Best Repellant Poems
Silent shadows whisper wicked rumors from tawny tinted tents
Reflecting rueful random thoughts, such are their laments
Circus kingdom cast offs disappear for no fault of their own
If only you knew, the stunt star’s stunning and raving review
Perilous pyrotechnic cruelly disfigures, and if only you knew
Dark duplicate shapes of onyx outlines, two damaged lives
Repellant is he, a vibrant visible resilient soul is she who thrives
Redeemed restored! Residing in each other’s passionate thunder
Unscrupulous undertones shan’t ever tear their love asunder!
You know what I mean...
Sequestered away from prying eyes of light they remain inside
Alas all alone, as in The Phantom Of The Opera they hide
Yet, shimmering silhouettes seen against the dimming sky
What witnesses the galactic guardian stars cannot deny
They say beauty can never be found in the dark,
I’ve heard this from an empress ere she was ready to embark
upon a ship shouting, sheets rife with words written about her love
No not notes of loneliness it’s not for this lioness a warrior above
it all, she places all her inner impetuous into her piercing poetry
A dusky distant shape and outline listens, lusting, yearning with glee
The light shone brightly behind, they move closer kissing eagerly
You know what I mean…
Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment
however brief, I walk along as an exponent
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
After Legend got blown up along with
all of the city zombies,
I was now the sole survivor and sick and tired of
hiding out at Hobby Lobby,
bored of making necklaces, soaps and candles
and doll houses every single day,
I decided hunting countryside zombies should make
up a good part of my day,
deciding to lure all of them south to the Everglades,
that way the alligators down there could have a feeding frenzy day,
running down there as if I were a female Forrest Gump,
the zombies right behind me slowly catching up,
finally making it the edge of the great swamp,
I lured the zombies close by and heard my first chomp,
taking a risk with my ammonia and urine alligator repellant
sprayed all over me,
the alligators came out snatching and eating all the zombies
except for me,
thank God because it gave me time to flee,
desperately searching for a bathroom around the glades,
from drinking on my run down there way too much Gatorade.
10-30-16
Gentle ripples of clear water trace the banks
Where there are stones washed perfectly smooth
By the silent waves caressing their sleek veneer
And whispering echoes of tenderest serenity
Through the air that is so very fresh and clean
Bright, hot embers burn inside the circle
Where coals have turned the wood to heat
Warming the chilliness with breaths of hope
Brought on by the knowledge that everyone
Who visits this place will feel the grace here
Smoke drifts up toward a dark, evening sky
Stars surfacing in the distance, twinkling, dancing
Laughing at the moon who is lighting the night
With the assurance that there is true love living
Inside the hearts of those who share their feelings
Scents of grilling and insect repellant and night
Sooth the spirit with a sigh of contentment that is
Like peace freeing the soul to move toward insight
Into inspiration, elation, a haunting mystery growing
In honesty and praise, worshiping the One who saves
Enlivening and exciting, reflections of dreams invite me
To share my heart and soul, my inner faith and hope
Everything that gives and knows that real love unfolds
Among the ones who are willing to let go of their inhibitions
And fulfill their destiny with prayers for strength and wisdom
Nocturnal creatures lift their voices to sing through the dusk
Owl, opossum and raccoon make their presence known
Capturing their prey without creating any fuss or protest
With only their senses and purpose aroused, they whisper
Revelations of insights that only the wild creation experiences
God’s wisdom comes alive in the brilliant ebony of nightfall
Reminding hearts just why there is nature’s beauty to enchant
And delight, inspire the hope for tomorrow’s insight into
The future – where wisdom grows and freedom flows with
A sigh of whimsical pleasure at sharing in God’s creativity
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (10),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
July 16, 2020
Zika Virus What Next
It is officially announced, there is a global health emergency...
World Health Organisation (WHO) has just issued this health warning...
The rapid spread of the Zika Virus is an international public health emergency..
From its first outbreak was detected in Brazil in May last year...
This mosquito borne disease now threatens in more than 20 countries....
Latest to join the strickened Latin American countries are Costa Rica and Jamaica.
The science behind the global outbreak of this disease is of much concern...
For the Zika Virus was first encountered in a rhesus macaque monkey in Uganda..
It is very worrisome, for this disease has jumped from animals to humans...
The rapid spread was in part due to the lack of immunity in our species...
It is after all a virus that profilerated before only in the monkey species....
Its drastic spread in the Latin Americans now necessitates travel advisories...
Once afflicted, a human victim suffers 2-7 days of low grade fever, joint pains..
No fatalities yet, but symptomatic patients suffers a facial rash that spreads ...
Diagnosis is tricky, its symptons easily confused with other mosquito diseases...
But the greatest danger is threat of brain damage and microcephaly in new born babies...
And the spread of the virus through sexual contact and the blood stream is for real...
Prevention is better than cure, so is precaution before things get out of hand..
The common denominator in the rapid widespread of this scourge is a pesky insect...
One tiny little hellish insect with little wings that stridently brings victims into contact...
A little nip from an infected insect, the Zika virus is introduced into the victim's blood stream..
This dangerous little pesky insect is none other than the common mosquito...
To be specific it is the tiger stripped and blood thirsty Aedes mosquito...
Prevalently found in early morning hours and in the late afternoon daylight hours ...
Get the bug spray, the insect repellant and out with the electric killer bat...
Do whatever it takes, so long you escape from the irritating mosquito bites..
Kill the Aedes mosquitoes, and save yourself from Zika, dengue or chingkunya virus...
http://www.webmd.com/news/20160203/zika-microcephaly-link
http://www.futurity.org/zika-microcephaly-1115772-2/
It started quite some time ago
His name was Pitfall Harry
I learned of bits and algorithms
On a 2600 Atari
And then there came Nintendo
It began my end I think
For I had to rescue Princess Zelda
As a courageous lad named Link
I peered at that screen for hours
Each puzzle, each riddle, each stage
And Gannon was no match for me
My frenzied button rage
The torch then passed to Genesis
And with it Altered Beast
Addicted to those graphics
My life outside had ceased
Compulsion soon would fade
I slowly began to bore
Then Sony created the gamers dream
To brilliant to ignore
Dazzled bye amazing play
lost for a year or two
Acting as an exercise scarecrow
And girl repellant too
So now I have no gaming system
But it seems that my PC
Is the summit of Geek Mountain
And that's where you'll find me.
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That last line written years ago
Such games are no longer fun
For Im filled with glee and happy to be
Reaquainted with the sun
In testament to the sublime
The lily of the valley
Blooms aggressively with vigor
And simplicity in my alley.
The effusive, exquisite lilac
In a kaleidoscope of delight
Is the empress of my universe.
She’s a fantastical sight.
Then a ravenous, incognito slug
Invadeds my moist oasis
Planning to live in impervious bliss
In desalinated places.
Salt is a slug repellant
So I get out the shaker
And in a most splenetic rage
I send him to his maker.
A gelid, glacier-like winter
In ricochet across the way
Has tainted plants I though impervious
A mass of them died yesterday.
Now a zephyr breeze is blowing
And spring aster is in bloom
In an ecstasy of unity
In my excessive garden room.
A mass of tiny snowbells
Raise faces to celestial sky.
Ironic is their brave survival
When so many exquisites die.
With confidence, I garden
And with hubris I will admit.
As long as I have a place to dwell
At no time will I quit.
By: Joyce Johnson for PD's Secret contest
grasses waft april fragrance
as lady sips melon day
bold ninja insects invade
...repellant she squirts
flying needles wage buzzed attack
rams garden, zooming high speed
darn choppers of mosquitoes...
prick Nancy's behind!
Make Me Laugh, New Contest
1. They said the meeting point
between your traits and swagger
has dislocated
and your newly acquired awful image
is beyond reversal.
But hey! I do not fall for obscurantism
on your honor, my senses are on sentry duty
even when peers run amok cos of you.
loving you has become my leisure vade mecum
so mister, wherever you are broken
I’d love to be your plaster.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
2. It is true that your identity
is so bloated to the point those who envy you
are suitable targets to miserable mockers.
Your score hits no one’s pass mark
and your partial current's charm
is a shibboleth of attraction.
it’s not a lie that your deeds
flummoxes matured eyes
downplaying the hope of their acceptance
and a repellant to their minds,
yet I billow in this madness to long for your touch.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
3. Not a slacker, just a being
who correctly, no one recommends
yet acts arrogant and foolish
despite been in a one-man’s domain
one rare good encounter
and you expect me to amortize with my own bed.
I am very wrong to be dismayed
b’cos you’re a well known jerk.
Stop this folly I self acclaimed
but you’re already a peppery paste
and a locust I leave my cotton unprotected to.
Chorus x 3
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
Roman Candle
I lost your respect
Soon I felt like your insect
Dodging your repellant.
And your constant inspection.
Once spoon
Fed the
Nourishing
Golden honey
Of your love
Without notice
Left in the cold
With a mighty shove
And without any money.
How could a love
As hot as a
Sparkling Roman candle
Fizzle out to be
As cold and dead
As a frozen pan handler?
You were my
Manna from heaven
Now you’re my bite
Of bitter unleavened bread.
Most days now I
Walk around
As if I’m dead
Without you
In my bed.
How could such
Loving things be said,
When none of them
Could possibly be kept?
Because of you
I’ve
Wept
Wept
And Wept.
Didn’t I at least
Deserve an
Ounce of
Your respect?
Sometimes I visit pro-anoretic
things
Out of curiosity
Out of concern
A desire to relate?
A strange urge to study the
sick.
Am I one of them?
But every time
The more thinspiration
Self-motivation
And self-hatred that I see,
The hungrier I get
The more I feel my waist
The more I notice the softness
of my flesh
The pleasant give of my arms
The rolling contrast of my
proportions
The more I regard “squish”
With fondness.
And when I feel bone
Jut through a pillow of body
I regard it with distaste,
As I would a jagged corner
Jutting through a bedroom
pillow,
This interruption of that which
is
Soft and warm and comforting.
I care little about what look is
yielded
By something so thoroughly
nice to feel,
Whose presence exists to be
touched.
And to delve into boneculture,
A figure so opposite as to repel
everything,
To repel food is to repel touch
To repel human contact
The basis of humanity
To become inhuman untainted
by other humans,
Is repellant to me.
Though it is to be said
That I am able to revel in being
human,
To have power in my human
needs
Without need to have power
over them.
As such
I see my ribs, I feel sick
I wish to cover them
They interrupt my humanness,
To bare my skeleton is to walk
dead.
I cover them
With muscle, with enough
Adipose for a nice give,
Whatever I determine that to be,
Because I am alive
And crave contact
And am human
And those things are beautiful.
Quasar pulse time moves
at the pause ratio of
radioactive query change
A long anticipated moment of attraction
did quicky supernova boom,
then it slowly did mushroom
into repellant cloudy, doubtful affection
Heartbeat fears
perceptually travel
on quantum tick-tock gears
of uncertainty
Unknown quality of years,
diastolic guessing
Vibratory standstill
only lament expand glacial regrets
Inert decisions
based on vein transverse concepts —
Kinetic permutations of a void, after-vow life
Nil short hand trust keep spinning backwards
Neutron clock halts bio-rhythm progress;
nuclear bond broken, uncoupling kismet
Goodbye waves of binary permanence fusion
create so many
proton teary Eves and electron frown Adams
Paradoxically, unsettled matter
coalesces at entropy speed
High density flow of severed devotion
be an anti-betta Fate phenomenon:
A dual retrograde stillness of eMotion
Bosom thoughts, so whisper sublime,
do travel faster-than-flight
How null was the shooting star time?
Premature departure coursed flatline
through a serrated wormhole
in the vacuum cardio
Shared space contract
slower than
a frozen common asset
Oscillating fidelity
bandwidth kilohurtz breathe
aorta flux impurity
In the stillness of passion entropy;
that vast, intimate static ocean of much less
Suspended dreams drifts silently —
Non-animated feelings, so full of emptiness
Oh, how the ventricular pain throbs,
feel how slow the time bleed
When the systolic ticking sobs stop,
where will that stillness lead?
A smile is earnt, not filigree basket handed as
Red carbon copper dressage notes shaped as rose core womb
If I laugh, the cackle, dead back throat
Then I conjoined twin it with a smile and you
Manage-á-trois with your white hollow heavens
Or if the mood should swarm me and alien I determine
To be pleasant in feeling and warmth within
Red cheeks and teeth to the nightscape
Then you copy-cat as we swallow breaths and vanish
A smile is earnt, not given as a whore
Even a whore comes with a price printed in depths
A smile for a smile's sake is a lie
A lie is deeply insulting and hideous
Smiles for nothing but air and sweet CO2
Are repellant and vomit-heavy.
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This is my reply to a question I was recently asked.
"Do you ever smile?" At the time I only replied with "If you make me smile, then obviously
I would be smiling. But for the hell of it, generally no".
So regardless, my explaination of why smiling like an imbecile is insulting and worthless.
When the repellant acid rain came,
the silica image gloomed darkly
into sobbing disintegration
Embers of flickering hope
smouldered deep in the heart of despair
Passion dying to be re-ignited,
only sparked
a saline immolated tearful incineration
Distance was a skeleton key,
overcoming temporal relativity
was a spatial mistake
Stretch marks of lost time ...
candles snuffed
on the anniversary cake
Emotional composure
had an elasticity expiration due date
Hardening of the arteries —
love can’t flow in a vacuum
Premature, incubated promises
won’t grow in a dark room
Umbilical desires
got an ultrasound hole cut in the chest
Covers unturned ...
pillow sighs smothered a feeble breath
Bosom reasons for embracing neglect
is a mirage yearning
Borrowed time is an unrequited debt,
paid by the spurning
When the Venus rains came,
the mirror image burned brightly ...
then disappeared, ever so slowly
Death of an icy love affair,
dissolved
in glacial, decomposed fashion —
As misty, crypt wails
ascend in the deserted air
Crocodiles now found on beaches
~ Pack 'Croc-Repellant' is what this teaches