Best Outlay Poems
Written: January 08, 2024 For Tania Kitchin Contest
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A storm swirls, hurling hail and snow,
In the bosom of winter, icy storms grow.
A scene that is both anarchic and grand,
A snowstorm, a shunned marvel of the land.
A whirling maelstrom is a whimsical sight,
Whispered mysteries haunt the cold night.
By merging their loads, icy crystals collide,
Winter chorus is earth-crowning pride.
Whispers of wind nurture a peculiar tune,
Melodic strains cross-changing boon.
Glazing crystals and crumbles sway,
An enthralling outlay winter waltz display.
Categories:
outlay, nature, snow, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash
This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at the expense of dare
ring to losing followers, this crash
test dummies star performer
did not mean to ensnare,
perhaps hypnotically tugged
heartstrings with his flair
analogous to birds eye glare
ruffling tail feathers of
a frosty buoy hoar gull (hare
reed) loon seething with hormonal
secretion and the brink to engineer
foolproof mating elaborate fanfare,
when bytes of my obviously clear
expression to succor minted heir
to a fortune (courtesy
anonymous philanthropist), now leer
re: asper point blank plea
for wads of moolah, but mere
lee issuing agitation where
substantial outlay to repair
(passenger side rear)
brake assembly, the automotive
technician espied situation where,
abrasion and erosion clear
as day, which critical assessment
warranted me to declare
an immediate affirmative
decision, which near
broke ma stainless steel piggy bank
to tune of six hundred bucks - hair
reed, an understatement, almost near
lee six months to the day, a prior reap
pair cost similar dollar figure,
which even at present
found yours truly still in despair,
then only to experience,
sans "FAKE" foreseer
(as ordained by Oracle
of Delphi) despite prayer
for me to vouchsafe share
ring at least one daily
compliment to the missus - neh veer
being privy (during our
twenty second plus year)
of whetted bull
lust stick missile exchanges, there
came shortfall of forced favorable blare
ring of said utterenced, thus superstition
an ugly head didst rear.
Categories:
outlay, addiction, culture, green, heaven,
Form:
Bio
"GOING HALLOWEEN CRAZY!"
~Ronald McDonald~
Army of darkness
Agony tears of a clown
Creepy kid smiles
Everyday is Halloween
**
~KILL JOY~
Rejection outlay
Spell-caster demon terror
Assassination
Bloody murder at the fingertips
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~EXPERATION~
Ivory mountain grave
Skeleton terror of doom
Where's the buffalo?
Indian masquerade
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~BEAUTY~
Sky full of beasts
Relevant nights of velvet
Entwine by her bliss
Elvira the night mistress
By:)
Categories:
outlay, adventure, candy, halloween, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Weaving Forms
Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
The list of forms of writing poesy is hopelessly endless
O angels of all these poetic forms I worship thee blindly!
When didst thou all give an audience to man to school him
On these plethora of poetic forms to befuddle the muddlehead?
Never had I heard such scary terms before joining Poetry Soup
Life and poetry were much easier with no tensions no insomnia
Simply pouring out my uncontrollable thoughts and emotions
I cringe when I read of restrictions of limited lines in poetic forms
My ice-creams don't melt, autumn strolls have to to be cut short
Get mad as a hornet whether to write señorita a sonnet or sonetto
Nayda, I enjoy weaving my prosaic didactic and euphoric thoughts
Into my qasida with alliterations, imageries, allusions humorously
(FIRST
October 29, 2015
Contest: Which Is Your Favourite Form Of Poetry?
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron)
*This poem is a satiric amalgamation of many forms-sonnet, qasida, acrostic (in parts-eg, line 1&2, 3-5, 6&7-for the purpose of parody), humour....
*Qasida (weaving) is a satirical Persian form, opens with a short prelude, the nasib, which is elegiac in mood and is intended to gain the audience’s involvement
* in this parody I have used the alliteration in the first two lines as a 'nasib'
* In the last line the pun is used for weaving
*Have given 'Shape' or 'Creative Outlay' to the poem
*Have made use of many literary devices-alliteration, allusions, imageries, metaphors....
FIRST
Judged on April 5, 2016
For Casarah Nance's Favourite Poetry
June 19, 2016
For Laura Loo
First Place Only-2
Categories:
outlay, allusion, humor, hyperbole, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
Soft, simple wind go on a path that is made clear,
Freshly lays anew for each breath that one appear,
The subtle ripple spreads on a course that favors,
Fills open space and need to flow o'er layers,
Trust the virtuous man cometh and made no claim,
And let wander so natures gifts remain the same,
Man captures the ramble of a wayward moon,
Echoes clear of its pale look melancholy tune,
It lends to a trail took before of song and face,
As man ambles in the real feel of its sung grace,
Know, they that all the creator has caused to be,
That harmony feels to express nature's beauty,
Unspools and weaves a tapestry on upturn faces,
Touched lips assured welcoming warm embraces.
Hark, colors and the voices that have sprung forth,
Verdant hues mingle a parakeet sings full of mirth,
An isolated pocket of chartreuse flourish in song,
Host to a colored chorus, wings, and plants, strong.
Man stay the course, seasons change all the same,
Look take to weather yet their life will still, remain,
Patience is a human trait and the creator has none,
Nature is a window and the life within hath begun,
Origin of man can, of nature perhaps, of time cannot,
The creator is not time, for time is what man begot,
Hence man dawn themselves from their first stage,
For what they have made they tempt to engage,
Man, had made the time that divided the seasons,
Saw patterned entities, signs guide their reasons,
The mind of man is cleared of thoughts and is open,
Fostering experience whereby they draw the notion,
Nature goes its way, and man be a better learner,
Man's grateful, the creator, not them, is the nurturer,
Feeds life fairly, in momentary glances, and not stay
The creator knows the outcome of creation's outlay,
Location, elements, nourishment, and perpetuity,
Duties of a spring's pathway, be one-way direct fluidity,
Sun ray's burrow midst the waves of an open meadow,
A swarm spreads butterflies unladen wings aglow.
Gills causeth life to survive beneath a watery surface,
Mere seeds grow and propagate into a living forest,
Way of nature, man will become, reassures perpetuity,
They'll assimilate, intervene, adapt nature for eternity.
2019 September 27
Categories:
outlay, change, character, creation, imagery,
Form:
Pastoral
The number seven carries me away
Where imagination and numerology have a stay.
Dreams live celebrating each new day
Free from realities and evil’s prey.
Seven years of praying brought marriage my way.
But that was only one life’s foreplay.
Seven years later, a dreadful fray.
Divorcement angered ended love’s array.
Forgive seven times seven at hurts’ buffet.
Swallowing pain in self’s causeway.
Asking God for a happier ray –
Still hiding hope in a lonely chalet.
The number seven also served Yahweh.
Six days to create, then, came rest day.
The Book of Revelations is smitten by “the seven” foray.
Saints who know their sevens might reach Heaven someday.
Does the number seven govern my life? Nay!
I calculated my destiny number this way:
Using the name I was given on my birth-day,
I assigned numbers to letters as charts outlay.
{[(4+1+5+5) and (1+5+5) and (3+9+1+5+6+6+9+4)]
= {(15) and (11) and (43)}
= [(1+5=6) and (1+1=2) and (4+3=7)]
= [6+2+7=15] = [1+5] = 6} LOL! Number six! Hurray!!!
Destiny number six says I will be happy and gay
While living life with a humanitarian inlay.
Artistic endeavors through my life sashay.
Creating beauty, by providence, my life’s mainstay.
But over to destiny number seven I stray.
Sharing findings and seeking knowledge, I daresay.
Two attributes that stayed with me along life’s runway.
Numbers six and seven blesses me…at least half way!
© July 13, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
LINKS of INTEREST:
http://www.angelfire.com/az/rainbowbridge/seven.html
http://www.aboutnumerology.com/destinymeanings.php
Categories:
outlay, lifelife, me,
Form:
Monorhyme
That little drive ~ filled ~ waiting cars
just others, counting "lucky stars"
Paul did it right, not many marrs!
Paul also was this small town's cop
to just curb violence, drinking's flop
so many years can use you up!
One time Paul came on 911
a possum ventured in our house
the cupboards clutter was its run!
A blanket in his swarthy hands
he grabbed the possum taking heed
down to the River ~ they'd proceed!
One time when I was in a wreck
he came to fill in his report
I'd broke most all, except my neck!
He knew the guy ~ a careless sort
who owned the town, riches resort
a stop sign never quelled his sport!
Paul vowed to catch the guy at bay
and parked nearby this guy's outlay
it just went on ~ til fateful day!
The guy turned over in a ditch
taking the light pole with its wires
the 911 not called, no switch!
Don't tell the town its favorite boy
had met his match
through his own play!
Our town's "nice guy" in every way
Paul made it by his real concern,
not harnessed by the upper class!
Paul gave his best ~ until the last!
Paul Cash expired 4-26-2010 this year. There were so many in
attendance, that the town had rented the High School Gym, cars
overflowing, the town shared its heart that day!
How many nice small town guys do you know! Not trying to be #1 at any Super Sport!
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Categories:
outlay, friendship, places, thank youtime,
Form:
Rhyme
The mother of pearl,i think will portray
the inside and depths, to my outlay
from my loving nature, and i do care
the pearl gives off all that`s there.
It`s sublime inner beauty,does shine through
sparkling colours,silver,gold through to blue
also a calming effect from this rare gem
reflecting what i have, a loving lifestyle, once again.
Hiding inconspicuously in its` shell, `til it is found
a lovely lady owner,then love is bound
to esculate as true, as the beauty it provides
from all the seas, to the oceans wide.
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Sponsor Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Stoned contest
Categories:
outlay, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home
since February 28th, 1968, when
Boyce and Harriet Harris
(my octogenarian
widower father, a transplanted urban
cowpoke father, and late outskirts
of poker flats mother) than
experienced livingsocial in the country,
cuz aforesaid domain didst span,
and encompass,
one hundred plus acre estate
listed in national register
as "Glen Elm", where ran
woodland surrounding a golden pond
favored by Canadian Geese,
but under game plan
of commercial developer Donald Neilson
(a tall lumbering
"all business no play doh" man
blueprints drafted for
an army of vinyl city
exemplifying Little boxes
on the hillside ditty
Little boxes made of ticky tacky...gritty
material upending wildlife refuge,
ah...what a pity
yet, impossible to stop industrialization,
the das capital way
spurring thy preferential longing
for nature preservation oye vey,
and to make a million bucks in USA
if land left off limits
for propertied class today
then in the near future,
an aggressive builder will sashay
confirming prophecy
scooping up gobs of profit
out maneuvering competition
analogous to a marathon relay
race quickly witnessing little boxes
to sprout all the same
by construction workers,
who hammer away,
nailing steady income,
viz all work and no play,
who maxim eyes
American middle class dream
asper buying affordable home
after acquiring a mortgage to outlay
their limited choice sans, may
be there's a green one and a pink one
and a blue one and yellow one, how zing
free enterprise, and they're
all made out of ticky tacky
held together on a wing
and prayer they all look
Categories:
outlay, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
What pride and joy for me to delight,
albeit vicariously upon receiving invite,
sans commencement at
Redmond Proficiency Academy
on May twenty second at six o'clock at night,
which arrangement to Maurice silly revel
from afar, viz pomp and circumstances quite
emotional, ah...I can feel exuberance
listening to Sir Edward
Elgar - Pomp and Circumstance
March Number 1 - right
amidst envisioned glorious sight,
this prodigal beloved
young lady Marleigh Dunning, aye write
a precious prized progeny,
with modesty all agleam
no doubt with beauty, she twill beam
dazzling full house, electrifying audience
asper her due smarts, i.e. creme de la creme
top honors, and accolades galore
relishing hearty applause, and teary eyes
left for this estranged bro attempting to dream,
how proud such progressive parents
Andy (by the way belated happy birthday),
and Shari dear sister my apology, harried self esteem
(mine), who nonetheless takes stock,
how promising success story doth appear
will take said niece far and wide,
which whiz kid will quick buckle down and clear
as pitch perfect cerulean sky will engineer
experiential opportunities, whose cerebral gear
far and above this average hear
suit uncle late in his existence
admires brilliant storied
future awaiting thee
acquiring an equitable salary
persevering toward passion,
vis a vis art history
with a minor in chemistry,
abundant wit and wisdom
so blessed born free
to choose bajillion options
soon to matriculate at Ivy
League school, perhaps
becoming rich and famous
as hordes of paparazzi
furiously jostle and elbow
to savor opportunity
as demure, genteel, as ideal
exemplar of female human poise -
ladies and gentlemen the renown Marleigh,
whose shining moment under klieg lights,
this financially strapped poet
unable to rejoice in person, qua special day
duet to a pinched finances
arising when Hyundai Sonata,
thrice necessitated monetary outlay!
Categories:
outlay, 12th grade, america, angel,
Form:
Elegy
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVI
IF you pull a long limp face
Long as a mile of lies made of clay
Little the wonder no kind of praise
Can pull you out of utter dismay
Then if you pulled that long clay face
Right round the block up your driveway
Complain not how your face you deface
Your driveway's not a public pathway
Now if you pull that long haughty face
No matter how hard you worked to stay
On top of the world's profit-trade chase
Stache not losses onto the company's outlay
For if you pull that long uppity face
Walk you must the plank on Judgement Day
Blindfolded waist and wrists bound in disgrace
Ev'ry dog has its day since yes crime does pay
So if you must pull that panicky long face
No chauffered limousine to pave your way
Corporate tax cuts do political parties brace
High tit for tat makes for democratic sway
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 12, 2019
Categories:
outlay, celebrity, character, political, satire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
LETTER TO MY LOVE
I want to write a letter to you my love
A letter that will open up my feelings for you
A letter that will echo the desires of my heart
A letter that will give an answer to all you questions
I want to write a letter to you my love
A letter that will describe us
A letter that will show the tears of my heart
A letter that will show you my worst fears
I want to write a letter to you my love
A letter that will tell my longing for you
A letter that will give words unspoken
A letter of my long life ambition
I want to write a letter to you my love
A letter that will reveal my long lonely nights
A letter that will reveal my thoughts
A letter that will tell my desire to be with you
I want to write a letter to you my love
A letter that will tell the light your smile brings
A letter that will tell the joy your presence brings
A letter that will outlay the hope your words give my life
I want to write a letter to you my love
A letter that will tell you how I wish to see you again
A letter that will reveal my hopes of holding you again
A letter that will tell my desire to kiss you again
I want to write a letter to you my love
a letter to you my love……
Categories:
outlay, love,
Form:
ABC
Smelt Spelt
Smelt Spelt
Smelt Spelt
Taciturn brown blackened smelt under wrapped green elephant ears laying in a
pool of fluid leaked on a bed of brown crusty spelt in points of poverty in the
chastity belt of time.
Every thirteen feet as described in the tenements of Leroy there is a firepit for the
use of the fishermen of Longest town. The Dutch Harbor has a dike. She patrols
the area. Checking the outlay traps. She is lonely. The water is held away by the
dam. The Smelt lay near the dam and are trapped rather easily in used clam
containers hauled up with the dikes help she uses a belt and gathers all the
smelt into a kept cooler. The Spelt is harder it is thrashed. All the fishermen
named Leroy meet and thrash the spelt until it can be felt and gathered into
boxes and then kept beside the kept cooler full of smelt. They wrap the smelt up
in the spelt up inside the ears of elephant. When it roasts slowly in the firepits it
makes some fluid. This is drained into a giant crock pot and there is soup for the
entire village of Leroy and dike has more than enough as well.
And every one in poverty and chastity is fine they smell. They smell the smelt
spelt in the ears of the elephant plant.
Smelt Spelt
Categories:
outlay, food, friendship, happiness, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
Steps his foot out of the door with granny’s anointed words
if blessings were edible, he’d have been fatter than North America
faces the day’s task with immunity to the heat of the sun
dines with the wild to keep the oil running
the quest for a better tomorrow begs for a step further
a bright mind, a weary heart, a bunch of hard nails
and strained muscles still yet deserving of any praise
one added day and his large hope is a chronic liar
for an upgrade, his life is becoming an outlay.
After the rigorous relay,
the day ends in a sleep commenced through deep thoughts
the alarm rings at dawn, no fresh start, the cycle continues
he’s sunk in this ocean until a miracle sailor comes through.
Categories:
outlay, adventure, africa, character, courage,
Form:
Free verse
So innocent was the little kitty,
Who came to my door that I took pity
On this helpless little thrown away.
I vowed he would see a better day.
Boxes of litter and bags of feed,
A covered box for this cat in need.
Then it’s off to the vet to be rid of fleas,
Ear mites and other such pests as these.
I laid out quite a big roll of money,
And then what happened you might think funny.
The cat after seeing that big outlay
Knew that for sure he was here to stay.
That rascal did a big turn around,
The naughtiest cat that ever was found.
He gnaws on my feet and pulls on my gown.
Pulls every page of my manuscript down.
He chews and scatters it on the floor.
And doesn't care if I rant and roar.
Every low table has been denuded
And every houseplant has been uprooted.
He’s broken so many breakables
And my lingerie pieces are takeables.
My arms and legs are covered with scratches.
My clothes will soon be full of patches.
He likes to play with collectables
And taste of my delectibles.
No surface so high that he can’t reach.
No law of the house he doesn’t breach.
He knocks over lamps just to see them shatter,
But somehow it really doesn’t matter,
For the truth is I am really smitten
With this adorable, bedeviling, lovable kitten
Categories:
outlay, funnycat,
Form:
Quatrain