Best Poetic Prose Poems
My Poetic Prose
Standing in my home’s backyard, gazed at the skies
No poetic prose jumped out, but two staring eyes
It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump
Whirling, twirling, passing in mid air, getting the hump.
All the summer on the tall tree bare and brown
See how the brown leaves are fluttering down
This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright
Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might
In an old nest of crow or pie in a hole where day by day
Nut by nut for her winter store explores stores away
So that when winter comes with its cold and storm
She will sleep all curled up all snug and all warm.
She looks and again and again after storing there
So she could remember, she hid the treasure where.
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Date: 8-12-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win
Contest: Put Your Best Rhyme Forward by Just That Archaic Poet
I’m not whom
You may think
I am
But am the who
That I am
And the coming
To being more
As the belly
Of my soul
Craves
In hunger
For divine
Wisdom
And guidance
Poured from
God’s overflowing
Cistern spilling
Out onto
The dry sponge
Of my soul
Awaiting hydration
Of awareness
And inspiration
To be likewise
Squeezed out
Onto other
Dehydrated sponges
Of spiritual souls
Needing
Flowing prose
And wetting rhymes
Saturating healing grace
During all needed times:
Grief and despair
We’re not to harbor
For to do so
Is to jam-jar horror
Always remember
On the way
We go
Spiritually bound sailors
Sailing waves
To the shores of life
Frothing away failed
Behaviors
So in keloid memory
Of this little prose
Flowing rhyme
From me
In every moment of
A trying time
Keep this little flow
In mind
And enjoy from
The Cistern above
Healing peace and love:-
Standing in my home’s backyard, gazed at the skies
No poetic prose jumped out, but two staring eyes
It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump
Whirling, twirling, passing in mid air getting the hump.
All the summer on the tall tree bare and brown
See how the brown leaves are fluttering down
This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright
Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might
In an old nest of crow or pie in a hole where day by day
Nut by nut for her winter store explores stores away
So that when winter comes with its cold and storm
She will sleep all curled up, all snug and all warm.
She looks and again and again after storing there
So she could remember, she hid the treasure where.
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July 20, 2014
Form : Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place win
Contest: Animals Alive by Carol Eastman
Tire Town USA - An old flour mill with opportunistic metalwork;
windowless, wooden building with last century's red paint and
an open garage with Able Men clad in baggy skins of oil stained overalls.
No clear link between their tools and their linguistic barks.
Babbling as they dance around the wheel rim popper
Until a clean, white skinned maiden walks through the swinging doors.
Check out the hottie in the lobby! yells some charming shark.
The blond goddess, wearing a braless tanktop and white summer
pants draping seductively over her buttocks, stands behind her twin brother.
Used tires, her brother ask the young Able Man by the broken kiosk.
"Hey Boss" the young Able Man shouts as he steps toward the girl.
The young Able Man offers the girl a bottle of water, which she declines.
An older Able Man escorts the boy deeper into the cavernous warehouse.
"It's cold" the young Able Man says to her butt as she walks away and
then his shoulders slump as if the bottle weighs a ton.
This modern young caveman, a grease-smeared untouchable to this filly,
furrows his brows until they nearly meet over his nose and
realizes he can never touch the likes of her.
A yellow notice on the gate with bold letterhead states
Noxious Weed Commission and then, in smaller red print, declares:
Demand Notice to Remove Thistle.
This notice is a sudden smack behind the noggin.
Bringing attention to a purple, spiky blossom
on top of an orb wound tightly around a ball of seeds,
swaying in the breeze and heeding this question:
What did you do?
To make the County use its bureaucratic might
and declare thistle plants a blight, a public nuisance
worthy of persecution. And any resistance will cause
an appearance before a judge who'll levy
fines and imprisonment.
What did you do?
Shock begins to wane and reason filters into the brain;
this thistle, that goats devour like its a treat,
it explodes into a cotton suite that birds
use to build a soft nest and squirrels
a cozy den for all their kin.
Is this order just about the plants by the gate,
or does it include plants used by bees,
or the plants that help pollinate veggies?
Or the pretty blue thistle splashing color
in an otherwise rather dull foliage -
do those count too?
The notice drifts off into the finer print of legalese
using words like must, subject to, and other decrees
and then it ends with this call to arms - Declare War On Thistle!
But whose side am I on? And, when I am in jail,
will I get my thistle tea?
This book is under my short story's heading on this site. Have fun reading and rearranging the chapters as you wish! Lol!
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This is the 1st chapter! You can make any chapter the buffer chapter! Leading on to the beginning of any chapter!
I will tell you the secret of this book. There are only thirteen chapters. Take the titles away, figuratively, and any chapter flows right into the next in any order! No matter how you would mix them up!
Starting from the beginning of any chapter that you would choose to begin with, or end with, or; vice versa lol!
Start from the middle chapter all of the ways to all of the chapters mixed in any order! To tell the continuing story just as you would desire to do so for yourself!
"After you are finished with this book, well this book is interactive with the reader!" "Mix the chapters around, and start and or end any chapter as the ending or the beginning chapter! Moving on to the next chapter that you pick for yourself to read until your choice of the ending chapter!"
Lol! This book is a book of alternate beginnings and endings! This book recycles itself! Your in charge of this effort, and also how this particular story begins and turns out!
Open the next chapter in a new window or all of the chapters in new tabs firstly, to apply yourself to this effort!
Follow the links to the next chapter, at the end of every chapter to do this, firstly.
Then, close each tab and chapter when you are finished with each chapter! So you can take charge and also keep track of what you have just read, and; still need to read!
Lol, have fun! I wrote this for an all mixed-up self! So why not write this book for everyone, that may just be like me?
Lol, thanks for reading, friend!
Oh, yes, the hard, sad loss, the ever-aching desire! We're all left lost tired and wanton, burning within-but oh yes we all will rise up; greater before these days!
This is all promised because of these treasures, verity our hope our chance-these faithful whispers all offered to us by our Creator! Yes, these brilliant opportunities all cry out to us now. To take hold on to this treasure, this ever-wanton Fervor, our Creator!
To apply ourselves to just exactly this:
To embrace this opportunity! To share in this life with everyone, with all life just as unconditionally! Advancing on, in honest freedom together with one another, within this very moment, continuing on with our Creator infinitely!
For this, yes, I know, our Creator will never negate, nor forget this effort! He will offer the fullness of all of His Mighty Assurances continuing on with us towards this journey, into the full gravity of this moment; eternally!
One everlasting step forward step by step with Him offers us all, the greatest result! Moving us onward with Him forevermore!
This ever-humbling and generous effort will take us on and on in continuous harmony apart from those many days once meandering trapped alone within our misery, all ambling on aimlessly!
Yes, I hope that you will take that first step because your joy for this life, offered to our Creator, will last on; albeit as our freedom together will in all ways be; endless!
Signed: "Our Continuing Hope"