Best Punctilious Poems
Chaste and more graceful
Than the white canvassed Dhow:
Reclines sweet Nefertiti
Upon a Blue Nile breeze.
Fabled entity more whiter
Than the purest white snow
That thickly blankets
And folds over the wide Pyrenees.
Dipped is thy beak
Into a harvesters August sunset;
A Bohun proper,
Gorged and chained with a crown;
Tipped Argent quills
Thus scrawl across royal warrants:
Plodding, punctilious creature -
Of high born renown!
Proudly thy trumpet Lancastrian ascension,
Emblazoned on a Heraldic shield;
Pomp and indignation
Paddling alongside contemptuous scorn;
Sinuous neck of Serpentine undulations
Tensioned as if a Longbow -
On whose plaited strings
The sturdy Yeomans Bodkins were drawn!
And did Columbines mask
Ever hold such indignant eyes
For whose feathered heart
The diligent cob did attend?
His sedulous efforts
To court within impassioned grunts
When intertwining throats
Do abouts and lovingly wend.
O, Cygnus olor!
En monde bosse - glittering Dunstable jewel;
Pen and immortal verse
Chart beside heavens gilded streams.
For under old mariners discarded stars
And above silvered byways:
Whoop the beat of dusted wings
Inside slumbering clouds wandering dreams.
Categories:
punctilious, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
My uncle's polka dot bow-tie is markedly symbolic,
For he has been, throughout his life, a fervent spotaholic.
His patient wife, dear Dottie, with whom he is quite besotted
Will only buy him underpants if suitably bespotted!
Punctilious with spellings, it will come as no surprise,
That he delights to cross the T's and gaily dots the I's.
And even as a lad when bad concussion laid him low,
To see those spots before his eyes had minimised the blow!
So when he goes out walking with his pet dalmation,Spot
His coat aburst with polka dots, he doesn't care a jot!
I doubt he'll ever mend his ways for everybody knows
'A leopard cannot change his spots' - or so the saying goes!
18/01/19
'Polka dot poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
punctilious, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Children, our most treasured wealth shouldn’t grow maimed
In joyful living and the art of life, they need to be groomed
At a young age when they are flexible and pliable
A mother’s gentle guidance will help them not to stumble
I feel I should extend my guiding hand to teach
How to live happy and attain the stature they should reach
I would teach my children a dozen and more values
To be fair and just in all they do and shine in life like jewels
I insist, from the right path they should never waver
Also, to speak out their mind without fear or favor
They should learn to love their body with all its flaws
Keeping fit, but knowing it is internal beauty that glows
Train them to ensure personal hygiene, keep things tidy
Follow a system, be punctual and in decisions, be steady
Inculcate in them a love for their parents, siblings, and the family
Treating all men with respect and love, facing criticism calmly
Make them diligent in their study, dutiful and punctilious
Braving life with its ups and downs, springing back with resilience
Train them to accept that life offers a mixed pack of joy and grief
And hardly there is time to waste in lamentation, as life is brief
Train them to be vigilant not to fall in traps set by predators
As, in our world, there are masked assassins and imposters
Above all, make them love God, giving the reins of life to His hands
Knowing things are never in man’s control, but everything works as He plans
Feb.14.2023
12 Things You’d Teach Your Child
Sponsor- Matt Caliri
Categories:
punctilious, character, children, mother,
Form:
Couplet
Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.
Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.
Some little bells can echo a jingle
that surely bestow a Christmas tingle.
Quite many bells ting melodious chime
prompting our schedule's punctilious time.
A carillons' unique, harmonized bells
swing from gentleness to overtone swells.
Suspended bronze discs reach resonant gongs,
characterized by gregarious songs.
A bittersweet bell that distantly tolls
announces angelic release of souls.
Categories:
punctilious, celebration, christmas, funeral, music,
Form:
Couplet
"Dia de Los Muertos", the Spanish name it. Eve
of All Saints, saw we of the church of blessed assurance
of an observance ushering in fall while easing
our multilingual obsession with death. The sun shines
on unmarked graves, and, "Come winter the same
snow falls, dusting us all," so it is said, and so
honored at The Dollar Tree Store.
Weeks before Halloween, when punctilious roadside tents
fill with demonic orange grins, when what the French
call The Season of Color with its 'sturm und drang' roars
in, I push past the doors of The Dollar Tree. No
automatic entry ushers us in, no Pearly Gates swing
wide to celestial Muzak. We come to purchase the needs
of the living-- tinfoil, plastic bags, detergent: a limpid purple
liquid with its cautionary "Do Not Drink," its "Fragrancia
Duradera." Longevity, one dollar a bottle.
Shelves of seasonal gimcracks stack up at the entrance.
"Adornes" in your face, useless for extending time:
crows with real feathers, spectral spider webs, glittery
black skulls, mockup tombstones inscribed "Rest in
Pieces"--Do Not Disturb-- Don't Laugh, You're Next.
I laugh, anyway. Comics know reality is funny.
All Hallows Eve a year ago, our parish priest
stood in cemetery darkness at a rude stone altar,
celebrating Mass at Bosque Bello, our Beautiful Forest
of flashlights and luminaries. There among graves
of the known and unknown, we broke bread and
shared the cup of blood, there, where the blessed dead
settle deep in their shoe-boxes, and the not-yet-
unmasked confront certain demise.
Categories:
punctilious, death,
Form:
Blank verse
She smiles
and considers the crowd,
all backward somersaulting
detached vagabonds, all,
serious soft smalls revealed -
marshmallows imbued
with the glee of writing
irregular poetry;
works of art thou art,
thou art, thou art, all indeed -
and what did Dickinson say,
“the Maples never knew
that you were coming -
I declare, how red
their faces grew” -
well, we all march on,
and by the side of our roads,
the righteous town criers
of prognostication, stand
their grounds for commentary,
like sensate servile monks
full of the base sound facts,
ringing their shellac bells,
like an exercise in pulling weights;
the waits inside their cries foretell,
of the things we do not know,
will never know,
like the bride we all are,
gullible, innocent of what is to come,
but we dance our dance
flirting with luscious life
beckoning come hither,
we still write our own vows,
and throw our skirts asunder,
spinning bottles, all undressed
half addressed half said,
punctilious lost in
wayward pentameter,
such bad whirling dervish
behaviour,
truth and dare
and Father Time
will kiss and tell
we poetically march on
we all march on
we think we know
which side we're on
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“All those Hills you left for me to Hue,
There was no Purple suitable -
You took it all with you.
Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door -
I will not be pursued”
Emily Dickinson. March.
Categories:
punctilious, humanity, journey, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Days of longing, days alone,
hours and hours spent on you own
days of dreaming still alone
anxious just to hear the phone.
Nights are sleepless, endless too,
the rooster's call long overdue,
the noise unwelcome when first heard,
that slave to time, punctilious bird
with undue timing breaks the dream,
the one with hope to make it seem
much better, but purports to fake
a false pretender when you wake.
For what was there is still in view,
you dream and dream but never do.
Days of longing, days alone,
hours and hours spent on your own,
nights of waking, nights in thought,
hours and hours that come to nought.
Categories:
punctilious, introspection, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
by Michaelw1two
inspired by word works of Void Opus
all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you,
this written punctilious event, come full circle;
rising to the very cusp, from titubate cathedra,
wherein the last of pure worshipers, in chants;
celebrate the edification cleared, to your last days,
by those, with their own amphigouris conjunct;
this of your quintessence, to show tutelar beings,
nothing, but exemplification of pride and dominance;
arise, you opprobrious center jestee, then look up,
to the center of infinite, lonesome screams;
this day’s iniquity is all you will fight for;
these last importunes, are all for you, one last time,
histrionically, making way, to move forward;
to the vertiginousness, of sand, sweat and ground,
denunciatory yells and screams, are all for you;
bow your head lower and cross this palisade,
to the center, until you hear a rise of yells;
the pitch perfect roar, cannot stop the gods,
until you are circled, in yourself, by all of us;
this last chance, for you to soutenu forward,
until you ululate for the dust from the dead;
this all for you, your torrid tomentum, this tined fork,
made to transfix all that has become perpetually you;
accompanied incessantly by these sanguinary tridents,
all for you, aimed at you, the fountainhead raising;
these enduring entry points, standing at your fundament,
in themselves, distinct in that you be one all for you;
one more is all, one more to extirpate, for this is all,
this wright’s sword your will needs, even if this ends;
all from you, the all for you, is all you will ever need,
are you ready for the all of these acuminate moira?
May 2013
Categories:
punctilious, words,
Form:
Free verse
"On Gelid Night" by David Hart
On gelid night, prone amidst this small sea of
faineant coverlets,
A nimeity of somnolent susurrations--
Bombinate and pierce the greyblack night.
Still, the foundling lies on bilious pillow
A radiator's dolorous tintinnabulation
Harmonizes a fan's punctilious paean.
On this gelid night,
A languid pillow kisses this naive cheek.
Vocabulary
Bilious-ill-tempered; Foundling-lost child; nimiety-excess (n);
dolorous-sad; tintinnabulation-tinkling sound; susurrations(n)-whispers; faineant(adj)-
idle; gelid-icy cold; bombinate-buzz or hum; punctilious-precise; paean- a song of praise
Categories:
punctilious, history,
Form:
Verse
Into the indigo sky
the planes climb
at regular intervals,
like clean, slow-motion
signal flares
fired by a punctilious soldier
fighting a decorous war.
From this distance,
the planes’ engines
are little pendant earrings,
swingless beneath
ridiculous cantilevered ears,
their screams muffled,
straining furiously
to hoist their ponderous freights
into sky and night,
locked in a slanted tug of war
with a force unseen
bent on reeling them back
like renegade kites.
For a few moments,
the outcomes of the duels
appear far from certain,
the planes slow and labored
on their ascent,
seemingly disheartened
by so much space.
But they keep climbing,
plowing dark furrows
in dark cloddish sky,
slipping gravity’s
last rapacious grasp.
They disappear behind
shadowy fleece,
edging them with
with red and green lights,
reappearing now and again
in jagged tears in the cloud-quilt,
sightings of
mythical birds
in surreptitious flight.
Rising,
rising,
their lights recede,
blink out,
and are gone.
The sight of these
night planes
always gives me
the feeling
I’m being left behind,
by them,
and by the spirit
of Saint-Exupéry,
that rider of ancient planes,
that cloud-hopping wanderer
entombed in a starry sky,
foe of inertia
who was privy
to the danger
of flying,
and the greater danger of
not going.
Categories:
punctilious, adventure, flying, freedom, history,
Form:
Free verse
In a joyous praise of Spring’s embrace
Comes a glorious, punctilious, Victorian ara
With clothes of Cotton, satin, and lace
to make our appearances look bright and fair.
All that the sun shining ever brightly could give;
I give unto you in joyous merriment today,
gaiety for these festivities that will bring new life
to the comforts of friendship, and as one I say.
with nothing more in my presence to entertain my guests.
I, a host to thee, shall leave you to the spendor awaiting
And so. Prepare the goose, the duck, and all.
Leaving nay work for thee, so begone with thee, to rest.
To linger on and above, the mansion balcony so high
overlooking the garden of colourful variety below
Violins awaite to play for you in sweet, classical repose
An’ so doth the waiters and the dancers, so get up and go!
In a blazing fireplace within the house doth smell
Ever so opulent, the ambrosia in a meat smoked haze.
Laughter that sought all the company of joy is here
within the maturity of styles for all to look upon and gaze.
Never shalt within a future I let thee forget, this moment.
Seldom, if any at all, come together like so.
But like so, shall forever I await for thee with banquets of scented joy
Bliss in the shape of laughter, liveliness in the shape of power.
Categories:
punctilious, seasons, sweet, together, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
This is what you’re
For God’s sake
Shake off shadowy cocoon
Of your broken past and its
Punctilious cares,
As along the pathway of love
Nobody laughs at the afflicted heart.
The lamp that you lit
Every night has burnt a hole
In the ignorant shade.
No place of hiding contagious guilt.
You were not born a poet
And weren’t looked after to be one either.
The syntactic beauty of words
Live as the freshly plough field
And swift as gray wings of flooded river
Bare your soul to the worth of well-wishes
A bit early
Your palm lines fall short
And inconsistent endeavor
Purportedly averted you the education
Job, posting and mainstream prosperity
Yet your light-flooded eyes
Never trembled
Reminiscence of scintillating memories
Of three decades in exotic destinations
Where waking life of a dreamer
Stand in the spring’s wild beads
Made up your loss
And people often ask
Why you are so loving, dear!
Categories:
punctilious, appreciation, celebration, conflict, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
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Panglossian Perspective
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable,
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized,
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative,
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.
Categories:
punctilious, age, appreciation, atheist, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
The truth became hideous
While lies turned delicious
I was not fastidious
Neither was I insidious
Only slightly bilious
Because I was lascivious
Though in truth, I was oblivious
That I rotated into supercilious
Even though I was punctilious!
Categories:
punctilious, emotions,
Form:
Monorhyme
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
Categories:
punctilious, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse