Best Plot Thickens Poems
You keep appearing in my dreams like Freddy, trying to dissolve them
You feignedly pose as kryptonite to my Superman
If we were in a movie, you would be the villain and, of course, I would be the hero
Yes!
You're like a minuscule Mr. McGhee to my Incredible Hulk
You faintly appear as a STOP sign when my light
shines a vibrant green
GO!
Yes, I am going like that midnight train to Georgia with no fright
Steadfastly plodding my course of destiny toward that glorious morning light
I see you, Michael, just lurking behind trees
You want me shaking in my boots and pleading down on my knees
But I'm a victor so begging and pleading are not part of me
Onward I will travel toward my beautiful destiny
A diamond in the rough, once-dull surface is now shining brightly
Keep the reel rolling as the plot thickens
Oh yes! I'm writing my masterpiece line by line; just call me Mr. Dickens
As my character effortlessly aggrandizes
There you are still lurking and wishing for my demise
But like the mighty 'Phoenix' out of ashes, I rise!
No surprise! For it is true, I rise. Yes, I RISE!
Streaming into Shabbos,* the pace quickens
as if reading a novel where the plot thickens
Only an hour left,
so much to do and to shlepp**
How will it all get done
~ Let the adrenaline run ...
Down goes the sun
All tasks completed one by one
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*'Shabbos' = the Jewish Sabbath, starting Friday evening
**'schlepp' = carry; haul
“Life pulse renews, radiating bliss hues ~
Bliss elixir sublime, becomes heart’s muse”
~ quote by poet
Mirroring guru, our third eye glistens,
wooing the head ovoid to come along
and with heart joining in, the plot thickens,
leaving us lost in trance, as bliss beats gong.
Enlivened spine holds erect magnetism,
that suffuses form with bliss mists sublime,
leaving no chasm in our mind-body prism,
ensuring our pure soul’s heavenward climb.
Our void centric presence, free from desire,
simply rests in awareness self-aware,
there being no goals for which we aspire,
our emptiness is laid before God bare.
Polarities rotate; we are the flame ~
Give it any name but we’re not the same
Scrooge encountered the ghost of Jake Marley,
While slurping his bowl of blah barley.
From thence, as we know the plot thickens,
As from past sins Scrooge fled like the 'dickens'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSGT, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest - just for fun.
Paula Swanson
7/31/2011
An open book of mystery,
invites me in alluringly.
Time to turn the page.
Following as the plot thickens,
this is where my heartbeat quickens.
Murder sets the stage.
For the contest: Tail-Rhyme contest
Sponsored by Dr. Ram
Placement: 9th
It’s an old story.
We were classmates, you and I,
And later became colleagues,
Working under the same roof.
We had more or less the same specialization.
Married in the same year.
Our children went to the same school.
So far so good!
Now the plot thickens, so to speak!
Once, if you remember,
The boss comes to you for help,
Specifically for helping his sibling
By doing her assignments,
Given to her by a (prestigious) university
Where you and I studied
And where I am a Tutor now—
A concurrent position held by me.
If I were you, I would say:
“Sorry, it’s unethical.”
Or, would tactfully excuse myself—
Maybe by telling a white lie.
Instead, you tell him a blatant lie:
“I’m not hot on the subject, I’m afraid.”
And you go further
And out of the way to add:
“But so and so is. He can help you, I’m sure.”
The boss comes to me straight,
And beating about the bush, tells me:
“Now that so and so is not hot on the subject…blah blah.
Now it is a Catch-22,
Which you have contrived:
If I say yes, I would be exposed
And if I say no, I would be in trouble—with the boss;
There would be no more bonhomie
Between the boss and the boy.
How clever you are!
Furious, I choose to say no—bluntly
And let me face the music.
But now I know that
You are a round character after all,
And an Iago at that.
I appreciate your motiveless malignity.
I shrug my shoulders and mutter:
“Let it be!”
Composed and posted on August 3, 2017
Why did He knit so many twits?
(Weak of Mind and lacking wits)
No Thoughts of their own-
Like Sheep and their Clones:
Well, what's the point of it?
Does He live His life through His Creations,
Feeling every single sensation?
He's in every Atom we can fathom-
(One never knows what will happen)
And that's the Truth of it!
Ides
of March-
plot thickens
This classic Western, stars Gary Cooper as Will Kane, a newly married man whose wife is a Quaker pacifist. The murderer-outlaw is coming into town at noon to kill his nemesis.
High Noon
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The whistle of the train, threats coming soon.
Kane’s courage off the track on honeymoon.
The church, filled with chickens.
Kane’s alone - plot thickens.
Outlaw avoided noose, now dies, at noon.
5/7/2022
High Noon
Sponsor: Joseph May
10/10/6/6/10
HMS and Rhymezone
Evergreen Community
Here is a tale to astound and to stretch any viewer’s fantasy and imagination…
Proudly presented by the creative people behind The Twilight Zone productions..
A loving family of a couple and their 2 daughters arrived at a guarded community…
Having sold off everything on a gamble to begin life anew in this new community…
They are out of options on how to bring up their ever rebellious elder teenaged daughter…
Who is heavily tattoed with hair hideously coloured, bubble gum chewing and bad mannered..
This new community is touted to bring about a positive turn to any family in suffering..
There are even beefy security guards to quell any dissenting teenagers from rebelling..
The leader of the commune guides and controls the flock of registered families..
Whenever there are disruptive teenagers, the whole commune meet in harmony…
They then cast their lots in colored beads, black or white, their numbers will decide for free…
Treatment for any troubled and rebellious kid, the family will be assigned a healthy tree…
The leader extols the use and love to be derived from any unmanageable teenaged mutiny…
Once treated, the love and benefits will be immense for the continual health of the commune…
So the plot thickens as our colorful teenaged girl was changed in appearance to conform..
But her rebellious and suspicious character was not a little diminished nor was she reformed…
She realised to her deepening horror the nameless dangers that are in store for kids like her..
Her unflinching love for her younger sister was ever uppermost in her mind, big sister like her..
Witness her confusion, her growing horror as she realises the depths of a sisterly betrayal…
Hear her desperate pleas and screams for help, when her family as one, turned away in denial..
Shades of the Stepford Wives, what a twist to such an incredible tale of imagination…
Little wonder in the Twilight Zone, a viewer will be lost in a world of wonder and astonishment..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBaOAUG1zr8&list=PLbxdxEWxTqX81L3NnAU3nEwvPhkT7FuRm&index=23
Oh here we go again,
time to be force fed dogmatic propaganda all done in vain.
Another sick form of medicine and policy,
against all forms of rational logic it's considered heresy.
At the discretion of someone else's whim,
hoping the outcome of their next victim is grim.
Another life destroyed to cover their own hide,
more royal recognition for them to boost their pride.
This over reaction is not necessary, your logic is deluded,
if need be on my part the situation will be feuded.
I've never hurt anyone except to bruise your self admiration,
If you're so concerned for me then "let it go" and defer your temptation.
Like a witch hunt I must stand firm and face my fate,
I will not bend before I break.
The plot thickens in a whodunit thriller
As I try to figure out who's the killer
Which character will be on the hook
As I turn the pages of my book
Each page turned unravels the mystery
Some of the suspects are getting jittery
Was it the butler of whom they were afraid
Or was it the beautiful buxom maid
I'm on the last chapter, but it's still not clear
But I'm in the moment, it's as if I'm there!
6-8-18
In The Moment Contest
Sponsor: Heidi Sands
Denouement
The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught
Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve
Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer inkblots from coiled council reconcile
Waters cascades cataclysmic beginnings alleviate alluvion’s weight
skirmish tease entice droplets of truths splashing change alteration
Naïve native losses childish unadulterated tangential torrents unfold
allude inundate delude adulthoods’ illusions commence from afresh
Under the bridges of ricocheted echoes trickle drops from Styx to
Ganges feed and contend with the seagulls and vultures of life
The story line concocts and conceives tell retells and remembers
the past as it blends narrates a misty final initiation’s webbed spray
Resolute resolution wets the gills washes clouds spins them around
until springs guzzle project thoughtful narration to entangle once more
Denouement Renewal De-new-ment confer contain depositions repositioned
as some tangling wisdom posits one swims in the same ocean never again
09th August 2016
Originally entered for contest 'Denouement' judged 24th August 2016
You request him to travel to distant lands
on a quest to conquer the enemy.
A like-minded platoon battles beside him,
helping him achieve an ultimate defeat.
You keep him sheltered from tough weather
with electric lights, a warm balm on stormy nights.
You allow him to rest his work-worn feet,
and lend shade to summer's sweltering heat.
You give him currency in gold, and nourishment
to revive his life with virtual healing.
His energy pours into self-gratification,
chasing flashing lights and curvaceous shapes.
A natural born warrior, his instincts are achieved.
His guys need him, and he seems as Captain.
The adrenaline of the chase is his maiden.
The plot thickens, challenge expands, saga continues.
His self-image is tough, but his muscles atrophy.
His belly swells closer to the screen.
His shoulders point toward their goal.
His carpal tunnel narrows from "shooting."
Various wrappers stack below his chair.
Paper plates replace dirty dishes.
Neglected laundry mops the bathroom floor.
He strives to reach a high level of achievement.
Daily late-night brigades and early morning battles
rattle in his dreams, realistic combat scenes.
The game goes by another name, but by definition,
it may as well be called "Tunnel Vision."
5/25/18
Book One -- Dr. Manette's stricken
Pace quickens...
Book Two -- Monseigneur's predictions
Plot thickens...
Book Three -- Revolution kicks in
Guillotine sickens
Denouement -- Dueling vixens
Crucifixion
Characterization -- Miss Pross is no chicken
Major Criticisms -- Slim pickens
Critics' Rating - Timeless fiction
Book & Author -- Tale of 2 Cities ~ Charles Dickens