tear shall prove shameless,
And every fear only a dream,
A nightmare of weeping—
waking up eagerly to a love-filled day,
where all the previous cries of the night
have passed away
and warm, precious breath of gladness
eternally replacing the gray!
10/22/2019 - 10/25/2019
Categories:
newfangled, appreciation, courage, freedom, life,
Form:
Free verse