Platitudinous ponderosity
All these nouns sound so silly
A bawdy outward display from ostentation
A twist or fold from overt placation
An act, an instance or state of expansion
Increase in size from flatulent action
Assuming what is not natural or real
A false display of affectation or zeal
Pretension and haughtiness
It’s distastefully adorned with gaudiness
Promulgating esoteric cogitations
Articulating psychological observations
Ingesting superficial sentimentalities
Beware of platitudinous ponderosities
Resolution:
(And to all those who attempt to fleece
I have made a call to The Dream Police
And if you must know, his name is Rick
And he’s in band called Cheap Trick)
As we descend into our togetherness
There are her tears and whispers of "be gentle with me"
As she condescends into our passion
We hold each other firm with messages of skin and heart
We fall deeper into each other
She has hesitance to fully surrender her body
But is caught up into thoughts of his piercing blue eyes
Which can seduce her when her clothes are on
She shivers and the articulation of gentle kisses
On nape and notch (And why now am I thinking of hop scotch?)
"Hey! No!" "Kisses, focus on the kisses"
As we are warm for each others form
And the smell of mahogany in this cabin
(In which just moments ago we were both enjoying a good book)
And in each other we smother as inhibitions
Are now falling away (and the smell of French Toast)
Why French Toast when I am enjoying the interrogation
Of my lover lips? Oh sweet lover who has gently and caressingly
Wooed me into a chase of orgasmic finality
And into the afterglow of post coital spooning
Wow and whew (with a heavy sigh)
Maybe now the French Toast
As we lay prostrate
Tabula rasa-blank page
Word play we engage
Sleight of hand we write
Together with tongue magic
Comic and tragic
Poetic dual
Like the bards of Vienna
We've burnt sienna
We foster and play
With our words and our phrasing
Not mean, not praising
We engage with rhyme
Each other's druthers, "Respect!"
To urge, not neglect
Sometimes we flirt and
Sometimes we fling dirt, but me
Cajolery, you
Sully the bully
Flatter, not as indicters
We are cowriters
So in this haiku
I don't offer you some prose
But hand you a rose
With their cruel Laughter
I quickly ended the chapter
About a started helicopter,
Still air-borne forty hours after,
Because of flyers never the softer
Above zinc or Rafter,
Until results are born
Or dreams to shreds torn…
And then their cruel laughter began,
With all the heat of a room without fan:
I like a new album denied a hit
Or listeners choosing it to challenge a bit…
Then, I choosing to accept my cajolery
That evening showing up at a gallery.
But plotters are fearless things of every century,
Even as a Government is thought a sanctuary.
the boring colors of Monet
dour leaves of double gray
cajolery by many
good thoughts? I have not any
God
sacred, Divine
protecting, helping, loving
truth, justice, cajolery, forger
deceiving, scaring, hating
creepy, phony
devil
I spent my day shopping for rubies.
It's an indulgence - you see.
I always choose the most faceted ones
and take them home with me.
I fashion them into beautiful jewelry
and by early the next day,
I've need to shop and purchase more
for I give all my trinkets away.
When the clerk sees me approaching,
he displays trays of crimson stones,
then says with a sly twinkle in his eyes,
"Nice to see you again, Ms. Jones."
Today, I chose two with radiant sparkle
and held one next to each ear.
He flattered me so I'd buy the baubles,
"They are exquisite on you, my dear."
He needn't have bothered with cajolery.
I bought those rubies and more.
He boxed them for me, smiled and said,
"Ta ta," when I walked out the door.
I thought he was impertinent and snide.
and will not deal with one so rude.
Tomorrow I will find a new ruby broker;
who has a more courteous attitude.
I spent my day shopping for rubies,
radiant in quality and clarity.
I will continue to browse, searching
for those I consider a rarity.
First Line Prompt -3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Posted on July 12, 2020
He loved her very much (or so he said),
waiting for her every day with a gift,
His handsome face and cajolery led
her to trust him, a young woman adrift;
And then one day, they had a major fight,
he said sorry but she refused to talk,
He seethed within, longing to make it right,
Still, each time he tried, she would simply balk;
That fateful day, he tried to address her,
Yet, she would not cast him a second glance,
His pent up anger welled in him further
as he stabbed her neck in a mad, rash trance;
Every life is precious and God-given,
And a murderous deed once done is done,
If he repents, he may be forgiven,
Yet, he's entered that point of no return.
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10.12.16
World Wide Web welcomed the world over
Computer communication consisting as a combined operation, though
Poised and positioned, pertinent persons are parodied, as
Caricaturists calculating cajolery creates challenges
Tacticians tantalises with tangible tall stories, though
Rules regulate racketeers and raging ranters
Friends and family Skype face to face in fellowship.
Technology Girls
Century ago, the girls knew their cost.
They stood in the sky and called us.
To join them there,You couldn't use airplanes.
We went there by using the power of words.
We should create our strong wings
By developing a cute romantic vision.
We knew the richness of a loving letter.
Kiss her soul was our golden trophy.
Today's girls are in an ignorant world.
They are laying down on the ground.
They develop a new concept of love.
Their ease killed our warm cajolery.
Under the influence of the new age,
We coddled their emotions without merit.
They have sex without knowing the seduction.
They earned only the name technology girls.
In momentary hibernation,
Under the soft fallen snow flakes,
I wait for your sunny endearment,
To melt my frozen covers with love:
Awakened by the warmth of your lips,
I struggle to come alive at you touch,
Rejuvenated by the earthly heat,
Quivering I yield with hot desire.
Passion crushed tracks on the naked slopes,
Fingers pleasure my aching globes,
Soothing paths to the valley of joy;
Impoverished oozing wet petals?
Come alive in their coaxed surrender,
Stimulated cajolery in lust?
Satiated thirst in clamorous longing;
I abound in life’s enchanted colors.
“ LIFE WITH IT’S QUINTESSENCE & PURGATION LIFE “
Life is Quintessencent
Friends are Purgative
Mentor as Citadel
Surroundings are Alamode
Goal is Antecedent
Results are Candoured
Future is Begget
Excellenceas an Compendium
Aberration as an Cajolery
Assonance of Happiness
Live life with Bravity
As life is Celestial
Wriiten by : -
Abhishek sasan
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