My only dearie!
In you, I live my world so sweet.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty,
In my heart your love grows like planted seeds.
Happiness is what is seen in your mirror.
Even if your love keeps making my eyes shy,
I can never again decline.
Your love will just be my sole attraction.
To your heart I plead, be in my kingdom,
My heart has a space for your reign.
Each of the ten lines was from my following ten poems, with lines where each of them was originally written in brackets:
Line 1: 'Your vase filled my vase with love' (Line 52)
Line 2: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 13)
Line 3: 'Allow wines to jailbreak' (Line 7)
Line 4: 'I am thankful for your care' (Line 8)
Line 5: 'Beauty perches on your face' (Line 11)
Line 6: 'Only your love I chose' (Line 10)
Line 7: 'I can never again decline' (Line 13)
Line 8: 'My kiss whispers love on your lips' (line7)
Line 9: 'The voice of love (Line 6)
Line 10: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 19)
walking most of life
within brackets
a comma always in front of my steps
if in the right mood
an accent over my head
but those moments dwindle
nobody notices my question marks
or speech marks it seems
often then exclamation
fearing as we all do
the full stop
In the old dark coal mine, brought cold feeling.
It was underground and very dangerous and hard work.
Wearing dark clothes, leather boots, and canvas hat
With a leather brim with metal lamp brackets to hang off a light.
My owner would carry me on his shoulder
When he walked into the tunnels of the mine.
He would hold me firmly with both hands.
Forcing hard with his body, would push my blade into the hard ground,
Rocked my handle back and forth to loosen the ground to get to the coal.
He came out dust covered black with me on his shoulder
All wore out needing to be sharpen for the next day.
I pondered about winter; it would come, and snow would fall.
He'd get me out of the shed, cold chill I would be to the touch,
And shovel the soft fallen snow of the sidewalk.
Years have passed and also my owner.
Now I hang of the wall with my blade painted.
His daughter in tribute, painted a winter scene.
An endless breadth curtain of a blue sky
As it closes the sun's view going down.
Patches of snow on the ground and bare limbs on the trees
My owner walks down a path with his dog.
As he had walked that path so many times.
A semi-colon connects two thoughts together
An exclamation mark screams out its cause
You don’t have to wait until the end to breathe
a comma can give you a pause
A question mark begs for an answer
Quotations usually mean this is not mine
A colon tells me there is a list
or the second and first parts are combined
Then there is the hyphen, En dash, and Em dash
It’s really hard to tell them apart
The hyphen is the shortest and Em is longer
to explain them I would not know where to start
Don’t forget about parentheses and apostrophes
Slashes, brackets, ellipses, and…other stuff
But my favorite punctuation is the period
it tells me when enough is enough.
There once was a bucket from Nantucket
[Trump*]'s aides must make time to lug it
While running for office
His sh!t from each orifice
Needs giant commodes just to flush it
*In order to promote fairness, the reader can insert any selfish politician, CEO, or other name in the brackets. Sadly, there's no shortage of good choices.
Just clench your presence and perseverance per each severance/
as it enlightens your sense you can be relied on like plans for anchorage/
I see additives that help create and crate addicts/
The statistics sit in and add ticks to brackets/
Try to be ragged to flats of the packs and all dramatics/
Kids logistics of it tips influence to ruckus/
It pits persistence off his ship to a rut Gus/
With influences rough hardship is a smut bus but a must/
Given is prudence with buff-man ship guts/
Driven by tenants of the heart to make plans fit in/
Heaven like expectant's at the start grew quick dance a hip in/
Smitten by this exuberance as if it’s a mansion to live in/
What’s written is luminous if it’s to mention don’t give in/
Breath of Fresh Air
She is a breath of fresh air
The kind you don’t meet every day
Her long and graceful fingers are filled with (bling)
From the men who loved her before.
She is the kind that makes you blush with a glance.
Her beauty surpasses that of an intricate sunrise.
She speaks the truth and does not (blabber)
About unimportant and mundane things
She drinks of life and (slurps) as she swallows from its cup!
Unadulterated laughter fills the room when she muses.
A (drizzle) of joy fills all the dark places and dispels all fears
Like a gradual but steady waterfall,
It (sloshes) into the next week.
Once you have met her…
You will never be the same.
She is a woman who can make you feel
A million emotions by one encounter
She will steal your heart
And put it in her pocket
In case she may need it one day!
So, breathe her in and never forget her face.
Written November 9, 2021
For Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
(ps. underlining and bold did not paste when formatting to poetry soup so words used are in brackets)
sincere apologies
You are a hole in my head;
when I look inside, I see a dentist's drill
grinding sweetly against my hippocampus
and it must have hit a tear duct by accident
because when I wake, it has been raining.
I douse myself in Argan oil and
set myself on fire with my hair straightener
(ordinal, interval). Never again will I sleep;
That night I dream of
at last! A letter from you
though when I wake, I do not check the post.
I switch on the oven, and logic
swallows the half-consciousness of your handwriting.
Now I rise from my reverie; it is babyhood
and it is morning and I
sweat under the covers,
learning everything in five minutes,
Orlando, Leon, Halleluiah, and
people looking like other people,
a man that used to be handsome,
In the veins of a red-eyed pensioner he
drags me from my bed in upside-down buses
and the screaming blue walls of the DVLA office;
I fall cyclical into double brackets as I am
reaching out for a glass of water
and I am forever
Brushing my hair in the face of death;
I sit down in the shower and
wonder if it will get infected
fence with those wee thin blades
punch a lion in the face(obvs quite shortly before i die)
trip up a running giraffe
hang with a sloth
make a list of buckets
if in was in infinite
would it be in ininfinite
----------------d
----------------e
----------------k
----------------c
----------------a
-----------------r
-----------------t
follow the side
tell jokes to a star
rest my head on a cloud
see 2 sunny days in succession( fae Scotland(from Scotland))
use 2 sets of brackets in same line (??)
Use blancmange in a poem (??)
write a poem that stops
everything
Clean and minty
Plump pink or receding
Capped, implanted, or real
A whistle through gaps
Metal brackets and stretchy rubber bands
Drool on a white cotton pillow case in the dead of night
Twitchy lies and storied gossip, save,
For a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
Shocking as it may seem to believe,
I dislike iTunes Christian and gospel genre.
The only explanation I can fathom,
Is that all its songs sound the same to me.
My preference is hip hop and pop,
Lecrae and Andy Mineo are my tops.
I do like Ariana when listening to pop,
Mostly I rock to the Apple’s pop.
I love J. Cole’s “Brackets” so much,
I even wrote about it for my class.
So much truth exposed in the song,
It’s impossible to ignore the message.
My focus effects my reality,
I keep Jesus as my centerpiece.
Without him, a me there wouldn’t be,
Connected like the roots of a tree.
ENGLISH HUMOR
To read This I have translated the words in brackets.!
PETROL (GAS)
I needed to buy Petrol (Gas) today
The price of it took my breath away
A holiday this year I’ll not take
Can’t afford it for goodness sake.
A pound (2 dollars) a litre today
There’s nothing we can do BUT PAY
I need to buy a whistle and toot
That in English slang means suit.
I guess now that will have to wait
As the money to spend I hesitate
It can wait till another day
I didn’t need a new whistle and toot anyway
I don’t really mean to complain
Besides if I did what would I gain
I keep telling people prices will go down
But they just look at me and frown
I had nothing to do tonight
So I thought this silly thing I’d write
After you this silly poem written by me
PLEASE don’t to harsh a CRITIC be.
“OLD AGE ALLOWS ME POETIC LICENSE!!”
R. Taub
Aug. 9 2010
Yelling from inside someone else’s frame,
my central nervous system sedated,
these brackets of measured feet are inflamed.
My mirrored reflection is berated.
I watch my species swim across for fish.
We all know that the shark teeth lay in wait.
Yet, colors on those fish scales make us wish.
We call it food, but they use it as bait.
I go and tell it on the tall mountain,
thinking of innovative words to say.
It rubs the pork gel lotion on its skin,
then kneels down to the shark, so it can pray.
I resolve to attempt to save myself,
and feign to behave like everyone else.
Bothered By An Assigned Bracket
Linda Arnold wrote an article about
Spring and March Madness about
busting brackets.
An assigned bracket may lock you in;
Can not escape or get out ever again,
And if willing,
Self-fulfilling; (Merton's Prophesy)
No matter where you are or have been.
Jim Horn
Am listening to Apple President on MSNBC.
Self regulation is best when intent is best.
Still never sure of consequences. Type of info,
controls and connects are important. Watching
MSNBC is like attending a class. Anyone must
be able to feel comfortable with Apple. Always
interested in raising the bar. What you sell at
store is you. If store is shoddy you are shoddy.
Here A Brisket And There A Bracket
Briskets and brackets can be high or low;
Or else you may either win, place or show;
In a contest,
To be best,
And do better higher and faster must go.
Jim Horn
#4450
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