Best Tubular Poems
Jewel-colored butterflies flutter in scarlet sage
Hovering hummingbirds on a red tubular stage
Highways they navigate apparently their own
Invisible to humans as they stay in their zone
These lovely creatures are by nature vivacious
At times if necessary can also be fallacious
Both either drift or glide in on a breeze
Plunge into a vortex of nectar sweets
Satiation of thirst while lost in the moment
Entrances spectators with similar enjoyment
There are days when fluttering colors
Dissipate daily woes... a gift of the hummers
Butterflies and hummingbirds are beauties to behold
Their appeal is captivating and never grows old
POTD - June 30, 2018
August 28, 2018
Contest 485, Any Form, Any Theme
By Brian Strand
First Place
Pick a Theme Contest
By Viv Wigley
Theme - There Are Days When
Eighth Place
Altered from Poem Lush Garden - August 26, 2018
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
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Percivals Promise!?
Unblouse your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes
Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here
We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl
Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach
Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again
Swallowing soil's nutrients, they swell up under earth -
round or tubular vegetables of edible wholesome delight!
Carrots, beets and onions steadily fuel the body,
but yams, potatoes and parsnips - baked and buttered -
are the ones I ROOT the loudest for!
Written Jan. 4, 2016 for the Rooting For 8 To 5 contest of nette onclaude
As time stood still in the presence of the King
Awaiting its order to commence
The King’s voice echoed throughout the universe
Silence ensued, loud and fierce!
The four winds ceased their stirrings
Planets froze in their stance
Blades of grass stood to attention
As time glided through its tubular channel
And began its appointed task
When a war raged in Heaven
A battle only Almighty God could win
The usurper was cast down towards earth
Brought slow, insiduous contamination
on an unimaginable scale and
Time remained forever tampered with
Now flowing backwards to begin anew
From the moment of birth, death comes stalking
Men lacking faith see wrong and call it right
And pride and ego brand minds and hearts
For the potent poison seeped through all
Every creature incredibly made would be tainted
For the author of sin now roams the earth
And peace since that moment, always eludes
Deception and illusions, endlessly, abound
Hatred and wars plague the seven continents
Families lie broken and the young despair
As our world unraveling spins out of control
Time will end when it arrives at its beginning
When the King will make all things anew
~*~
Note: Random imaginings....thoughts as to why nothing is as it should be.
Sunshine smile,
it Arctic enamel glows
Crescent grin tropical —
Antarctica guile
A bright yellow corona skin
is so cold-fusion tan Chernobyl
As Dictator icy wind snow blow,
Democracy curvature bend
Creamy sweet coin promises
of a silky, tubular tongue
Hanging from a lip bung,
monkey climbers can’t resist
Swing blade lo Banana Republic Appeal,
it’s a Tyranny meal force fed
Gulag sweet fruit flavor med
has a sick-o whet, ill monkeyshine feel
A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep
C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen
E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed
G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king
I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat
K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls
M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive
O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg
Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good
S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends
U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land
W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell
Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand
All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.
Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower,
hiding is something they never ever do; they are
poisonous giving rashes, nausea and headaches !
Find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled with cat mint,
often they self seed in very strange and odd places,
xcelsior hybrids are available in many lovely colors;
go look inside the tubular flower for freckles and spot decorations.
Love and admire them in a woodland theme garden,
on sunny days I pause to treasure their loveliness;
very respected flower to treat heart failure for over 200 years,
enjoy them but do not touch them without gloves.
Foxgloves make a nice gift (with warning) for a friends garden, but
like taking over yours- you need to control their rambling ways;
on tall spikes these dreamy gems grow tall and stunning,
walls of this charming flowers that are a true natural beauty.
Every color imaginable is available but I am fond of pink,
remove the tallest spikes to make room for new growth.
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January 13, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/The Foxglove Flower
Copyright Protected, ID 16-744-392-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Zinnia Grandiflora a golden beauty
Yellow Prairie Coneflower conical cutie
Xerophilous plants designed to survive
Waterlily attached to bottom soil to stay alive
Venus Fly Trap grows wild in marshes
Ulmus grows wild along with birches
Texas Bluebonnet cover fields with hyacinth like joy
Shasta Daisy white and yellow who could ask for more
Rocket Larkspur projecting a backwards spur
Queen Anne's Lace root add to pot and stir
Purple Coneflower helps strengthen the immune system
Oriental Poppies held captive by morn's dew glisten
Nasturtium are symbols of conquest or of charity
Maximilian"s Sunflower withstands weather's serverity
Lemon Balm Mint lovely the citrus scent
Kalmia Carolina reaches to mountain ascent
Johnny Jump-Up a delightful surprise
Indian Blanket Flower a short lived prize
Hollyhock short-lived six to eight foot beauties
Globe Gilia blue clover-like cuties
Foxglove's foxy tubular but poisonous flowers
Evening Primrose has been used for food and medicinal powers
Desert-Marigold a blessing and curse
Chocolate Cosmos fills the air wth scents to nurse
Black-Eyed Susan Rudbeckia a delightful fall addition
Annual Baby's Breath to end a southern garden tradition
Inspired by John Lawless' contest First Ever ZYX Contest
Written: October 10, 2015
A mixture of wildflowers and other flowers and ideas..
There is everything ugly about the little creepy snail
he delivers the slime scraping his foot. Maybe it’s his small,
pea size shrunken brain or those tiny eyes, or the way
he slinks on his flat foot that squirms underneath
his round tubular body with black eyes on the tips
of the long tentacles two, on his cold little head.
Two more short tentacles are upon the pointed head.
with the shorter pair for feeling around the park. The snail
has two long tentacles that hold his eyes on the tips.
At three years old they lay white eggs so white and small
which stick to them and are buried in the ground underneath.
Holes he digs to hide his body safely tucked away
from foes who know he’s tasty, so he goes on his way.
Piercing black eyes on top of his loathsome head,
s/he is a hermaphrodite with equipment underneath.
The shell reproduces itself, alone like other snails.
His radula is rough and grainy but still, a foot very small
with a row of tiny teeth which eats leaves on the tips.
If he falls over, struggling, his whole world tips.
Unfortunately he can’t get up having no legs anyway.
So what could be worse than to live life as a snail?
There are African snails who are 15 inches toe to head,
while the body is 2lbs of protein we boil and eat snails
who are harvested by hand in the ground underneath.
He flourishes as a pest in the dirty ground underneath.
The shell slimes along without instruction or tips.
What could be worse than to live life as a snail?
Destroying crops he eats root, stems and fruit on his way,
but if a dog eats the snail there’s death to his head.
A mythical figure and a symbol of deadly sin, so small
he has small dreams, but at church he generously tips,
with holy expectations, underneath he knows the way
to his heart and his head as a martyr enduring life as a snail.
Young love had finally made its way back into the 1980s and all of those teenage lovebirds
back in the 80s were so "totally gnarly." The 80s was when MTV made its TV channel debut,
the first cell phone was invented, and when a lot of people were born in that decade, that
had included Julia Stiles (born in 1981), Michael Cera (born in 1988), and even me (also
born in 1988). Also, the 80s were the times when hip-hop music and the break-dancing scene
were born, especially when the TV show, “Yo! MTV Raps” was on TV. It seems that young love
among the then-teen lovebirds ( teen boys and teen girls) had been in their lives since
the day they met at summer camp, middle school or high school. And when a teen boy and a
teen girl fell in love with each other the day they met, they knew it was love at first
sight. There were a lot of awesome things those teenage lovebirds have done back in the
1980s: they went to the movies, had gone out to eat, they had gone to the school dances
(including prom back in 1984), and stuff. Their outfits back in the 80s were “totally
tubular,” especially when all teen boys and teen girls were wearing their Converse shoes
and their Nike Air Sneakers. The 1980s were the best of times for all of the then-teenage
lovebirds and their parents. These people were young and in love, especially when they
were the ages between 13 and 17. And what their favorite love songs of the 1980s were
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, “Material Girl” by Madonna, “Never Gonna Give You Up”
by Rick Astley, and other love songs that were heard back in the 1980s, especially the
year 1987. This type of young love has brought the best in all of the young couples. In
reference to young love among all of the then-teen couples, it’s like living in this “when
doves cry” moment. All young relationships are just like the ones these people have seen
in all movies from the 1980s, like “Dirty Dancing,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and “The Breakfast Club.” And if young love were to revisit the 1980s and bring it back
to the future, young love will be indestructible forever.
You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of.
Unending shapes and sizes.
From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette
and squiggly fusilli.
As my tongue tastes morsels of your saucy tubular goodness,
I compose a rhyme of the ancient marinara to atone
for my over-the-top pasta love.
Stuffed, plain, buttered. Swimming in Sunday sauce.
The tastiest were those plain whites I pilfered from the pot
before nonna caught me. Whack! with the wooden spoon.
It’s rumored my very first uttering was mangia – an oft-heard word
spoken by mama as she attempted to feed me.
“You’re going to turn into a rigatoni
if you don’t eat something else,” she implored.
Ha! If I were a rigatoni, we’d be cugini.
I only liked you, beautiful al dente you.
And semolina only, please. I accept no impastas!
You’ve been with me through thick and thin,
mostly thick ... around my hips.
Late night comfort snack,
midday bowl of depression-busting goodness.
The breakfast of strong Italian women!
You are Sophia Loren’s guilty pleasure.
Mine, too. With the emphasis on pleasure.
One bite and I am transported back to childhood.
Visions of homemade pasta drying on pristine
white flour sack towels tantalize my taste buds.
You, dear pasta, are la bomba.
My love for you is unending, until we all farfalle down.
Mysterious brain jewel radiation chamber
Prismatic refraction blue sapphire ruby emerald amber
Electromagnetic spectrum distribution
Tubular nerve net staccato syncopation
Chameleon shape blender shifter
Kaleidoscopic genetic mutation sifter
Polychromatic vector generator
Infinite recombination stimulator
Reboot jack gray matter rejuvenation
Press automatic driver repeat backbeat
Feedback reverb downbeat slack beat
Routine maintenance check
Dream sleep mode
Shut down
Finally retiring down to sunny Tampa,
and moving into an old house,
noticed there was a bad termite problem
which I had to trouble shoot somehow,
my neighbor being into exotic pets,
suggested one that would help me the best,
paying him the exorbitant amount,
I took home my new exotic pet,
letting her wander around her new dwelling,
she quickly started sucking up the little pests,
and just like a vacuum cleaner,
even got all the pesky ants,
I thought this was a great investment,
not having to inhale any poisonous fumes,
as my new exotic pet,
followed me from room to room,
I decided to call her Annie,
because I'd become so fond of her,
she was just like an exterminator,
just a more furry one,
the only negative thing about her,
was her long Freddy Krueger like claws,
which I had to trim every other day,
because they'd start to curl,
and speaking of that,
she wasn't just a practical vacuum
with her long tubular snout,
when I'd take her for walks around the park,
she'd even defend me from an assailant,
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
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