Best Randomly Poems
Dusting off the windowsill
I marvel at the whirlwind
A thousand constellations
Have circled around my head.
Randomly they curl, and make a sequin band
Filling up the empty space, the void of vacant dreams.
Revolving they will land
Scattered wild and free
Then settle into worlds
Too small to ever see
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8/15/15
For:Randomling Contest: Sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
Resubmitted to Contest:225
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I randomly selected you for a treat.
A delightful surprise for the meek.
It is my breaths of large you seek.
You discovered your fate of feat.
I brought you to a judgment seat.
And books of life you took a peek.
Then in heaven you found the leak.
Then the drums rolled and they beat.
You were in awe to say the least.
So was I in looking at your face.
It is to the west as it is to the east.
But definitely a different place.
Many were absolutely ejected and rejected,
But you my dear were randomly selected.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
i've had it up to here dear for i fear the rear end of the deal makes me feel so surreal that i kneel and repeat which makes me sink to my feet when i meet the one sitting in the seat previously defeated by the one who had been repeated on another shift when they all had to sift through the ones still standing in the lift who eventually had to move position for they wanted to hear the brand new rendition from the one and only expedition which when readily available in stores made top scores and put them on the floor which wasn't against the law at least not back then when you could rely upon a friend to send you around the bend or more than likely mend your mind which would readily defend anyone of whom you could depend until the very end…
at the cessation of the tedious conversation there were tales of a plantation found by satellite navigation and upon ascertaining the location there was an analysis of the seed which when we al read how it fulfilled the entire human race's need for speed on the bus that originally caused no fuss but has since been flushed down the toilet of despair for now we collectively care about what is here and there in our united requirement to restore what is righteous and fair…
now i recently heard a song that described a war zone as paradise but i see that as a head with lice that would eat all the rice leaving us all with a result not so nice and produces something at a costly price that could entice a game with too many dice but as i see it we will all overcome the fun run that needed to be done before it started whilst we reach the paradigm shifting sum that would be a never ending bun for those still remaining hungry on the street now grooving to brand new beat that's so neat we defeat and bring to an end the enemy's deceit…
To Be Continued...
When a new life begins, many come to an end, steps forward on a trecherous path of being,
sprites of luck light the way, yet impish chatter shoos them away, where is the light during
the darkest of nights, where is my shadow in the pale moonlight, if the sun doth rise in the
east, let my path head to the west; eternal summer.
boatman on the lonely boat
rowing east to west
with the rising sun to setting down
folk-songs play a Cupid game
in the alone heart
an abode of naughtiness
builds a palace to the far
mountain of darkness
moonlight there are
under the veiling of new nymph bride
rhythm of mind river
hails the graceful virgin night
twilight praying
in the peace and war of lusty life
Vesper comes to pour
the petals of night jasmine
starfish walking
on the footless pebbles footprints
girdle ornament sounding
with the narcotic senses
inebriated the around
none there is
just whispering of love
the whole night
the next dawn sun
discovers the two
in the court of intimated love
-08/01/2020 CTG, BDT
I wanted it to be the best of me
Illustrating my inner strength
Emphasise my well being
Developing my writing skills
Little did I know
That it will open my eyes to reality
Which would lead a healing vessel
It will be a mystery unfolding
Which would lead to a chain of events
It will develop my mind set
Which would lead to opportunities
It will define royalty
Which would lead to loyalty
It will unveil the norms
Which would lead to culture
I wanted it to be the face of me
Showing my tears and pain
Capturing my memories
Mesmerising my ageing
And I knew it will be and will be
strewn thoughts
The skinny dog
snoozes on the graveyard's lawn
at ease with the stillness of the night
The fruit of the carob tree
looks like a cotton pickers hand
on an autumnal beach
a bottle of suntan oil
tells how the summer was
A lone streetlamp sways
a drunk staggers home
he used to be an actor, stops and sing
A seagull fancied to be human
used lotion and combed feathers shiny
Alas, it was hacked to death
by those that resist any change
J-oint
O-peration's
I-ntention
N-ecessarily
A-pplies
J-ustified
E-dit,
A-s
N-ame's
D-econstructed
E-xpression
L-ooks
E-xact
O-r
N-atural
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Joina Jean De Leon)