Best Word Game Poems
There is a beat to the world,
it burns and bites, it can calm & comfort,
it will arouse and it will anger, it is a romantic rhythm,
immutable and immaculate,
an unselfish music it is, life provides this sensative song
and we all perfom a dance of danger, delight,& determination
as a humble gratuity for it's majesty,
how could any rational person contend that Nature is imperfect,
who dares accuse life of wrong doing,
how does such turgidity exist, minds on meger budget,
oh but they do, ugly creatures of hollow heads have argued so pompously
to indict the cosmos with error like how fowl beggars cavil
about quality of charity,
huffing, moaning, and squirming in their rationalizations for feeling indignant about life
inglorious as dirt on silk,
wrangling like gluttonous mosquitoes, vile & clumsy,
if they were to admit life's absolute perfection
then more self accountability for actions need ensue,
how could they slander Deity without blame,
I spoke to a religious zealot, pious as pain to wounds,
he said, oh no, life, including human discretion cannot be perfect
for there is sin and gross debauchery,
I discussed the matter with a scientist, calculating as the I.R.S., he replied,
no no, you play semantic games, nature is immensely imperfect,
like the price of fame,
I politely requested an example of imperfection from him, he smugly said,
" genetic mutations ", what unabashed ego I thought,
his response seemed word game,
I debated a logician on the subject, thorough as an army ant this one was,
she remarked that the idea of imperfection
could cause imperfect reality,
I said, if anything occurs it must be, otherwise it would not happen,
imperfection is that which should not happen,
all that becomes real is present time impeacability -
J.A.B. %
The young generation, who believe in dissolution,
promulgating the manifesto
“tradition is the grave of the banality,
only solecism is the quickening of new life…”
yell upholding a flag similar to a bad check
which is unable to secure the needed guarantee for the debt.
They are sycophantic speculators hopping on the bandwagon
of the time, they are nothing but a product of a certain moment
of the swinging pendulum, their unfounded thought changes in consonance with the direction and the amplitude of the pendulum.
Although they think highly of themselves,
they assert themselves as the forerunner of the times,
actually, they are unbridled reckless colts jumping, hopping,
and running blindly in the wilderness.
They consider heteronomy as a shackle,
they, therefore, rush to a smithy and heat the shackles to cut it off,
they insist upon autonomy as the beat of the heart,
they, therefore, lay on the cold operating table to cut it open
to see the inside of the heart bearing an excruciating pain
but they found it full of red and blue blood
clotted in two atrium and two ventricles, the blood
contaminated with filthy and turbid human minds
which carried on from generations of generations
of past unchanged.
They try to ascend their thoughts, nonetheless,
above the traditional ones, it’s nothing more than
a word game, a disgusting prank.
Are they mad? Though they cannot even jump
nor have wings, they try to fly,
ah, poor generation, ill, crooked, lost,
who were not even touched by a drop of Medusa’s
poisonous blood, flap wings imitating Pegasus about to fly.
To all my Poetic Family, I would like to start a new word game It's very easy You pick a word
Define it and sign your name ( see examples below ) I will then with each author's permission
compile a PoetrySoup dictionary Anybody up to it ALWAYS...HG
Paperboy --- Origami --- HG
Armrest --- Sling --- HG
Poetry --- Word Songs --- Karen O'leary
Cackle Fruit --- Hen Egg ---John Moses Freeman * see his Comment Below
Brazier --- Boob Gear --- DAS-J( Dane Ann )
Broken leg --- Putting down three and carrying one --- Also equals new math--Sara Kedrick
Poetess Extraordinaire --- Extraordinary Creative Lady --- Linda-Marie Bariana
Poetic --- A little bug on a writer --- Sue Mason
Life Class --- Dress down, no gown --- Brian Strand
Senoir Moment --- No sap, need nap --- Brian Strand
Cool --- Kool now Koolio --- Lovely --- James Fraser
Satin Doll --- "Candy Sweet --- Alias linda Marie --- Linda Maria Bariana
Beatnik --- Long Locks, no Socks --- Brian Strand
Consultant --- Freelance Faience --- Brian Strand
Old Age --- Same Chat, Off Pat --- Brian Strand
Teenage --- Back Chat Off Pat --- Brian Strand
Autobiography --- Timeline, All Mine --- Brian Strand
Google ---Quick Look, Word Book ---Brian Strand
Errant ---Deniably Naughty --- Dane Ann
Ferocious --- Fierce Folly ---Dane Ann Continue to PART 2
waved away from certain topics
Yolanda and her Singing Saw blade
captured the intellectual integrity
of a generation in readjustment
freedom springs only from freedom kids
so lock your shields and set your pikes
and whatever else unmasks the poseurs
making mischief upon civilization
with zero police penetration
weighed and calibrated by the
by the US Bureau of Insanity
warned by the masked men at Masked Men U.
we'll find out if your daddy raised a fool
putting on a carefree face
clinging to childhood like a lost puppy
once again it's political suicide everywhere
the archetypes are tramping
through my head like Hitlerjugen
convulsed in the Little Death championship
strutting and hooting for a mate
will today's monster be tomorrow's arbiter of grace
Godzilla was eventually tamed was he not
he now does handyman work
and can come around some time
and get that squeak out of your door
that feudal ignorance and superstition
start with whatever impedes your mind
laughter will watch your back
cognition is a word game
rally and carry the colors with insolence
like a glowing catalytic converter
streaking across the endless night
distant from instinct like a horizon
illuminating a physics of the psyche
alive with maladapted ardor
like a dynasty of serial plagiarists
what then exactly is attention
news flash we are way past neolithic
up where the power meets the grid
if your point of observation is outlawed
only the involuntary spasms will remain
and a persistent mania for theology
to be dissected like laboratory toads
and poked with battery wires
where pickpockets with scissors
leave your pants a bit breezy
while clicking the mouse button of God
in a well orchestrated decoy fiasco
a talent show for the inept
tonight we have a knockout lineup
with lots of orange explosions
horrendous vs. hellacious
mastodon hair from the freezer
slapped on the bald spots
by a rapidly wilting imagination
strumming its ukelele in a hammock
burnt to a crisp in a flaming car wash
his soul finally attained its freedom
such as it was soot and ashes by then
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Now politicians play word game.
Saying climate change is to blame,
Implying Nature's got it wrong
And that they were right all along.
So these great powers must impress
And claim they can cure the mess.
For they will play the salesman game
And lie that they are not to blame.
At noon I got an idea
or should I call it a aha experience
My name is Madam Anne,
but you can call me Anna
Wow, this is quite a challenge
Without a doubt, a sagas of the best quality
A high level ... like reaching a star
Anana, big like the full moon
Of course I deserve a top spot
Huh, the level is high, but I did, did I?
Damn I'm mad, you do not like my word game
I refer to paragaf four thousand subsection 5-65
21.05.2018
Sun :) - A-L A ndresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
*Not for contest
Once again, well trained by the past Alphabet God Father’s, bringing poetry that’s strong,
A word scholar, popular in all dimensions coming at ya, with another piece to my name,
Craftier than the average, an unorthodox Maverick, quick semantics creating dots that join,
This life is your greatest gamble, will you manage or crumble? Heads or tails flipping the coin,
Will you conjoin or follow the world’s system of money determining your place in my word game,
We are not the same, this brain will always remain a savage,
An avid pen and paper challenger with high amperage, ready to be established,
Polished story rhymes, shiny and always on time making their way to all regions of the atlas causing havoc,
Challenging all word jugglers formulating verses to a challenge,
This is my passion, a talent straight up rudimentary styles still evolving,
Involving written weapons, putting your beliefs on trial with wild lines of venom, damaging perceptions,
A minor few are the exception, see past the deceptions and ask the most important questions,
Causing trouble in your tunnel vision, the struggle subsides and you soon envision the mysterious puzzle,
A mind with muscles, constructed with the finest steel must also be put to the test and questioned with the hottest fire,
Desire starts to run through your veins claiming to aspire higher elements you require,
Retire from unproductive habits, remove the boxes and find balance, conscious is your new status,
Ignore the latest crazes put in place for ignorant fools to escape to instead of being reshaped,
Narrate with a mind state connected to supernatural forces that monotheist’s keep forbidden,
Hidden truths running free within the universe of thought, pre conceived concepts are your villain,
Living life in rhythm, opposite to the matrix system installed by our conditioned ways,
Stay on your mission, seen in visions of past, present and future times away from religion.......
Continued at part 2
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 24.5.2016
As positive energies collaborate
Let our minds elaborate
On stories waiting to be told
Ones only we can unfold
The beauty and mystery our minds contain
Welcoming new mind frame
It is no tame; incapable of laying blame
Never suffer it to be shame;
when our mind begins its word game
Thrusting-out towards those with same mind frame
Tame is not a word to be used;
when describing great mental muse
The one that creates the imaginations;
Thus forth fueling poetic creations
Of any epic creation, you stand first to take the race
Going for wind like a board guided to surf the waves of grace
Fresh air is your trace, as it brings us back to better time,
Allowing us to unwind and relax;
To finally dine on the sweetest of things
Epic creations are seen through creative interpretations
The ones whose minds are open to thoughtful considerations
The oceans of our thoughts connect on one lone island
Where you and I dine on the Divinity of our creative minds
Like Titans of our craft we create
This place of peace and relaxation
This haven we're creating;
Is our ultimate blissful destination!
I see him standing in the rain,
this debonair and handsome Dane.
He says, "I don't know if I dare
to ask a lovely rose, so rare
to join me for a bite to eat."
I answer shyly, "That would be neat."
Then happily we watch a toad,
playing leap-frog on the road.
We go to lunch and I take note,
that on his handsomeness I dote.
I giggle a bit I don't deny,
when he drops gravy on his tie.
5/17/12 For Catie's Word game contest
Caterpillar
He thought he was clever fooling the cat;
in fact he was falling right into a trap.
Fido slurped Kitty’s food right off her plate.
He discovered its contents way too late.
Kitty was sick, terribly pale,
out of her mind chasing her tail.
Kitty’s dish held a poisoned pill
for she was sadly terminally ill.
Fido was stupid, he ate and ate
gulping and gulping at a ravenous rate.
Fido’s tongue dangled; his eyes started to tear.
He stiffened quite quickly, fell on his rear.
Kitty’s mush had all the strength to kill a rat.
Eat from your own dish; don’t eye others’ crap
Kathryn Collins
For Catie Lindsey’s word game contest
Caterpillar (has nothing to do with the poem except it has cat in it)
Cat, trap, plate, late, pill, ill, pale, tail, tear, rear, rat crap.
Face your future and do not be frightened.
Fear is your enemy with no forgiveness.
For the frailty in oneself feeling frustrated and fragmented will begin to fade from life.
So don’t forget to conquer your fears and move toward being fruitful and you will finally see the finish line.
Do not forfeit your freedom but be fierce and never lose sight of your goal.
You may come across friction as you venture on but oh when you are totally free how fantastic it would be!!
Two rival hockey teams take the ice
Gloves off at game time. bAm! PoW! SLICE!
It was a cluster puck
And that is putting it toothlessly nice.
I learned woodchucks couldn’t chuck wood
What would happen if they actually could?
Well, a cluster chuck
Really it’s only beavers that should.
I was holding breadcrumbs in a 10 lb sack
I tripped and fell right on my back
Then ensued a cluster duck
I was found by feathered friends that quack
I have this new word game to play
What’s the word I mean without having to say?
What a… clusterfluck?
Or something like that anyway.
February 1, 2023
C Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
8. Cluster
Why is it we have the means to be nice,
but often instead, we're as cold as ice?
Does our mind let loose from some hidden noose,
secret thoughts that are of no good use?
Our words hang like an unlit sconce.
Do I dare think of it, even once?
Our consciousness beckons like the rising sun,
witnessed by us only, no other one.
Down! Like a hammer that does concuss,
we awaken, alive, aptly conscious.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Word Game Contest
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are you ready to play with words and games of the soul....to bring out the
labyrinth that is within the sacred soul??
w/U absolutely
I can start with chimes of alter mimes within my alter rhyme
ok
a shoot of expectation....uprooting congregation....my own ramification of self
altercation...the way I fan the flame
the utmost juxtapose...the beginning of our game
gimme a word,though even if absurd....and I'll reply in time
YES
gimme a subject, and I'll congregate...verbs and nouns to subjagate...places to
fill with mynd
Love
love entangled, be it obtuse...let's say it's a caboose....of a place we may contain
I'll seclude it to a space, where we can't replace...where there can't be an easy
refrain...
more
gimme more...and I'll abhore more words and junctures to place within...I'm
waiting on a whim...the space I'll call " to win"
one word is all I ask.. and we'll drink upon the flask...together on the clouds...a
placement of feelings, fragments...a war of truth and wills
heart
a heart can only beat itself....like lonely Irish elfs....misunderstanding value...of
which way to go.;...the non = ending ebb and flow...I want to understand where
these feelings come from...
are they derived from lonliness or boredom...in the back room or corridor...a
package of the heart...where do feelings start?:
adjudication and frustration is what I feel constantly....the placement of my
feelings a continual
mystery...
I love the way U write, have I told U that?
am I manic or just a substantial panic - meister....can I ever kick this system in
the ****...thats what I want to observe...
I'm more intense in person...and I don't mean to make tensions worsen...I only
wish to widen the width of this scythe...
I like the way U talk
that is why I keep talking to U
I totally adore distance learning!
I realize, it’s the best for me!
in the morning got up so late...
still I could catch up with my class!
don’t see my brilliant teacher!
(probably she turned off her camera!)
Is she still in bed?
but I see her not-so-tough assignment.
can't really chat with my precious friends,
(actually I can - figured it out),
but I spot they are all there!
oh, no! one or two are missing!
surely they will catch up by tomorrow evening.
it’s terrific, it's impressive, it's so much fun!
I have a superbly hilarious story to listen!
about Lima beans!
guess what! it's a dish surprisingly mouthwatering!
Right now that's what my mommy is cooking!
Ms. Jolly left a challenging word-game,
she is so kind! She knows I am thrilled with them,
most probably she had me in her mind!
Mr. De Fillipis assigned our class a complicated math problem!
no worries, I will solve it before anyone else!
oh my!
we can do music and phys.ed online?!!!
that’s the splendiferous fun!
have a great time, everyone!
the day will pass unwrinkled, smooth, like a breeze,
I won’t bother my already-stressed mom.
we are all online,
mom and dad and me and Joan.
it’s a little disappointing that we can’t play tag outside,
although the sun is shining so bright!
the birds are chirping their mellifluous songs,
and we are all home-bound!
right now, I am supremely glad
we have distance learning,
even if I make mistakes,
no one can catch me!!!!!