Best Publicize Poems
I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.
Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’
The rooster crowed with all his might
To publicize my sorry plight
And terror-stricken piglets squealed
As rifle cocked, he left the field.
I turned and fled: there’d be no grace
For farmer Giles had picked up pace.
But then, a crack, a curse ; a whopper!
Old Farmer Giles had come a cropper!
This close escape I did embrace
For he had run a wild goose chase!
And as I raised a thankful sigh
A cackling form went flying by!
Competition entry : I accidentally let one loose : Charles Messina 22 July N/A
Applicable Not Applicable Contests Poetry Contest : sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
19.05.19
Categories:
publicize, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh Lord I hear the words inside my brain.
The pounding, pounding, pounding won’t abstain,
this favor that you granted unto me
in meter, rhyme and endless poetry.
I can not comprehend why you chose me
to publicize your truth in poetry,
but still I’ll try to make your wishes known
in words and lines that I shall call my own.
Oh Lord I pray my work will dignify
your name, and Lord I promise I will try
to never underestimate my skill,
for Lord I understand that it’s your will.
May everything that I shall ever write
be worthy of your love, and bring delight.
Categories:
publicize, faith, inspirational, jesus, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …
Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained
… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy, The Promise, The Paradise-Preordained
The Perfect-Future and The Victory-Parade
… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade
Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang…
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains
When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained
For On Position-Comparison, We ‘All’ Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane
Amen… Again… Amen
Categories:
publicize, allegory, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal
officiating penile quests
rapaciously, sadistically
tenaciously, unstoppably
vasocongested wickedness
Xerses yawped zeolously.
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All throughout history of man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged,
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
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Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles
maximized looting, pillaging, raping
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins,
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
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Twenty first century *****Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, molest outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
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Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the sexual thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ********, indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth x-rated animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
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The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male sex mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid tawdry unwanted villainous withering zeal!
Categories:
publicize, abuse, age, anger, discrimination,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
__Attestation to our sweet dreams__
We can’t beef
We’re far from it
We can’t leave
We’re richer than that
We can apologize
When we’re wrong
We can publicize
When we’re strong
We’re not mad
We’re conscious of time
And so we’ll be heard
At exactly the time
We have depth in us
We dream of what is feasible
We’re wise and a brilliant source…
We’re meaningful and capable
All we have in our desires are real
And they are worth in our dreams
Medals and wordsmith meal
Are perhaps minimal in our rhythm?
We struggle in the battle
We lock horn that is realizable
Our visions abound- aren’t rattle
They are palatable and charitable.
Categories:
publicize, adventure, body, care, career,
Form:
Rhyme
Timidity
Hurl me stones as much as you like
To shear my skin from bone
Bereaving me, you can boast of your custom
Your end is just,
Theirs to make me silent
But millions to millions crawls,
Same way every day and night
Might be there, your pebbles storage can go empty
Nature should remain thinking to construe stones
In faster rate to heat me like desires born again
But my liking, desires cannot go in vain
There is back up of almighty pushing me to do
Being forwarded again and again
Don’t be afraid of them they are thieve
They loot bag satisfy them self every night by same routine
Only they publicize you in the name of adultery
Penalising killing, devouring your flesh with stone
I’ m behind you to support my dear
If this time they peel off you
Next time I scrape their mind with same and right vision
They are doing wrong, wrong worse
What you liked is nature, my system
How they dared to halt, my other beloved
I ask to creator think in it, and change the devise
About such timidity where is weak
In your generation, stop to fill cruelty.
Categories:
publicize, discrimination, gender, grief, heartbroken,
Form:
Concrete
I have never came out of the closet about my passion for poetry
People consider it a waste of time and a step backward to failure
that cannot bring in a steady income and cannot make life worth living
So when I took up my pen and wrote my first poem and then share it publicly
with complete stranger and with the love and support that I have receive it give me
back the feeling and passion that I once hid away and for that I thank you
Poem for me is the only way I know how to express my feeling without shame
It is a way to escape within my thought, emotion and dreams
Taking up a pen and just writing how I feel is something special and unique
and I have hid the one thing that makes me whole and alive; so when stranger
who seem so nice and sincere can tell me and show me how proud they are
it clears all doubt and for that I thank you
When I first found this site I was shock to know that I have found a place to call home
where my words can be publicize and not just seen as words without meaning
but shows potential of a girl who just want to do the one thing she loves
and poetry soup have given me a place to feel comfortable and finally be happy
so to all the members who have read my poem " crush" and leave such warm comments
and also for my future friends this poem is for you because
I just want to show my appreciation as I bow and once again say
Thank you!
K. Armstrong
Categories:
publicize, how i feel,
Form:
Light Verse
Power and Form
Are the two elements of a human life
Our words are sweet and sometimes sour
However it’s a deadly trace throughout the human race
We say yes too often to satisfy our so-called rational minds
Is the life of a poet/poetess more fulfilling than a farmer?
Are we the expression of nature?
Or victims of a regimental affiliations
We are as you know impossible and unpredictable
Because we all are crazy species
Power and form
There is no more secret society
The secret of man is publicize under watchful eyes
The world looks into our families’ photos
Looking for the perfect quota,
As each and everyone one of us partake in online revelry
Like an disciplinary cavalry
However, within our soul lies the truth.
I lost one year, one birthday
I rebirth and lost my power and position
Atlas! I am in the lower realms
Now I am in heaven
Categories:
publicize, inspirational, introspection, nostalgia, recovery
Form:
Prose Poetry
La Cavalera Catrina 1910-1930:
An etching by cartoonist and lithographer, José Guadalupe Posada
Of a Garbancera, elegant skull, an upper-class woman of the Porfiriata
Has become a character icon of the Mexican “Día de Los Muertos”
A celebration of life in which it is much believed or “muy fuertos”
That the spirits of the dead are to return to their home
with relatives on these two days to spend time, it’s well known
Writing “calaveritas” which are short, humorous poems shared
With family and friends who show how much they cared
About a living person, how they died, then published to publicize
In magazines and newspapers, mostly celebrities and politicians to satirize
There is art that is added to the light-heartedness of the occasions
Skeletons drinking, dancing, and celebrating, depicted in humorous situations
Sugar skulls or calaveras made as edible or decorative skulls for the day
Another tradition, they are baked from either sugar called Alfeñiques or clay
It is custom to see sugar skull makeup on children, adults in array
to represent departed souls for Day of the Dead and All Souls Day
Categories:
publicize, appreciation, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches.
Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach.
Porsche-mania, though was his all.
Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He
packed up his things and left his freezing Chicago neighborhood.
Blond, tall, amenable with the most beautiful eyes of hypnotic blue.
My cousin, Bruce, so determined to develop his effervescent, glowing manhood.
He was par excellance at selling Mercedes Benz, and,made a substantial living.
He married a beautiful woman, bought a home with pool in Anaheim.
I have never known a man so unselfish and totally giving!
A Porsche Race Car driver, he did become!
Standing there in his white racing suit,blond hair waving, holding a helmet shining in the California sun!
He was living his dream come true.
He became manager of Porche dealership,bought a ranch house with pool
in Malibu. Then, he wasn't feeling well,something was most askew.
Indeed he battled cancer for two years, but not once did I hear him complain, not even a grumble.
People complain of smaller issues, "victim acts" are their thing. Oh, how they do publicize their suffering!
But cancer got the very best of him.He became yet more thin and more than ill.
Bruce celebrated his fortieth birthday in that California Spring!
Eleven days later, God tapped him on the shoulder. And said, " come home, to me, your soul, do bring"
I have quite never gotten over this loss.
I miss his humility and laughter and helping others, no matter the cost!
Bruce did not come from money at all.
He loved, people and life. That was his true legacy and call.
My Highest tribute to my Cousin Bruce.
April 3, 1947~ April 16, 1987
Such joy, generoty and humility!
Always in my thoughts,
Cousin Pangie
3/11/2021
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Categories:
publicize, cousin, memorial, thanks, tribute,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You are the conqueror, you always conquer
on your fingernail seats the victory home
in your head dwells all tactics
for halting
for bending
for cutting
for slaying the truthful mouth
yes, with lies the power
you can do
you can undo
a giant lion that shuts
lion in the glade
a giant prey that makes
prey walk on the ground
when its hover above the earth
a giant fish they runs fish a distance length
yes, you can do
you can undo
what you step upon none dare moves close it.
you are a evil yourself
evil is you himself
what suffers others laughs you hysterically
you the fear that fears the fear
you the fear that fears yourself
who dare faces you and says you do right none
perhaps one that wants to lick the cup of life
one that wants to live beneath the soil
'I winder
do you at times wonder
I am really the conqueror'
'yes'
do you do and say I have done?
do you publicize your scheme?
do you kill and say I have killed?
can you kill truth in people's heart?
who is the conqueror?
Categories:
publicize, absence, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
He sits and mourns and weeps within the Willow trees. A sodden forlorn form,
alone in his own company. bemoaning fate as destiny's joke. While keeping in his
cups. An addled mind won't show the truth of how he was taken in by a trollop.
Immune he thought his senses be to the wiles of a womens ways. For was he not the
one who always had his heart intact at the end of the day?
But sly as night her temptations were. With each smile and bat of an eye. Her
gowns were designed to tease a glimpse. Of what lay beneath when she disrobed at
night. She coyly watched from behind her fan as he went slowly insane. With a need
to kiss her red rose lips an add her to his fame. He bet all the men at his Club that
he'd have her in a fortnight. They gladly took his wager, cheering on that she'd put up
a fight.
He took her riding in Hyde Park and to the theaters and brunch. Presented her with
diamond pins, ruby eardrops, necklaces and such. She played the game so cunningly
with smiles and gentle touches. Unspoken promises of passionate nights. She had him
in her clutches. Then came the night that she gave in. Not once did he think of bets
while in her bed. No, the mighty Rogue was well and trapped. His heart new it was love
before his head.
He lied to his chums and paid dearly. For he could not publicize it so. he loved the
woman more than money. His ego he let take a heavy blow. He lavished his first and
only fiance with all she could ever want. Money to buy her wedding trousseau and a
home on West Hillary Blunt.
It was a sad day for all mankind when he stood alone at the alter. She was already
half way to Paris, France. His new found faith in love began to falter. How could he,
The Rogue Supreme, have fallen when he should have been dallying? He was tempted
by fates first taste of trust. Brought low by loves sweet calling\center>
"Act one Scene one" contest
Placement: 4th place
Categories:
publicize, funny, lost loveheart, night,
Form:
Prose Poetry
my world of tidal waves and sinking cities has not surprised me
of falling towers and other such horrors
its like ive accidentally seen them coming
and now I hate this world thinking I'm some sort of god
stuck in the middle of everything
inspiring mirrors of muses and masterpieces
and sometimes i wonder if god mad me bite off more than i could chew
but htat fire within
that crime i had to do
to save my life
i never meant to comit
i would be dead if i didn't
and maybe your daughters too
and now word of mouth
two towns and sa city know about a crazy guy
who went nuts in a big way
from some drug
but no one knows the whole truth
until this hits the streets and comes circling round
and the police will have to admit
i'm either more criminally minded than i care to realise
or it was all an accident
or that house was truly haunted
but i'm a tired soul
a lonely heart
and my pillow is swollen
from tears of nightly torments of the radio
My story goes on
this legacy continues
and i care more for you than i let on
and i hate the world sometimes for the way it has happened to me
more than you will ever know
but i am strong
and i am weak
i find love and hold onto it
until they find a way to remove it from me
or i poison myself another way
but i dont lie
and i dont hide
I'm not a murderer
I'm not arapist
I'm not a sex offender
just someone who lost their mind from drugs
just about got murdered heard some bad news and had to get away
and it haunts me everyday
it has haunted me for years
it has tormented me
and i know i am guilty
but i also saved more than just my life
and i think thats worth more than one room of your house
so i hope you keep that in mind
wehn I publicize
the letters
i have written to hitmen
who i know are out looking for a bounty
to stalk this miracle with a gun
my days are numbered again
and this phoenix needs to be reborn
but how many lives and chances do i have?
the place from the fire within
was the beginning of an wscape and a new chapter of my getaway
and a new grape of wrath
and an endless book of self rejection and emotional scars
that hopefully one day heals
for now work on you
i know nothing will be the same
but at least you have your sanity
and mine is questioned everyday!
Categories:
publicize, angst, death, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of Me Flirting by Gfycat.
Tatiana Needed Support To Come Out
Lil' Tatiana her stomach like butterflies,
Could not speak in public, had doctor analyze,
Prescribed taking lessons and try to improvise,
Instead, the butterflies started to colonize.
Insecticides were used by helping euthanize,
It did the task but still, she could not vocalize,
Her parents told her story so to advertize,
Many had read it and started to empathize.
Experts arrived and the masses did galvanize,
For now, they concentrate just keeping localize,
They trust that this way it will help to minimize,
And help her focus, what is best to maximize.
People she knew made her calm and help sensitize,
The experts aware there's a need to emphasize,
That her mental status best needs to stabilize,
And bring to bear her priors and visualize.
Raising her mettle, edginess will stabilize,
Obstacles aside will help her to verbalize,
The lower her fears fulfill and not traumatize,
So the need to practice and do more exercise.
She is set and on her ways, all will recognize,
Placed all her thoughts and energy to harmonize,
That her realm attractively has gone neutralize,
And she will be good to come out and stabilize.
Her folks were talked out of it to not publicize,
The audience did come out and desensitize,
The conditions and all have her epitomize,
Her Shakespearean reading, a soliloquize.
2020 March 01
HMS; 28 lines x 12 syllables per = 336 syllables total
Categories:
publicize, allegory, poetry,
Form:
Monorhyme
We must never of each other forget.
Remember that, or buid a world of regret.
Each man or woman is your sister or brother.
No matter what their beliefs or their skin color.
God did not make one race better than another.
So best we realize that we are all sisters and brothers.
I realize the not-so-chic news hides this obvious fact.
And loves to publicize differences, those political hacks!
Turn off the news, if you wish to remain truly sane.
Love all others, perhaps lift a glass of champagne?
2/6/2021
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Categories:
publicize, humanity, love,
Form:
Couplet