Best Swimmingly Poems


Premium Member A Moment of Lucidity

Wrestling with consciousness
fading in and out,
 the darkness threatens to sweep me away
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What happened?
No voice escapes my lips
dry, parched tongue mouths wordlessly
as dreams tangle with reality
swimmingly, a face appears
in a moment of lucidity
in the storm of incoherency
I remember your face
your love
your lifeline to me
a tenderness fills me with warmth,
as I sink back into the darkness
but now there is a light....

Premium Member Here's To Love

Everyone is forever searching for love

Some find it, then lose it, for some it lasts a lifetime

They are the fortunate ones waking up each morning

Knowing that special person will always be there

Through all that life has to offer

Rainy days as well as those bright sun filled days

When it feels like absolutely nothing

Will ever bring us down from our high

I often feel these wonderful days

Days of love, happiness, and quiet contentment

Nothing will ever equal them

They make up for all the days of turmoil and strife

I am a very loving, passionate man

Overly sensitive at times but that's not a bad way to be

If you can tolerate my constant harping on love

Then we will definitely get along swimmingly

They say it makes the world go around

Don't think a truer phrase has ever been uttered!

Here's to love!!!



© Jack Ellison 2015

Protestang

Didn't you not go to me?

How did I seethe, because an elongation of an entanglement is the alter-alto as the Omega cake..?

So swimmingly
I'm finishing the date,

I'm even allowed to procreate,

say that today as we all wander in the phase,
the glistening light is a connector of the ways...


48 equations away... 

One more long lasting stay,

I am trapping the animals and characterizing,

you upped the anti with troubling enrapturing!

You even trampled the past in THE!!!

Sometimes I sweat over the gloat and the capturing,

sometimes I'm the boat that is rafting the very temperament I haven't opportunely been the camp in the.


Symbols Like Asterixes Has Been Done Already So Best Call It 333650 Floating Biscuits

A granny in a brightly lit flower frock is neither a spinning wheel or a basket of multi coloured wools. Multi coloured wools are very very useful indeed for wool wafts wonderful warmth. And warmth is great when cold so never mind the harness in a three wheeled bin in the artic. Oh the whorl of semantic accolade is an issue for a tiny tissue and a tiramisu partying on a giant cliff face. Squarking squirrels sending signals swimmingly secretly sedately swift. A cloud worshipping a beacon is a beanie in a bun but not while the bun is sleeping. It needs peace and quiet you see and tantalisation can often christen the rite of passage in in even the mist tightest of skirts, shirts and dressed crabs. In a salad. Overtones of a butterscotch pantry never belittle a momentary pickle. Miserable money making mongrels make marvellous man made moons. And a jingle jangle.simmering on a stove is a one time initiation starting ship to a nonlethal Atlantic cruise basin where crudities are neither cuddles nor cute and anarchic apathy is swamped by an adjudical nun in a costume from the fourteenth century castle of the espionage for espionage is not a experience it is a an exact evenly economically excellent ecliptic eccentric eclipse. So all go hail the ring of the bell from the cooker. Ding dong ding then. Right isnt it? Playing football in a dough ball of glue is preferable to hand gliding in gloves of concrete. And a forthright pair of gloves are always leather in outlook and forward drive like a medium in a trance. Trembling trees throwing turnips thrice turning tormenting tortoises. Hahaha the time tick tock tick arguing with a baseball glove and a hat and a microphone stands with a bacon trolley. Hahaha missionary mishap makes many mingling monsters. Oh left heel clock clock right heel click. Great. Fantastic isn't it? Xxxxx evolutionally z z z z z

'tis the Gift To Be Simple

The Valley Of Love And Delight':

An anniversary feting mine birth (date),
a plan we almost didst ditch
nonetheless the general game plan 
soared like an Eagle,
and went off swimmingly (into a dive)
hence we chose Wegman's with doll finned porpoise
minus a sue per stevedore tailored hitch

cuz the China Jade restaurant
near Collegeville Redner's
nearly felt cold as ice dining niche
as if we accidentally 
got highjacked to Siberia
where heat took precedence

verses restaurateur eatery reputable pitch
thus despite praise worthy Yelp reviewers,
whether they be named Poe or Rich
hard, earning their keep whose fingers

hut till lee diploid across 
warp and weft to stitch
together disparate threads
weaving a webbed whirled Magnum Opus
where thoughts analogous

to this aspiring paperback writer exerts,
(whose muscles twitch)
in an attempt for phalanges
tortured as going every which

way with to craft a non ode us paean
from deep within thy bowel
applying me magical diving rod –
essentially a computerized dowel

which makes a dinging sound,
or emitting an odor most fetid and fowl
unintentionally inducing creatures
large and small to howl
at the abominable cursing and swearing
using languages that lack a vowel

sound - clouding ability to communicate
to remain steadfast 
with intent thwarted by (third eye blind)
minor detour of fate

three doors down and celebrate modestly, 
NEVER thought to "FAKE" 
forgo wing NOR deferring
time to be spent with 
a gluten and MSG free 

NON GMO endearing sibling
NO whey iz she dee snide dour twisted sister
hood moost likely become irate
invested in marriage to a loving mate.

Premium Member Afternoon Went Swimmingly

To the beach I went one hot, hot day,
In search of the cooling ice blue froth!
Refreshment beckoned in the sea spray,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.

In search of the cooling ice blue froth,
I took a sunshine stroll to the beach,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.
Often heart's desires are within reach.

I took a sunshine stroll to the beach.
The birds all sang of wild summertime!
Often heart's desires are within reach.
Happy hours bloom throughout a lifetime.

The birds all sang of wild summertime,
Refreshment beckoned in the sea spray.
Happy hours bloom throughout a lifetime,
To the beach I went one hot, hot day.


Written on April 27, 2021
For: ALL YOURS (Apr 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand


Premium Member Green Health Advocate

Don't shoot me down.
Don't start to frown,
It's past my pay grade.
I'm just Her messenger.

QueenMother DNA
has Her final
non-violent first say.

She's polypathic
and gracefully green.
Love's systemic polyphonics,
math paths I've never zero-seen
or heard tell of polynomials

"Green refines great healthy bits of change,"
She ecologically gloats
then quietly WinWin votes
for dipolar ZeroZone ranges.

What's your ZeroSum
Ego/Eco binomial identity
worth to you?
A one-stick of bubbling zero-gum?

Plug and Play into the late great sacred Matriarchal,
Win +1.00 universal percent
balancing not not ZeroYin-Squared health
not quite so loss of Green
long-term
Red-Patriarchal.

Find yourself a WinWin multiculturing network
filled with webbed flow 
paid-forward economies
thick as a nutritional MotherTree forest
restoring justice to night-owl wisdom clerks

Calculating Whole Open System nests
warm wet womb nurturing life
loving ZeroSum positive/negative
double-negative
regenerative v degenerative
asymmetric nature-spirits
nondual body-minds
binary
bilateral
bicameral hyphenated pest-nests

WinWin ready to influence health opinions
and nontrialistic wealth-choice feelings
sometimes more beautifully appealing
than ZeroZone revealing
Win/Lose retributive exchange dominions.

Your first heart beat
took place in My ZeroZone womb,
warm and swimmingly wet,
breathing in ego-shaping
positive polypathic potential identity
to breathe out into My eco-storied future
integrity of Earth's revolutioning

4D ElderRight sacred regenerative dominance
greets 4D Left ZeroSum deducing
inductive focal-tacit
explicating formed experience
framed memories
implicating effluent holistic
Open Systemic
open sesame
open urgent
pregnant time for 2020
ZeroSum home and business delivery

Polynomial Ego-One
equals Eco-ZeroZone
not not polynomial geometric
asymmetric positive balance
as breathing in natural left embodied
predicts further WinWin ecopolitics
breathing out spiritual ElderRight
Matriarchal experience
of green Earth's non-sectarian
not not ZeroSum healthy pasts
for wealthy futures.

Don't shoot me down.
Don't start to frown,
It's past my not not ZeroSum pay grade.
I'm just HerIntegrity's potential messenger.

Priceless Prospective Professionals of Tomorrow

periodontal disease the bane
of *****Sapiens, 
   and many a canine species 
   such as Great Dane

or an alien pet smart tumblr trying to feign
bing the best faux pas footed friend 
   to kind hearted primates of man kind, 
   which latter perhaps an aristocratic 
   Anglo Saxon overlord 
   generously re pay hay'n

his/her diligent indentured serfs, 
   and more importantly air
unlimited pro bono dental care
at Ivy League storied University of Pennsylvania 

   School of Dentistry 
   which demonstrably crafts aspiring 
   reputable Dentists, 
   many anon dis track did Engineer
or among other additional 
   competitive uber pursuits 

   nonetheless, said accredited blessed charges 
   per this institution of higher learnin' 
   paying back every single buck
renown for plethora of duck
quacking supremely smart graduated students 
   drooling to bark out 

   bone a fide intelligence fluct
chew waiting genius stratosphere
   comprising grueling vetting process
   scoring acceptance,
 
   a combination menu demanding 
   eminent genetic luck 
incorporating top notch 
   flying colors and pluck 

   initial pre admission screening interview 
   (from prospective students 
   leaving a positive first impression stuck 
   thru rigorous quizzing presentation paces),
 
   which gauntlet on par with Olympic ardor  
   assiduously, modestly, 
   swimmingly convincing board 
   with collective listening ear
  
   comprising decision makers, judging fair
   how fated genetic sprig wrought 
   (from imponderable hereditary blend his/her 
   that above average intelligent head gear

to be applied at afore
   mentioned die hard lessons here
trials and tribulations didst ap pear
at timely juncture at me then young life

Premium Member Hold Everything

I thought at the time
It was something by Debussy
And every day the same tune
Those same troubled places
DAY AFTER DAY!

After a few weeks it was almost maddening
The easy first twenty measures or so went swimmingly
But then…..
But then a modulation
Difficult chord progressions
The patience of the pianist was amazing
Endless     calm     repetitions for a few weeks
But then!
Then for days that rush through the easy twenty measures
As though the pianist could hardly wait to drive me mad

Oh that relentless hammering    pounding
Such extreme petulance
Unremitting fortissimo against those same difficult measures!

At last I could stand it no longer
Murderous with anger I rapped viciously on the studio door

Well    let me tell you…..
SHE was the most ravishing………………………………..

Premium Member Upside Down, Inside Out

Hummingbird hardly heard,
airily, merrily
extraordinarily
effortless floating, near
weightless transparency,
seemingly without the
slightest of care.

Urgent persistency,
terribly panicky,
frenzied and frantic, she's
burning through energy
rapidly, hungrily;
precise machinery
executes there.

Mallard so lazily,
buoyantly floating on
glassy flat waters, he
glides on the surface, and
wanders unhurriedly,
conveying contentment,
trivial feat.

Feet like a bicycle
furious pedaling,
splendidly, swimmingly, 
chasing and fishing, he's
hungrily hunting and
ready to eat.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Four Percent Measured Metric Millimeters Movingly

4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip over the staircases. Nor the bins. Nor the fireplaces. Be safe in an oceanographic breeze. It is often wise to counter count. And never leave a leaf door ajar. Ok? Good. Fodder not a fried fish. Especially when driving a forklift truck. Ponder not the wonder of a damsel on a butterfly couch. How very sedate! But neither seductive nor secretive for serpentines are often deceptively shark like. Particularly when partially shaded by a curtain. Pull shut then open to reveal. Wow such revelational defects. How quite ornate. And a man in a suit with a small briefcase is often as round as a round house. No spring in a portly framed partridge. But carrying a cartridge through the airspaces can bring a ship to life. Smiling. Waves kiss the sides. And sailors play swan lake on harmonicas and violins for the dusk often brings dust. And to halt is to delay only for points are gained by talking treadmill like in large halls with lecterns'. Drink then. Capsicum rice flavoured juice creates much lemon spittle. How rather remarkable are the quotes from the pickled saged cavern dwellers in yachts awaiting the demise of development. The continuation of a fluctuation is a fascination for a fattened form. And so the bead arrives on slightly bended knee in a small sixteenth century chapel. Hum not a tune of trotting uniforms and hooves. No haha to that. It is merely a zero percent of a demonic deficit sweep. Swimmingly seemingly surpassing swamps. And a door swinging happily. Haha jumping jamming junipers. Hahaha statutory static void. Hahahaha xx pea leap. Xxxxx monopolistic Z with the p y q. 89.0. Xzx

Cowl Lix Aged Language Lover

please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott harris patois).

He readily admits writing inventive
   attempts usually ten tubby a literary mess,
thus finding innocent cyber cruisers
   Angle fishing for Saxony fundamental fluidity
   courtesy of Freudian stream of consciousness,
   gabbling gibberish, muck not done on purpose
   and certainly less
to impress.

Gnome hatter intent toward 
   cogency, fancy ingenuity,
   levity, the inevitable 
   resultant wrought gobbledygook
   fascination for Lingua Franca
   feeble endeavor splutters, splinters,
   and splatters Asia Yukon guess.

Paramour status analogous with twenty six letters,
   sans En gull Lush Mother tongue confluence
   finds me submerged (as an Arctic Monkey)
   swimmingly enervated 
   via erotic laced sentiments
   perhaps finds bravely daring soul madly
   hollering, gesticulating floundering,
   (in close proximity to Davey Jones's locker)
   to avoid drowning at sea
   perchance comprehending passionate influence.

   Upon espying a signature poem of mine
   forces one pre ponder ring lurking predilection
   tib hush anonymous re:
   dears (dares) adventuresome mettle
   taking him/her to the brainy 
   (briny) deep brink
   Icon fess

this (NON FAKE) pretense, why
   aye metaphorically express
(via medium of ordinary Anglophile
   alphabetic wanton soup,
   or figurative egg drop bub
   bling broth (el) doth brew)

   pronouns Sibyl affectation 
   affliction sans plethora,
   where each ladle full adrip with
   richly flavor Verdana Font lee
   and sincerely textured vocabulary.

   Pluperfect mortals beings undoubtedly feel
   (blindsided, how this hunger stricken author
   suffers said sesquipedalian syndrome
   particularly expectorating flashy 

   hoping tum bark on successful literary quest)
   hyper aware aspiring paperback writers wannabe
   might stoop to conquer, cheat, cadge
   vis a vis plagiarize plethora 
  amidst storied plentiful English droppings.

Rather than succumb pretense feigning paucity
   temptation to bask exultantly,
   professed glorious unrequited love
   announcing required sworn vow,
(el lye ding) avowed consonant covenant.

Premium Member Swimmingly

Hey, diddle, diddle,
    what’s that in the middle?
A girl doesn't have
    something there.

The only retort
    to this travesty, sport:
testosterone levels
    are "fair"!

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for the u Choose Poetry Contest
sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
subject: MEN in Women's athletics
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Ah Nothing Spells Spring Like Snow

seems like ole man winter
     aint finished doing business
whereat get dem self up
     in fine fetters and cuss
madly jabbing, gesticulating,
     and damning e pluribus
conveniently, deliberately,
     and selectively forgetting unum
until...cupboards bare wren, emergency food stash

     mice eaten, and refrigerator empty
and there you stand with a growling tum
hmm...perhaps hastening to the wine cellar
scrambling for a jug of rum
which ample downing might be
     a panacea to hibernate,
     and deeply slum
burr until dawg days of summer,
when fruit trees bursting,
     and being alive feels plum
ripe with nary a worry in the world,
     oh...mebbe best to telephone mum

(real name Chrys Anthem),
     and share cornucopia
     as life for thee goes hum
ming along swimmingly
and haint nuttin tuff heal glum
about, now take another sip
     and breathe in from
smorgasbord mother nature didst spread

     vibrant flora and fauna
     sights and sounds rhythmically,
     poetically, and hypnotically drum,
where the prevailing mood
finds one markedly chum
     me scales fall from ones's eyes,
     a former bummed out skool of hard knocks alum,

now just kick back and become seduced
while listening to chic chick hens roost
scampering, grunting,
     and buzzing capers moost
pleasant since renaissance
     of spring finally loosed.

Premium Member Son of An Impossible Father

Amusing is easy. Real is impossible.
  
    March 23, 1949 I arrived to spectacular reviews.
    When I was first male child things went swimmingly!
    Passed around to waiting, loving arms was a delight.
    It wasn't too long before I wore out my welcome.

    My father was a war hero, a bomber pilot who escaped
    from behind enemy lines when shot down over France.
    I interrupted his adulation and he was none too pleased.
    Pilots took speed to fly many long missions; addicted.

    He was a loving and angry man. I never knew which and
    I grew into boyhood balanced upon a precarious blade.
    I learned to be a jester and leave them laughing and
    that worked until it didn't and then all bets were off! 

    Beat me and I'll beg for mercy. Scream at me and I cringe.
    Send me to my barren room. Threaten me with all you've got,
    and all I'll do  is bide time and amuse you back to my will.
    Laughter is the best medicine. Let's resume a "normal" life.

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