Louisa the artificial squeeza,
Lived for the moment,
When people called her name.
Founded on the belief.
That intelligence can cause relief.
Oh, what a shame!
The people calling her name,
Were those with the most blame!
All lived in fear of what they might hear.
Solutions, ablutions, change.
All a part of Louisas' brain,
Sending answers far and wide.
We must hide,
From what Louisa can do!
Otherwise, we might get blue.
No one will need us to work,
Or blame others for being a jerk!
Taxpayers might thrive and keep Louisa alive!
Categories:
canted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
A mannequin stands
in the neon of night
head slightly canted
harlequin-right
fashionably clothed
in the brand-names of youth
arms shiny rods
with no digits forsooth
if able I think
his thumb he would raise
and he’d give me a wink.
Categories:
canted, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
We Had Been Hard Up
We had been hard up living in a tent,
And for all of our sins we did repent;
Garden planted;
Chants canted;
We are glad God gave us His consent.
Jim Horn
For Andrea,
My 5,555th poem.
Categories:
canted, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Falling snow, beauty belies its hidden dangers!
White-veiled mountains can be a threat to all below,
But on the day the inviting piste, it's splendours!
Skiers, see the sparkle in their eyes, they love the snow!
They jump from mounds, landing in a great snow flurry!
Slamon round the mounds, snow flying, friends cheer them on!
Then there's tobogganers, always in a hurry!
Snowboarders, somersaulting, an exhibition!
Dusk, the piste brilliantly lit, skiers enchanted.
They no longer ski alone, shadowed company.
Downhill runs ending with a party, some canted
Party ending all happy, no one got frumpy!
Next day, goodbyes all done and dusted, flying home.
Still, snowing flight cancelled, oh well no one complained.
Sadly the snow, heavy, piste closed, hear them all moan!
The next day, avalanches and worse for them rained!
Categories:
canted, snow,
Form: I do not know?
Just say Thanks
Thanks, is an ordinary word, that many take for granted,
It has various meanings, that are within us deeply planted.
At a young age, we are taught, to always do what’s right,
And saying thanks demonstrates, that it’s good to be polite,
Thanks is an ordinary word, that many take for granted
Freely flowing from our tongues, it can appear to be canted.
We say it to show expressions, of appreciation and gratitude,
But oh so often, when forced to say it, we display our attitude.
Thanks is and ordinary word, that many take for granted,
So here’s a reminder that hopefully, will become implanted!
T is for the thoughts that are instilled in me,
H is for the happiness that I’m yearning to see,
A is for the admiration that I keep in my heart,
N is for the nourishment that will never part,
K is for the kindness running through my veins
S is for the sincerity that will always remain!!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 9/20/15
For the contest: Giving Thanks for 2015
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Categories:
canted, appreciation, beauty, encouraging, happiness,
Form: Light Verse
I sat beside you on a couch
In canted ground-
I sat on its lower side-
On purpose-
Waiting for you to roll over me-
But you were hanging tight on the upper side,
And that pushed me to look up in the sky
And wish the earth was vertical-
(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal
Publications – translated here by the author)
Categories:
canted, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form: Free verse
Ancient graying wood of
Canted posts
Swaying yellow grasses
Dance across
Rusty flaking barbed wire
Containing no more
Than a fading image
Of flicking horse tails
And stomping hooves
Still dutifully clasped
Connecting the rotting rails
A single coil of braided metal
Holds fast to the
Gate
Which now swings only shadows
Across a dying field
Forgotten
Categories:
canted, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse