Best Quorum Poems
Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,
Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie
Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination
Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy
Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt
To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic quorum of questioners
Respond and recover rhymes rapidly
Serendipitous sentimentality
Turns timely tanka traitorously toward
Unmistakably understated Uranus,
Vindicating verses vilifying Vashti.
Whacking wannish warblers west,
‘Xaggerating ‘Xtemperaneous X’tra special poems
Yet yielding a yeomanly yearning toward
A zealous zany zingaroo of zest.
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"
Origami
Sitting quietly chatting sipping
fragrant coffee steaming.
Mind eyes mind's eye, all independently wandering
'let slip' reins dangling.
Peace, as they individually pursue
their individual endings.
Activity, a quorum and a ladder
gather them together,
a 'sale' sign erected in a bookshop window.
Initially eyes observe a dim and watery reflection,
then through glass in feature place
big block letters hold sway,
blue and bold they say,
in a chunky, awkward way,
“ORIGAMI”
Prompted by irony wryness emerges
and as the chosen foreman
collars and kicks thought into gear.
Now, eyes mind and mind's eye
harnessed again do process
the title which represents so much
then the image under the letters.
A space shuttle! In colour in flight,
all in folded paper.
with what do I associate
the pursuit that's here engendered
by word so blue and bold,
in chunky blocks presented?
convey the serene
emulate peace and beauty
quest for perfection
sparse and delicate
nature peeks from artistry
structure and balance
patient creation
thought and silence, reflection
meditation, poise
expressing oneness
shown in harmonious folds
homage and respect
So where lies irony which prompted wryness to action?
A matter of perspective pure for
the thing in living colour flight,
proud beneath the title
sends my thoughts off wandering
down roads altogether different
to quiet contemplation
a space shuttle is excitement!
Noise smoke and fire, risk!
technology subduing nature.
The very atoms screaming, harnessed
in destructive chemical reaction,
to force a cargo up and away
past enveloping atmosphere and gravity,
the protective embrace
of good old mother earth.
Man stands astride the world,
over his conquered foes!
The fish and birds and living things
that move upon the ground.
Apparatus held aloft and waved
science triumphantly brandished!
Gleaming instruments the anathema to
the pollution which has spawned them.
on the cover behind the glass
beneath the sale sign,
Eastern and Western approaches both,
eagerly presented defined,
a polyglutenous combination
of idea-medium-form,
designed to render artistic thought
mere technical reality.
©T.Arnold
The garrulous, Greek grape gatherers,
Joined joyously with jocund japes,
The olive pickers and Ostrich plucker’s,
Celebrating the seasons success in song.
The querulous quiver of musical quavers,
From a quorum of quality wine quaffer’s
Reverberated robustly round the room,
And resonated rhythmically from the roofs rafters.
An altercation arose amongst some aggressive Athenians,
Averting an armed argument was avoided adroitly,
By brave, bold buskers, brusquely berating their bombast,
And loudly and laudably lamenting such Loutish leanings.
Personally I drank my Retsina and went back to my Hotel,
ALICE WAS A LOVELY LITTLE SPERM
Alice was a lovely little sperm,
Proud of her slender flagellum arm;
In pearly white semen
Lived a nasty cayman
Who ate her up to make a quorum.
Stories are mixture of emotions
Ethics, thoughts, messages in verbal motion
Threads of ages, more mature in milestones
Grandparents’ modulations, mimics and memories
Originated as a medium of self-expression
Flourished as a wand of promotion
Reaching to urban and rural world
Conquering trust and quorum
Introduced as a taste of creativity
Bloomed into a ubiquitous flavour
Energizing kids, kith and kin with kittens and king
Boredom was kicked out with kinetic knock.
Supple of fables, graphics and animations
From dawn to dusk; elder to younger; it’s a companion.
A true tale I will tell of an old timid man
Who was known for his strange, funny rhymes.
But his doggerel junk had this man in a funk
For he knew it would ne’r see the Times.
“Could he find someone kind who would help him,” he thought
“Are there those in this world who might care?”
Then a forum of poets, a quorum of "know its"
Gathered 'round who had oodles to share.
So he wrote; although scared, and they read, then they shared
Lots of tips that would help him along.
Now his humor still flows in both rhyme and in prose
But his meter and form are now strong.
Just imagine the shame, had this man quit the game
And just buried his gift way back then.
It took courage ‘tis true but the joy that he knew
Soon grew greater than gold in the end!
For the “Parable of the Talents” Contest
Sponsored by: Holly Primerano
September 20, 2018
Mind races endlessly
Need decision now
Only one direction possible
Possibilities endless
Quorum of the mind, heart, soul, and gut is hung on the moment.
I had nearly touched the spire
Wherein reason intervened--
And labeled hope a liar,
So the council then convened.
But the quorum in its meeting
Felt discourse a useless thing,
For hope is always fleeting...
Even with the slightest wing.
~Mel
Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”
Abandoning me in boredom,
Now I see dis will lead a fruitless sojourn,
Wat really does dis hold for a prospective forum,
Surely I feel u desire d formation of a quorum,
Shall I always cage my unleashing dictum?
Align towards d sweetest pit of a heart and pray 2 remain at d bottom,
What gradually generates an auspicious occasion?
Do we uncociously relay d function?
Certainty already proposes a condition?
Probably an excuse 2 eternal accommodation,
Sadly she ignores d clarity of a freshly cooked portion,
In commemoration all dat she fires is jst 'A Question,
Surely dis humble poet never expected such as an appreciation,
Off she goes to properly protect any consolidation,
An encouragement she throws forward pretending 2 understand?
Promulgating constantly is her doctrine of intricate negativity,
Well in futuro Her terms might enunciate Longevity,
A switch of facts might streamline an expected positivity,
Oh yes she finally gives up 2 a plea of austerity,
Right here all of which allays further delays tends towards extricating sincerity.
Don't buy it,
Scatter the wishes,
However (desperate and maligned),
For all of them,
The (murmur) and the (mesmerized),
Youth-paid homage,
Ill-afforded, unattended and
Graciously subversive,
By aged animals nodding
Approval against the (backdrop)
Of their worst intentions,
Hope that eloquence, depth,
Perceived connection and
Immersions of familiarities
Will get everyone laid,
Plush boy smiles, admits his
Voyeurism needs polishing,
(Languishing),
Sip from scourge's
Crystal goblet,
Teardrops by the glassful,
Ah, the epiphany,
It's a gay quorum,
A foreign swath of fashion sense,
Pickled on the petunia,
The green, sunny willow,
Swaying, to drunken breeze,
And smiles, complacencies,
At least they have
The good (sense) and fortune,
Rouge, textured rhythms,
Bass-plucking fires,
Snapping horns dotting the air,
Straight mutes coddling
The wicked goods,
And snare and pound,
The beat drives straight,
No need getting off,
When you're on baby!
(6/27/05)
political dynamics
Is it not so... that the winters are so dry to fail
The produce, as of the day we deny the curse
As If ever there's no a victor and a victim, the
Former rejoice as the later laments in agony...
Denial is ever fixed in the green eyed monster
Whom sniff its prey before the dury and leave
Eager to bite, calls for a quorum to reinstate
Zidera and bring back forth the foregone shame
How lame is the act of foreordination and the
Bill signed behind closed doors, denied funfare
To the executive order as of customs, brothers
Cheer and posse his deceitful wiles, A vigilante.
Note how the prescription heralds violence on
And the so called veneer of human rights claim
Ills upon masses. Are we human? Is there ever
Fixed rights? The stereotypical "us" humane...
No!... we aren't, for we been brought seventeen
Years back and I am tired ululating so energetic
To the rinsed political manifestations which on
And on ever brings us no room of expression....
The Duel on Monday
Mark Miller © 09/01/2013
Brain woke today sound of gun shots as a dog walked in
Barks from trains regain my strength for another day filed: distilled feelings
Finished duel last night man named Lansky distinguished appearance hopelessness,
Criticized outlook town folks skewed version of cynicism in mans defeatism
Wonder why people make such horrible mistakes based on needful hates
Nausea stomach aches possible life takes share of stakes in each bet made in haste
Looked outside thought I saw sun say high waved look said goodbye
Still thinking what we truly know of you or who or the dog next store named blue
Do you have clue?
Medication taken emotion still shaken-ed by memory leftover from nightmares stray
Where to go or why to stay he states no other options available its Monday
Spirits heading low in sadden gloomy glow outlook betrayed by dim deadened display
Lost shadow left by kitchen window lost hidden hollow hole by sundown he'll show
Just thoughts gone by through minds tone in status quorum with unconscious quarrel
And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you,
That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration
when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory,
ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones,
judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
— Mat 19:28
Talking megaphone coneheads
spouting vanilla dreadnought thoughts,
tell downtrodden people
heart sad
that native tribalism is
very, very bad
Shouting loud dead air
in the global village public quorum square,
from the lowest cathedral step
to the highest pagoda steeple
They ignorantly reason, but rightly declare:
ballot tribalism divides people
Beating donut-glazed hands
on a rating spike miked-up chest
Cinnamon napalm breath
pounds the warpath ear drums:
All saying their birthday suit living
looks abundantly the best,
while the birthday cake slices given
are always the societal less
Buttery speech spit missives
light the Roman candles
Tribalism is the bogeyman lurking shadowy,
causing sweat tightened grips
on ivory-plated handles
Such nuclear rhetoric divide minds so easily
Should truth ever be told humanely ...
we’re one blood ~ one family
Twelve equal parts of one parental sum
But, there be those
who will toss division darts
at anyone who oppose
Shhh ... Listen to the heavenly serenade
prayer heard nightly
A dawn mist awakening sun glow bade
speaks healing truth unto
the brokenheart beat
Pulmonary bleed pierce was manmade
Tribalism is very, very good
infinity unity
to souls planted in pure Light not shade