Best Priming Poems
At awe by my mothers beautiful mind,
when it came to writing I always felt so blind.
Literature class advised us to write,
for the first time I did not feel bright.
Sneak a poem of my mothers i did,
boy did I feel like a little kid.
Praise my teacher gave me for such a lovely write,
my mind here and there like a kite.
Lucky me open house was here,
the poem posted on the class wall had me at fear.
Suggesting my parents to skip that class,
trying to avoid the coming sass.
She read it and thought to herself that it was idolized,
her eyes got big as she realized.
Quiet she kept as she knew how embarrassed I was,
of course it gave her a buzz.
It was cause of that day we look back,
and my mom gave me some slack.
She later taught me it's as simple as rhyming,
and with the emotions I have priming.
Categories:
priming, memory, me, class, class,
Form:
Couplet
Stepping gently in, on the edge of summer
You are the one who mellowed glorious sun
On playgrounds, picnics, frolicking in fun
In euphony of birdsongs of amiable dawns
Where horizon velvet gleams golden nylon
As verdant-hills, slowly, adorn tawny-brown.
But why, O, why your days still remain hot
Too cold to swim, quite pleasing on yacht
Sometimes alike August, sometimes Fall,
Colorful you may be, donning ochre pizazz,
Yet, judging by palette, October you’re not.
Still, September, you’re a welcome friend
For defying decisively summer’s humid reign,
Leading the way to autumnal escapades,
Readying crop-fields, priming for harvests:
Beans, beets, apples, wholesome kale fresh;
You’re a trusted mate to farmer’s avid quest.
Why be then jealous of splendorous spring
Or resplendent prairies of October dreams,
Or dazzling meadows of crimson red leaves,
Or snowflakes of winter charming romantics;
When being so unique, you would rather be.
September 18, 2021
Categories:
priming, seasons, september,
Form:
Verse
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Layers upon layers,
flaking residue...
scraping at the inner walls of my heart,
priming the ruins of my disassembled dreams while
masking off all hope of bleeding out or bleeding on
“Dare I bleed in the color of missing you?”
Scratches filled in with crayon,
vacant hues...
only on or outside of the lines of love
Woeful stick figures dancing to a lonely song,
played by the empty roller lashed to my hand
“Would you dare touch my hand prints....smear them?”
Minutes take hours to pass, but who cares,
Que Sera Sera...
the old Zenith finds Doris Day happy,
nice someone can be
stirring a smile within a gallon of semi-(g)loss
“Why are the sale brands always barren tones?”
I cringe at the thought of another moment in this position,
base boards...
bent over and touching up,
flat lining without an edge,
waiting for your voice, your tinted smile...waiting your approval
“Like watching paint dry...”
Categories:
priming, lonely, longing,
Form:
Free verse
From every side of a culture filled with "pop"
I could flip through five thousand channels non-stop
Surfing through waves of Pepsi and Spears
wading through starlets priming in mirrors
Oh, Oh!! Its Paris! Never more substantial things to see
I hope her new BFF is Britney, or Whitney...or Whatever
I saw Miss Hilton's soul walk out of her lithe body
It looked like a celaphane bag filled with pink cotton candy
Walking chin up with Tyra, picking our next Top Model
to marry the next American Idol on a special
edition of "Making the Bachelor of Love"
Oh the Humanity! Oh the Reality!
They found true love on TV....Isn't life botoxiful??
...
Categories:
priming, funny
Form:
Free verse
(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)
What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus in the afterglow
Seek out seventy two virgins, priming fuses to blow?
Come together in jannah, with a godlike libido
Write painstaking poetry, devoid of human ego
Kill every known disease, have a chat with a mosquito
Build a chocolate empire, watch fatty deposits grow
Start a protein only diet, get ripped from head to toe?
View b movie stars at night, (censure) the matinee show
Have no more hangovers, enjoy life utterly blotto
Bring back prohibition, replace it with a pink benzo?
Smoke marijuana safely, vaporise tobacco
Play chess at home with the wife, or away with a bimbo
Give a hand to starving wolves, then go howl out the window
Let a child get carried away, not by some wild dingo?
Set the bar high enough, flambé for a life of limbo
Categories:
priming, life, people, perspective,
Form:
Monorhyme
~September of remembrance to savor, after grueling August drought,
~Ever so pleasing, such as enjoying just one rain spout.
~Priming is timing an equinox change, adjusting period format,
~Timing is crucial as squirrels scamper about storing their winter’s fat.
~Enormous are the compose piles in back yards and the wilds,
~Major rich habitat, create images of squirming earth worm smiles.
~But yes, four seasons for good reason change human attitude,
~Enough recycles, and change rearrange human habitude.
~Remembering the equinox of fall, expressing to Creator some gratitude.
In Honor of Carol Brown
And Contest: Fall is Just Around The Corner
Categories:
priming, nature, change,
Form:
Acrostic
Virtual Fantasy
by Odin Roark
So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon their face
First on paper
Crayon scribbles
Then long waits
Yearly Halloween
And make-believe
Come paint-on tats
Just like mommy daddy
On leg
Neck
Heart
Then to legal age innocence
Crow’s feet cover
Cheekbone carving
Botox injections
Steroid Adams
Enhancement Eves
Fast forward
Beneath gender façade
Lurks a swirling cauldron
Marveling in grease slick color
Oil running hot
Engine never cold
To be
Is not to be
Man and woman
Where molten-hardened
Eruptive cycles
So often masked
Addictively rush tomorrow’s reality
Meanwhile
History ever fading
Continues priming expectants
Reminding Barbie doll captives
And GI Joe dreamers
Tomorrow’s headgear fantasy
Comes with warning
Virtual sympathy
Not included
Categories:
priming, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped me hard.
Cindy went on vacation heading South,
she warned me priming up her mouth,
" Don't mess around with my girlfriend,
don't touch her! " I kept quite and grinned.
I refused to listen and promise I wouldn't;
her look expressed a plausible doubt,
I was a playboy in search of a hideaway
and while she was gone, I could surely play.
And fun I had through those two weeks,
Chrissy, the girl with pink and yellow hair,
asked me for a date, I couldn't refuse her
we headed down to the nearest beach to kiss.
Other nights we went to the movies,
we stuffed our mouths with buttery popcorn
and laughed hard spilling our drinks;
cheating on Cindy never induced guilt or scorn.
The time came for me to be slapped hard in the head
for being such a naughty boy, a liar without guilt
who cheated with her best friend to start a conflict
and ready to face embarrassment, I seemed not afraid.
One July evening when Chrissy and I were kissing
on the velvety sofa, I heard crackling noises coming
from the kitchen, heavy footsteps started approaching...
" Who is that? I hollered while my fret was increasing.
" It's me, pretty boy! I am back! You will regret this a lot!"
her shrilling voice was a rumbling thunder incurring fright,
" We are watching, " Friends "! I made up a silly excuse,
" You kissed Chrissy! You promised me you wouldn't have cheated! "
" Blame her, she tempted me! " I couldn't resist her! " I exclaimed.
" Silly boy, enough of your games...you have much to lose! "
" Ah, shameless liar, get out my sight! " And dashing towards me
she slapped me in the head making me feel her hard blow, " Come Chrissy,
she's going crazy! If she thought I was untrustworthy, why did she
she go on vacation? To test me? " I condemned her action with asperity.
Written on 7/3/2016
Categories:
priming, absence, adventure, courage, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
His hands were calloused...
From many years of skillfull craftsmanship.
Her hands were soft...
From many years of priming and polishing.
His hands were scarred...
From many years of fighting.
Her hands were cut...
From many years of gardening.
All of our hands are different and tell a different story...
but everything we do is for a purpose.
Categories:
priming, imagery, work,
Form:
Free verse
priming for takeoff, preparing for flight
timing is touch and go, let's make it tight
climbing the mountains and soaring the heights
rhyming is sonorous, sounding just right
cruising at altitude, floating on air
choosing to wander without any care
musing so merrily, flourishing flair
fusing the forms in a fun-filled affair
thriving, lush scenery, everywhere found
striving serenely, selecting sweet sounds
driving the engines, we're now homeward bound
arriving back safely, wheels on the ground
lasting enchantments are there for the tell
contrasting oddities, things we know well
blasting bright images, conjuring smells
casting our magic with poetic spells
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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for the "Magical Spell" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Ligouri
written 03/14/2022
Categories:
priming, flying, magic, muse,
Form:
Quatrain
I can’t write today
my tongue is stuck in my cheek
the pen’s dry
powdered ink like sifting sand
on greased paper flees.
The well is dry.
Pump priming is required
and my feet are stuck
with my mind and **** to the inside
of a dry mouth.
Click, click, click
the false keys chirp
mimicking the old black
typewriter..
chitter chatter.
Sunbeams have lost their perk
caffeine has lost its BUZZ
the dust bunnies are playing stick ball
between my post caterpillar eyebrows
even flaxseed oil doesn’t damp the dry mouth.
Perhaps, I’ll have a cold one poured?
Prime numero uno..
grease the wheels of mediocrity?
Sharpen the nib of my font?
“Oh do stop that incessant gibber!”
Categories:
priming, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
How would someone write an “urban” sonnet,
When the formation of the poem is lame.
Some poets will stray away from old bonnets,
And some rather keep the good lines the same.
Across this sonnet contest, so I came,
So here I write as it brings me much shame…
This poem is about the struggle I face,
As I attempt to write out all these lines.
Surely this poems is not full of grace,
But my aggravation, oh, how it shines.
Even if one is steeped in the same brine,
No other prose will compare as a twine.
Lines have ten syllables, just as you asked,
And each stanza has the correct rhyming.
Is not the best but I hope I have passed,
And this poem is found in good timing.
For my skills, I am molding and priming,
For good work I and pushing and climbing.
Did not get all, but my ass you got half,
Now, I hope this poem has brought a good laugh.
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May 2, 2019
Urban Sonnet Contest
Sponser: Emile Pinet
Poem Type: Urban Sonnet (10 syllables/line, ABABBB- CDCDDD- EFEFFF- GG)
Categories:
priming, funny, parody, poetry, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...
of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating
nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus domesticus dumbstruck,
who doth make feeble attempt
albeit without explaining
rhyme or reason
poetic, plaintive, pathetic... cluck,
regarding doomed pyrrhic victory
against incessant cackling
more fowl and upset
than goosed duck,
she that casus belli hideous source
feels cooped up bred to lay eggs
absent any pleasure to fµç*
out her tail feathers fin
hushed yoked for sole purpose
mutter under beak, what the "huck"
subsequently, she takes frustration
buzzfeeding me 'bout chained to
chicken feed to earn
breeder (yours truly) favorable luck
yielding "FAKE" farmer
Matthew Scott Harris megabuck
regarding top quality accolades
raves subsequently generate
he invariably feels moonstruck
matter of fact expanded business
necessitating workers to drive
state of the art rigorous motortruck
the missus decries mistreatment
scratching thru mire and muck
to fill little beasts in belly,
eventually retired, repurposed
relieved invariably chef
buoy or gull hardy sole destiny,
whereby one or another
hired hand will gingerly pluck
every spruced, primped,
groomed... feather
in short shrift priming
precious helpless creature,
(who bemoans lack
of state bird status)
into slaughterhouse five
butchered, filleted (maybe), quartered...
routed to household kitchen
gamely served at potluck
toothpicks applied to teeth
loosening gristle unstuck
after appetites satiated
belt unbuckled years ago
purchased before Sears Roebuck
shuttered stores, plus
bought linens and things
comfortable pillow perfect to tuck
under drowsy sudden sleepy head
unaware coop d'etat mutiny hatched,
whereby sly fox weasels him/
herself to guard henhouse
finding petrified slack beaked
AC/DC powered chicken coop,
where prating poultry thunderstruck.
Categories:
priming, abuse, father, grave, marriage,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Daffodils crave caresses from the sun,
yet April showers must first melt the frost.
For Her rain announces Spring has begun;
crocus sprout and Winter's covers get tossed.
Songbirds start singing on the sunny days
of Spring as robin redbreasts build mud nests.
And happily bask in the sun's warm rays
while priming and preening their feathered chests.
Forests of trees deploy emerald leaves;
soaking up sunbeams streaming toward Earth.
And with each ray a sprouting plant receives;
opportunities grow for life and birth.
Nothing in Nature is ever random;
sunshine and showers arrive in tandem.
Categories:
priming, beautiful, how i feel,
Form:
Sonnet
The Plump needs Enduring Exercise
To Excess Weight shed and check size,
I tell you: need to questions ask
For a just confronted task;
Navigator’s Compass arrange
For voyage that over seas range:
Your two legs straighten and back arch
Ahead of a circuitous March;
For The Anonymous Caller,
Calm Ears of one who is taller,
Priming them for Threats or Shy Love
To Caller: “You’re The One above!’’
Surely, one needs Balanced Diet
For relevance in A Riot…
All these Free Advice to revise
And their testing a means devise.
Categories:
priming, imagination, perspective, wisdom, words,
Form:
Rhyme