Best Plethora Poems
~STRIP TEASE~ Featuring:) SKAT
Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast
Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat
Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim
I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound
My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim
A dulcet apple acrostic bottom, to squeeze the greed
Feathers, on top, poetic diction describing to please
At times, I'm in deep dire need of something sweet, and sour
Endless epic words, and ode to the naked poetic world
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, the freaking awesome
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
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Symbol of the spiritual Sexy SKAT Slang
--Provocative-- A slippery succulent, scrumptious kiss
Counterparts working the tension, another arrant appetite
I am the Illuminati illusion, laminating luscious illustrated letters
Indulging in the, satire of one stilt spoken sunset
Like a child's spiking temperature, I often throw tantrums,
Teasing attentions, by incorporating a pole, paper and pen,
If someone is uncomfortable with facing the fact,
When I reveal everything, without removing my high heels
Then you must not be worldly or women and man enough
I love to spoil and slur my scenery, using my best assets
My strength and power parallel, any unique universe
That's how confident the audience makes me feel
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, fantastic and fabulous
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
mums and marigolds
a plethora of flowers
Delighting faerie
Beautifully they drape these plethora of chrysalis
Their felicity, leaves me rhapsodic
I, internally radiant, so idyllic is their release
My eyes in dulcet view, witnessing sapphire blues
To many a talisman, evanescent, I pray not
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A Big thank you to 'Silent One' for this challenge to write using -
Ten words: plethora, evanescent, felicity, rhapsodic, idyllic, dulcet,
chrysalis, radiant, sapphire, and talisman.
I long to see daffodils swaying in the breeze
I love the cherry blossoms sent by spring's decree
The fragrant hyacinth, who Apollo did adore
Her scent is on the zephyr, jealous evermore
Tulips dressed up all in red
Their beauty they do spread
A plethora of colors what joy they do bring
Dancing in the breeze as beauty blooms in spring
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3/18/17
Most poets
Put pen to paper
Numerous poems
A day.
Habitually I write one,
This one.
Golden sun rays reflect in the rain
Flowing in the street as a stream
Tasting mineral water
Falling as dripping tears
In my peach face skin
Walking under
Under a
Rainy
Day
For Rain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
First Place
8-10-2016
I writhe in ambiguity
Though the past would send their best
My will is lazily over-thrown
As I build my own gallows
I hit bedrock--
Yet still, frantically dig with more fervor
My mind is an empire on the brink of collapse
With Regret as my only ally
I threw my aspiration to the wolves
Dreaming is but a subtle luxury:
'My vivid hallucination of deceit'
Pawns have put my king in check
The side of life cries to me
I feverishly run to my grave
My heart is the product of my own dissent
Indeed, my own Intention mocks me
I am a puppet, sewn to these vices
Comfort escapes from me
My anxiety is the sum of a plethora of sins
So, when will I be written out of the story?...
See it go by
As seasons change, the forests disappear before his waking eyes
In his torrid glass house he waits to discover her
And shattered, his broken heart falls to the earth, inverted
Yet with such love he leaves the traveler:
Luscious dream work, blue skies and jazz filled halls
The memorial of a vanishing flood
After the avalanche has taken his draught
An arrow strikes him in the back
His blood nourishing the grass
Lately been receiving a plethora of responses
Don't understand the reason for an increase in synopses
It's the same old silly me
Sending smiles for free
That nasty bad dude fate, it definitely outfoxes
Outlasting all my friends and some family,
I wish to live to be one hundred twenty.
A plethora of days to write poetry
as my last petals fall, grandkids a’plenty.
I wish to live to be one hundred twenty.
All my parts working, brain, heart, eyes, and ears.
As my last petals fall, grandkids a’plenty,
what an ideal way to live out my years.
All my parts working, brain, heart, eyes, and ears...
Think, at that age, if my life were well-spent,
what an ideal way to live out my years
on those days that go like this one just went.
Think, at that age, if my life were well-spent
a plethora of days to write poetry.
On those days that go like this one just went,
outlasting all my friends and some family.
The truth like stark reality remains immutable
Despite attempts to promote sophisms
Dressed up as verity and verisimilitude at a high table
Where misguided minds dabble at euphenisms and cynicisms
To disembowel and undermine global discourse
Indulging in fallacies
To subvert its course and purpose
Concealed in feeble diplomacies and convoluted obstinacies
Whose flak erupts in fits of anger
In inopportune circumstances
Where the longer
Ego tripping attempts to project wrath instances
Couched in veins of business as usual
At the wrong time, in a wrong forum
Strikes an overly assertive tone so unusual
The world is left to wonder why beating a war drum
Can’t drive a spat
Among allies
Who fail to pat
Diplomacy rallies
On the back
Considering the bigger picture as a loftier objective
Than a protectionist posture to pack and unpack
Rising temperatures and mounting tensions in spite of subjective
Positions concealed in the thin veil of national security
Stratagems advanced in intransigent camps
Determined to undermine global authority and purity
To feed bumps, mumps, jumps, stumps
In garrulous annals of history
Rewritten by myopia
To recount a one-leader story
Fed on a plethora of hysteria over Syria.
(alternately titled:
why yours truly crafted six electronic aliases).
No rhyme nor reason beatle browed
beastie boy long ago
created INXS of half dozen
email addresses gallivanting
feigning himself a most sought after
singular modest beau
courtesy crass brazen duplicity
eventually forced to eat crow
campy bonehead devoured carrion
(blech) property extinct dodo.
Egregious discreet escapades
sneeze silly explains at chew
(albeit lamely) philandering,
foolish extramarital dalliances,
I now regret and genuinely eschew
interesting complete one hundred eighty
sobering perspective regarding grandview
emotional shell shocked fallout experienced
courtesy this wanderlust myopic
quite reformed practicing Jew
whose doubting thomas belief, credo, dogma...
closely aligned with Unitarianism milieu
dirty deeds done dirt cheap willingly crafted
previous poems offering adulterated preview
years after, the missus
got told deux gals I did hammer, nail and screw
at present juncture within space time continuum,
yours truly maintains critical view
bespeaking polygamous antics,
now reviled when garden variety
generic primate initially acted cagey
while going bananas within human zoo.
I sought amorous affections
(think verboten fruit) cuz marriage went askew
(daily altercations transpired
between me and the missus),
thus as iterated above
unhappy husband stealthily finagled bravado
(dreamt up one after another digital pseudonyms
blithely cavorting debauchery ejaculating
unsuspecting self incrimination) cyber sex debut
successfully launched prurient hitherto
novel short lived role as Casanova
starring me... Matthew
Scott Harris whose hubris
coursed thru mine every sinew
until... worst fate than being caught
by cannibalistic Zulu.
oftentimes i ask myself
why i focus on what i have been through
people oftentimes ask me
why do i always talk about what i have been through
life itself is plethora of testimonies anyway
i find easier and manageable exhalations when i tell my story
when i think about the remnants of the work it took for me to pull through,
the best thing i do nowadays is Give God The Glory!
Had brekkie at our local coffee joint
Key word is fast but it doesn't disappoint
Two minutes tops
It was teeming with cops
Think I may have heard a plethora of oinks
a plethora of feelings saturated my soul
delicacy is not usually my style
But the magic elixir has not been invented yet
that would help me tolerate meanness
A silhouette of emotions causes all of my sadness to congregate
Tranquility is those who are not empathic I guess