Best Xeroxed Poems
Almost always, as additional allurements arrive, ask as a Being...
By better borne behests become best Causes ?
Can causes create concise concepts Diligently ?
Do doers do decidedly dumb doldrums Ever ?
Each eek echoes egotistical efforts enduring Familiarity...
Faith fathers forgiveness for flaunting fabled Gifts.
Gasps give great grief, growing gruesome Hatreds...
Hasn't humanity had hurt hearts hung Innocently ?
Is insistence in increasing irritation inevitably incongruous Justice ?
Jimson jars...jitters...joggles...jolts...just jocose jurisprudence' Knell.
Kerfuffle kin, kickshaw kept ken, kindly knaves kneading Lamentations...
Leaving love's loaves, lordly lotharios, looking like lowlifes Made.
Marking more madmen mere moronic monsters meting mayhem Nearby.
Now, not never, nab needed nerves, nurture nasturtium near Openness !
Once only one, ordained our ostracism, outrage outdone on overwrought Plight.
Perhaps pride precludes passable patience, posing portentous prolapse Quickly !
Quiet quandaries, quarrelsome qualms, quivering quixotic quirks Resplendent...
Reaching relapse, revolving recidivism, reconstructed reflective reform Seen !
Searching secretive states, seemingly simple, sincere serenity sought Through...
Tender tears, touching together to total tympanic transformation Unjust.
Unique union...unimportant, unbending, unpopular, unless universal Veracity !
Verbose verbalism, vertical vignettes verify vital victory Won.
When written with wit...watershed words work wonderful Xerography !
Xyloid xylography, xeroxed xeno X, Yet...
Yesterday's youth, yowled yummy young yips Zanily !
Zeitgeist, zombie zealots zapping zonked zingers...Away !!
Alphabet soup, homemade, here's how
Begin the dish with alphabet pasta and homemade chicken broth
Coriander is next, chopped finely and bruised in cloth
Dice some carrots and parsnips, add chopped swedes as well
Endives and onions tickle the taste buds, create aroma for smell
Fennel bulbs and feathery fronds add pique and intrigue
Grate some Parmesan, add mace and cumin, for spicy blitzkrieg
Heat on high to just before boiling, then reduce heat and simmer gently on low
Insert a spoon and swirl to see perchance what the letters spell out on surface floe
'Just' eat the better half of all meals on your plate
'Keep' snacks at bay by banning from pantry, making temptation abate
'Lessen' you loaf time by walking, running, cycling an hour each day
'Make' wholesome meals, with whole fresh foods and vegetable buffet
'No' more quick junk food fixes to cure feeling-down and depressed
'Or' between meal snacks when hunger pangs bite and diet gets stressed
'Portion' control is far easier that counting calories each time you eat
'Quell' your calories by skipping lunch or one other meal, and each day repeat
'Regular' fasting far easier than eating dietary greens and stuff with no appeal
'Sociably' better, sharing main meal with family, friends, bypassing diet exclusion ordeal
'To' make sure you keep on track to lose weight, eating less and keeping slim
'United' plan and pledge to make durable lifestyle changes to become terrific and trim
'Verily' to keep to your plan, to keep from being beaten
'Waiting' no more to make it happen
'Xeroxed' copies of Mediterranean Diet Recipes at the ready
'Yearning' to be slim and terrific with weight steady
'Zapping' through each day with gusto
"NATALIE REALIZES HER FAITH WAS TRUE AND UNCONDITIONAL"
January fifth was the last day NATALIE saw her b e l o v e d mother,
Keeping secrets hidden was always her mother’s greatest weakness-
Looking through old photos she REALIZES she actually had a big brother,
Mother had birthed another baby, his picture full of innocent sweetness.
Natalie took a few weeks to ask HER father about the unknown secret,
Over and over again she thinks about what she will exactly say-
Pretending not to know is really the same as wanting to keep it,
Q u i e t l y she walks in his den on a cold February winter day.
Regardless of his answers she knows that FAITH is on her side,
Saving her from sadness has always been God's greatest benediction-
Troubled as a youth, He WAS the only One she could confide,
Understanding she held the TRUE meaning of the blessed crucifixion.
Very calmly she approaches her father who was always a good guy,
Wandering towards him she shows him the p i c t u r e of the baby-
Xeroxed responses in her mind she hoped to be given an honest reply,
Yet her father s h e d a tiny tear AND explained the family's loss vaguely.
Zinnia’s lay in the front yard b l o o m i n g like it was the garden of Eden,
Astounded, Natalie sits staring out her bay window and sees a white dove-
Basking in the sun she felt the one and only thing she could believe in,
Clearly, it was the nurturing grace of the Lord's forever UNCONDITIONAL love.
* This is a story about a woman from church who found out she had an older brother who died from cancer. Her parents never told her because the loss was too hard to bear. Natalie held onto her strong faith and the Lord carried her through her pain of the loss of a sibling she never knew she had*
Alphabet Soup - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Date Written: September 2, 2016
All abroad! Amazing airplane aims above Asia ascending at an ample airline.
Bestowing big buildings, busy businesses, beautiful beaches...
Camera captures candid cascading countryside.
Dozen dandelions display delightful destinations.
Everyone easily escapes enjoyment.
Families follow festivals featuring favorite foods.
Guests grow generating grand group gatherings.
Happy hikers holler, "Hello", having heartfelt hospitality.
Itinerary illustrates interest.
Journalists jot joyful journeys.
Kindreds keep keepsakes.
Laziness lingers leaving luxury lounging.
Many mountains measure meaningful moments.
Neighbors noticing newfound nature.
Onlookers observe outstanding overviews.
People profile pretty picturesque plains.
Quaint quiet quests.
Rivers rage radiating rainbow rays.
Souvenirs stock storefronts signaling surging sales.
Tourists travel tracing town's treasures.
Upcoming unbelievable utopia.
Visitors vacation vast vicinities.
Wonderful walks were waiting world wonders.
XOXO's xeroxed.
Yesterday's yearly yacht yearnings.
Zooming zestfully.
"Reverse"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Zeal yields Xeroxed writes
Vanity uncovers tortured sights
Relevant questions produce obsessed needs
Maybe Love kindly justifies, indeed
He, God's Favorite Entity
Does Carry Beloved Affinity
Always building cars,
Dodge enjoyed framing grand historical ideas.
Jaguar kept long models noble.
Overdrawn Pontiac quadrupled.
Rare Saturn tested unfair.
Victorious winner xeroxed yet zany.
Autumn bequeaths
chestnut dappled
ethereal forests
graciously hued in
jeweled kaleidoscope leaves
migrating north on
primeval quiet
river snow
tapering under
violet winter's
xeroxed yielding zenith.
11/13/21
Entered in 'Z' contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
A About a beauty that I see;
B Brown skin, and brown eyes, with full lips,
O Obviously made to take sips,
U Using pretty smiles to tempt me.
T Tall, just enough for her to be
A Alluring between feet and hips.
L Legs, long enough to take a trip
E Everywhere she is set free.
X Xeroxed in the back of my mind
A Appears a body that is lean,
N Not letting me turn an eye blind.
D Down and up her presence is keen,
R Revealed from the front and behind,
A Allowing her form to be seen.
Again, I take my pen in hand.
Bring words to mind, so I can plan.
Compose a verse quite fresh and new!
Deciding on what style to do?
Each letter then I will suggest,
Flows quickly through the alphabet.
Great, this shall give me loads of choice,
Hoping you out there hear my voice.
In-case you don’t I’ll write it down
Just to ensure you will not frown.
Kindly yes, I considered that,
Let me decide the right format.
Making the meter rhyme I say
No other style for me today.
Organised with this choice, just made,
Presuming brings me accolade.
Questions although could still be asked,
Reviews received could me unmask.
Still, I shall understand if you,
Turn aside and do not review.
Undecided? you may have heard,
Value now from my written word
Will bring a Merry Christmas too,
Xeroxed this now sending through.
Yes, lastly, I will cheer and say,
Zip-a dee- doo dah- zip-a-dee ay!
A black cat didn't exactly frighten Gavin
He initially jumped kinda lightly, Mom
Now, Ola Parsons quickly responds, saying
The ugly varmint wanted xeroxed yellow Zinnias
ALPHABETS OF LOVE
_____________________
Cannot be Assigned.
Cannot be Bargained.
Cannot be Conceived.
Cannot be Designed.
Cannot be Erased.
Cannot be Fantasized.
Cannot be Gilded.
Cannot be Humerised.
Cannot be Idealized.
Cannot be Juxtaposed.
Cannot be Kerneled.
Cannot be Legitamised.
Cannot be Mortalised.
Cannot be Noanofied.
Cannot be Ordained.
Cannot be Perused.
Cannot be Quantifed.
Cannot be Ratified.
Cannot be Simplified.
Cannot be Trivialised.
Cannot be Utilised.
Cannot be Vandalised.
Cannot be Warranted.
Cannot be xeroxed.
Cannot be yielded.
Cannot be zeroed.
It's a magical moment, in time and space.
Which is blessed by eternal grace.
A gift to human race.
Not a contract on paper.
Not a legal matter.
Not a cases of physical lust .
A subsidiary of spiritual trust.
But to love and be loved.
Not a one way street.
Not a tingling sensation.
Or a weakness in your limbs.
Commitment of a spiritual kind,
to care for each other needs. (Akin)
But must be guided by the mind and soul.
Willingness of the heart.
It's not static. Always dynamic.
Ever evolving with the winds of change.
It can never loose its grace.
Your lines have been Xeroxed,
even the other woman kept them in a box
beneath the bed soiled with disease
above the dog you liken with fleas
Your lips swell with pretense like Botox
Shame on you, poisoning Cupid's bow
Your soul is tied to names you don't even know
What's her name? To you, we're all named "doll"
Barbie needs to bury Ken, get a bearer like Pall
Your game is entertaining, but you still don't show
Oh, big bad wolf! You can't blow down this house
Finally, the cheese got up and chased off the mouse
I've had enough of your shenanigans!
I want a man, not a 10-lady-man-with-silky hands
I thought you were a lover, but you're really a louse
GOOD RIDDENS!
As I look at nature, it’s sure delight,
because what I see is a lovely sight.
Can’t you hear the birds take flight?
daffodils sway to the left and to the right,
Eagles soar, with keen and good eyesight.
fish swim, in ocean such an amazing plight,
Grass caresses one's skin at twilight,
heaven on earth; it’s an alluring invite.
Iagos find shelter while it’s still daylight,
just beyond the stream is a campsite;
Kayaks sail by ,underneath the moonlight.
lions roar and the animals run in fright,
monkeys swing in trees, they’re so bright;
Nectar flows, bees have a strong appetite.
one could just bask in nature all night,
Pleasure fills me as I notice a little kite.
Queen lions teach her young,their birthright,
Robbins sing a sweet song; a lovely highlight.
Swans glide across the lake, free of frostbite.
turtles are in their own world,out of the limelight,
Understanding nature isn’t black and white.
valuable lessons were learned here,in hindsight,
Why didn’t I do it sooner? Now I sit and write.
xeroxed fears are gone, they were too contrite;
youth is fading, I want my life to be dynamite,
Zeal is what I strive for when I’m feeling uptight.
* Iago sparrow- Is apart of the sparrow
February 02-12-2020
Contest:ABECEDARIAN
SPONSOR:Caren Krutsinger
All around
birdies bicker
cats creep
doggies dig
every evening.
flowers flirting,
greening grass,
heather hedging
invading insects
juicy junipers.
keening kin
life lost,
mournful mending
nurture needed.
ominous omens,
praying penitent
quietly quaking
redemption rendered.
sweet scents
tease, tickle
unarm ugliness
vivacious violets
warmly witness
xeroxed xanthous.
yonder yawn
Zany zinnia!
And yet they will say
That I was not
Or will not say
That I was
Or was not
Or perhaps not
They
With BAs and MAs
Will take these words away
This is the Author’s curse
They will say
I was spoken
I was slave
To grammar and verse
They will write
As I have written
About my nothingness
My motionlessness
The extent of my existence
My stolen words
Xeroxed in every thought
Through plagiarised verse
They will say
I have written nothing
I have authored nothing
I have been authored
By those who file
These words in single file
Of severed selves
Into the alphabetised order
Of library shelves