Best Rhymed Poems
Malevolent imploded uncontrollably,
twisting wildly maniacal posies
amid diabolically toasted brainstem,
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses
purging stinging speech patterned rhymes
amuck iniquitous poetic verses hung
upside down to tormentingly dry,
facing other inimically knotted borders of
antagonistic galleries in deranged snapshots
razing warped poetical tapestries,
tripping on tunes of whiskey rushes' savoy truffles
and greenish tangerines whilst Led Zeppelin's
Sick Again danced upon reflective ceiling tiles,
time written sideways 'round alleged autonomy
hidden furthermost immune masked mirror images,
debauching Greek braille calligraphy's vindication
on walls of graffito scripted physicality
calling out 'tween hysterical compulsions,
naught one heeded the sounds of synapses
about ill-fated half moon's arresting arc,
synthetic doomsday's clocks aptly chimed
quarter to analytical cuckoo's nest repudiation,
still awaiting on serendipity to surrender
furthermost rabbit hole's curiouser rants,
relinquishing unwell-languaged compilations' sabotage - -
circumventing rhythmically subversive escaped detonation
humble bumble bee
brings pollen from apple tree
to make his honey
he feeds his loved queen
to protect her he gets mean
his stings aren’t funny
a hive is his home
he fills it with honeycomb
for love not money
For Carol Brown's "What's the Buzz" contest
Carol gave me a no. 1
Blindfold sight of life
whirl hues delusion that branch
out, with waves of pouring fears
Voices, colors strife
a deluded avalanche,
there’s no one that sees or hears
1/8/2016
Poetry Contest: Something Different-SEDOKA FORM (Rhymed)
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
a bird sweetly tweeting
the world still and quiet-
cat meows a greeting
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May 11, 2023
Poetry/Haiku/Rhymed Hiku
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-614-11
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere No 1216
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 05/14/2023
Seventh Place
Tell the truth always
Even in moonlit hallways
Souls are passageways
7/1/2024
In truth Clare Quilty
Was clearly guilty,
While humble Humbert Humbert
Was fervently pervert.
The issue to talk of
What told us Nabokov ?
It's Spain's Toledo in Castile at times of Reconquest
The pic of history entails both love and war along with Jewish people drama zest
My fellow Jews, who are advisers to the kings, - to you I issue my advise:
Please read this book and hide your daughters from king's eyes,
Or otherwise, so much to your surprise,
In vanity pursuit and lack of humbling you will find your own family demise.
*now my hiku with rhyme*
at the edge of my gaze
bathed in September sun-
a sepia rose haze
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
The white on black, the black on white
Explosive mix it makes, so easy to ignite
By jealousy venom, inserted drop by drop into suspicious mind,
And vicious fantasies force fatal spring of hate to wind.
And there you go ... flame of rage
Burns out lives, while getting out of its mental cage.
In black on white
Bard dared to write
About love, about race,
About trust and its disgrace.
~ PIZZA ~
P- Piping hot, pungently brought directly to your
alabaster cloth covered table.
I- Italian, intoxicating, heady aroma, I eat all that
I am physically able.
Z- Zestfully, I first sip some beautiful, heady, imported
chilled, Italian Chianti.
Z- Zealously, I eat it all, as for pizza, there is no food
that bewitching that makes a body so mighty.
A- Affection to Italy's gift to the planet, I say "Grazie per Pizza",
that makes this planet ever so sweet and totally smiley!
(In Memory of My Uncle~ Peter Marchetti)
May 21, 2020
9:30am PST
Poem# 1,285
She is a widow, never wanting to marry again, never defiling her vows,
her five children have moved to other parts of the United States;
and they seldom visit her, except on the very special season of Christmas,
when she adorns her home with garlands and lights to honor the Child Jesus...
Her name is Amelia, a petite lady from Andalusia,whose passion is writing poems,
and her Spanish accent is somewhat heavy, but the words are clear and precise;
on long summer's nights she speaks of her native land...meadows covered with camellias,
and tells tales of Columbus and the Conquistadors with feathered helmets...
She was quite beautiful in her younger days, daises in her dark, lustruos hair,
and sea-colored eyes that resembled the Mediterranean Sea, which brought her nostalgia;
and she often wore a folklorist costume of stripes of bright orange and yellow like her flag,
and now she's confined to a wheelchair looking sad...who has camellias for Amelia?
This past spring I planted a dozen of camellias plants in the empty and barren lawn,
hoping they would bloom when she would stare at the huge Atlantic Ocean;
and with eyes as sharp as a youngster, Amelia would see her beloved Spain,
and those lush meadows covered with camellias to bring her bitter-sweet pain.
In the quite hours of an early August' morning, Amelia rose to say her prayers,
and with the rosary in her devoted hands, she peaked outside and surprisingly smiled;
a beautiful garden of camellias appearing in front of her joyous eyes... she was so delighted,
but she couldn't go outside and caress them, but thought to herself, " Someone cares! "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As sun comes down in the valley, bound by the Tigris and Eufrat,
Submerges into dark the capital of Muslim Khalifat.
The night descends on tired from the heat old city of Baghdad,
Where spears of high-rising minarets reflect moon's cold yet tender light.
The freshness of the breeze brings comfort and the leisure of delight,
Unfolding fairy tale, being told to Shahryar by smart Scheherazade,
Inspired by the need of her life saving plight,
Comes up the fantasy, entailed in every one (of "Thousand And One") Arabian Night ...
n gribld's rtrt - th bsct crmbld s swt
Immortal Prince keeps coming back to make us look in depth:
What's better choice - to take the life "as is" or challenge it by death.
Each one finds answer on his own, decides it by thyself,
But if you want Shakespeare's advise - take "Hamlet" from bookshelf.
~ My Fellow* Americans ~
(Regarding Presidential Elections)
Let us amend the Constitution
so we can find a fitting solution
for every election where the selection
of any candidate means indigestion
Here is what I propose
knowing that many will oppose
whatever upsets the status quo
'cos at heart most change is a no-go
Let us put a box on each and every ballot
for 'Neither of the Above,' and then shall it
poll a majority of electoral votes -- Hear, Hear:
We'll leave the Oval Office empty for four years!
Now before my idea you diss and you ding
Consider carefully this very significant thing
Your house is white -- Do you need a boss?
Well, neither does our nation ~ All is not lost
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*By the term 'fellow' I have no intention of offending
anyone undergoing gender reimagining, racial
composition detoxification and reincarnation, or sex-
ual preference alteration, so help me 'God,' The Force,'
'Ms. God,' 'The No-God,' Zoroaster, Zeus, Jupiter, Jesus,
Mohammed, Allah, Buddha, Antifa, BLM, AOC, Jeff
Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, Karl Marx, 'The Current Oc-
cupant of the White House,' whoever ze, zi, za, zu, zo
may be. Whew! Thank you! :)