Best Structure Poems
Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room.
one in front
left right
and behind
that/reflect my face and body. I feel like an angry dog, wishing, anxious, snarling, wanting to claw at the animal. In the tomb of my ancestors, carefully collecting pieces of cream porous bone to dash out my brains, asleep and awake and dreaming—a staircase, with its finality!— The spirits that track scum within my veins (The professor says that Loneliness creates Weight) are restless and full of impure intention. Relieve me of dogs, winters, ghosts. Let me catch myself upon the concrete wall and maybe I could grasp what it is I’m supposed to be thinking about. Anchor me against the day, forlorn with torn, torn nails. It were
as if my plastic chair was wood
and the ground before me scattered with
locks of a girl’s hair, every few seconds
I am executed. My brains fried
beneath the metal dome, cold
and shining like the hand of God.
Twitching, extending outward, I
release
foam from my mouth
wishing to feed someone’s children
baby, baby birds. My executioner
asks again if I had something to say,
and always, I will say
continue.
Before me, was a fork upon the trail;
go left- go right- confused, I just stood there.
Then took a chance- not seeing past the veil
of crowded ferns that hid the views with care.
Not far into my chosen turn on right,
I saw the tattered roof, burst window, porch-
of the decaying structure- and, on-site,
a weathered chair that held a rusted torch.
The door, ajar- displayed a worn staircase
with some steps missing, quite in disarray.
Then, just like that- it floated down with grace-
a witch- with twigs and black rosette bouquet!
In black translucent skirt and cloak- she flew
above the stairs, past chair- to tall, dry, grass-
where once, for sure, a lovely garden grew.
But now- loud whispers warned, "do not trespass"!
I started backing up and then- oh, no!
The murmurings became a screeching scream!
Both ghost and house exploded in a glow-
as I woke up- to end my dreadful dream!
July 15, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Decaying House
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: July 19, 2020
Rules:
Write a poem on the theme of finding a decaying house
Use the 10 words (shown in bold) once only and in any order
Title is three words only from poem's first line
~o~Angels Beautiful Angels~o~
( The Binary Tree Structure)
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Angels come and go, they come and help us thru things.
They take many shapes and forms. Angels come and go.
They come and help us thru things, as days and years go by.
Angels come and go they take many shapes and forms.
Ask God to send you an angel too. Angels come and go.
They take many shapes and forms. They're here to bless us too.
They come and help us thru things, as days and years go by.
Angels can be sometimes anyone. They come and help us thru things.
As days and years go by. They're sent to us from God above.
Ask God to send you an angel too. They're here to bless us too.
Angels can be sometimes anyone. They're sent to us from God above.
~0~
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
April.03.2016
Sentence structure matters
Attention don't we really if pay
Build or to invention the we poem way
Might words just the scramble we as well
Everyone absurd that because it's will
Nicely don't words if the flow
Read will concisely them one no
Very really true it's apropos
What is because that silly we we wrote know
Scatter trying to now I'm not
Fun or for flatter this plot
Her to tell just I forgot
"Sentence" ... like a matters structure lot
If we don't really pay attention
To the way we build poem or invention
We might as well just scramble the words
Because everyone will think that it's absurd
If the words don't flow nicely
No one will read them concisely
Apropos it's very true really
Because we know that what we wrote is silly
Now I'm not trying to scatter
This plot for fun or flatter
I just forgot to tell her
A lot ... like "sentence structure matters"
It was forty by the thermometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded
It was thirty by the numbered meters
The sun slipped away, fell out
It was a full end, imagination in space
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped
It was twenty on the speedometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought conjured
That blew away
It was ten by the odometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to park
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of darkness
And it had passed into sleep
It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up becoming zero
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there
It was zero by the underometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was something in the dark
And there it stayed
A tall white wanted some coffee
So he sent his guards off walking
The guards came back
With some vodka and craps
Now the whites no longer have handle
A young Jane liked to observe, native birds and animals
making notes, sketches, and reading zoology and ethology
Her fascination of animal behavior, and their fundamentals
has taken her back in time, to work out their chronology
Jane Goodall for many years, lived among chimpanzees
to study the primates of Tanzania, in their natural habitat
immersing herself in their lives, and to help them to appease
by observing their actions, and becoming their diplomat
“Observing Chimps in Africa”, spending lots of time in trees
she imitated their behaviors, with a non-threatening pattern
that had limited murmurs, while not wanting to sneeze
and she started eating their food, as they accepted her intrusion
Two years of seeing them daily, the Chimp’s showed her no fear
when they started to approach her, in the search of bananas
The thinking of chimps as vegetarian, was a delusion of despair
as they were seen eating meat, and were nothing like Lammas
“Chimp Behavior Discoveries”, have given us some insights
about making tools out of plants, to spoon out and eat termites
Chimps have been seen, stalking, killing and eating animals
large insects, birds, baby baboons and other big mammals
Chimpanzee family structure, has dominant males at the top
and their complex social system, really helps then to develop
Their long-term family bonds, use touch and embraces to comfort
and a communicating method, a sound language that’s been taught
“Chimpanzee Family Book”, was written to educate children
with a learning tool, into saving the chimp’s struggling blight
and to protect their environment, without human development
because they are our descendants, an historic learning insight
“Seeds of Hope: Wisdom and Wonder from the Plants”
is what Jane advocates, for our ecological preservation
through the Jane Goodall Institute, with a few mini-grants
for her dedicated Wildlife Research, Education and Conservation
Jane Goodall’s book, “In the Shadow of Man”
is all about, our second most intelligent primate
discussing the chimpanzee’s treatment, from the human clan
and the captive moral dilemma, of abusing our historic mate
Jane Goodall, you are an amazing caring primate
who treats all life, as if you are, best mates
The semblance of existence remains in the worth of our lives,
In the structure of what grows within;
Yet the good of all mankind is measured by its worth
And not by the makeup of those lives;
Still ponder the signs of our thoughts and beliefs
And the structure of the ideas therein
We remain beneath the starlit side of the moon,
Forever lost in a light still unseen;
And the intention of ones worth is measured by its character
Until the structure of that character is consumed;
Farewell to the uncertainties of our faith
And what is held in the structure within
Could time in passage take the worth of us all?
Like a faun in the winter of its being;
But instilled our memories seem so long to depart
That the structure of thought is no more!
For a shadow is lost in silent demise
Hidden in the structure within
The splendid structure
Comprehend imperfectly
Feel humility.
Oh,dreary day,no light from sun.
Clouds drape over land thine air is one.
Heavens' curse,lost of hues.
Outward look becomes a muse.
~Angels, Angels~
( The Binary Tree Structure style)
Angels come and go, they come and help us thru things.
They take many shapes and forms. Angels come and go.
They come and help us thru things, as days and years go by.
Angels come and go they take many shapes and forms.
Ask God to send you an angel too. Angels come and go.
They take many shapes and forms. They're here to bless us too.
They come and help us thru things, as days and years go by.
Angels can be sometimes anyone. They come and help us thru things.
As days and years go by. They're sent to us from God above.
Ask God to send you an angel too. They're here to bless us too.
Angels can be sometimes anyone. They're sent to us from God above.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
January.31.2016
Along these Great Southern Shores
Where Antarctic waters pound the beaches
Or scorching Northerlies
bring clouds of desert sands
I do battle
Having entered into a ferocious duel
With the GARDEN STRUCTURE
my hands of sinew and bone
against elements sewn together
a straight, silver representation of absolute
forged by men who value strength
my plans and intentions
rough ink scratchings on a paper thin imagination
against a cold heart, rigidly holding the line
no wavering in steely resolution
my sweating organic determination
against a garden structure fighting boldly
I ally myself with electronic torque certainty
to screw metallic defiance to its very self
Along these Great Southern Shores
Where Antarctic waters pound the beaches
Or scorching Northerlies
bring clouds of desert sands
Bloodied from battle
I stand victorious after a ferocious duel
With the Garden Structure
Apprehensions in thoughts may form a labyrinth,
and like a cipher open up to become a plinth
but still the belief beholds to achieve what is imagined,
Though in a fog,the wanderer still feels attuned,
Let it be light or the approaching darkness,
but it isn't a mirage showing its absentness...
The people who waded along aren't lost,
As they too were finding a purpose, when their paths had just crossed
So continue the walk to paint the complete picture,
As like the dreams, the clay of life would build a monumental structure.
Yoo Hoo! Type A or B Personality
Beauteous - the brain- Imagine that
Reflections of your intelligence
Per se - or indeed is it lack of
In my eyes - I see the ID
Hey - beauty in the eyes of the beholder
Hence - I perceive - I believe
Your wit - Ingenuity - I sit
I still ponder - at wits end
You challenge the funny bone! That you intend
Curiosity they say! Killed the cat
You are curious - I am intrigued
Yes Personality Plus
You charm - with IQ
Yes charming - I question it - Yoo Hoo!
A wheel of revolution is set and rolled
The historian studies the track of the wheel
Its total journey and any incidental events
The philosopher studies the structure of the wheel
The political doctrine
The politician wants to lead the wheel
Power struggle
The voters want to control the wheel
Democracy
The scientist wants to speed up the wheel
If relevant, like the information revolution
Time wants to proceed the wheel
Axial revolution of the clock gear
The dying welcomes the wheel
The reincarnation of the wheel of life
The poor man says no words about it
And the poet just awaits
A little chance to review if any