Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment
however brief, I walk along as an exponent
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
Categories:
colloquially, change, deep, endurance, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
It's called the Popliteal Fossa,
colloquially, the 'Hough'.
It is that sweet place behind your knee
that looks so like a boudoir pillow,
and yet becomes a tender hollow
when at rest.
A disguised beauty, but ever responsive
to my lips caress.
Such are the small things lovers
hardly ever mention with words
as they allow flesh to speak to flesh.
Categories:
colloquially, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Took knowledge in a logical way
Took out books starting with "A"
After a few months and a week
Wasn't even close to the "B's"
But I could tell you anything you wanted to know about aardvarks and artichokes
But I kept at it figurin I'll get there
Sat so long wore a hole in my chair
My beard grew longer couldn't stop to shave
And as it grayed I was near the end of the "A's"
Couldn't wait to learn all about buttered beans and brussel sprouts
Well look back now I think I should've
Started at age four then maybe I would've
Been to the "D's" before I died
But in the "C's" I learned how to cry
Cultivate cucumbers correctly create conversations continuously colloquially called chewing cud
I learned all about alliteration ages ago
Categories:
colloquially, song,
Form: Lyric
A soft sentimental feel
Sitting before me in green
The colors are coming soon
The ones of fire
Those of eternal delight
And she will emanate
All the emotions therein
And I will possess
The greatest of these
Her love, of which grows
Towards my perfection
Within her light, and eyes
Of developmental sight
Only, but my own
Sees pitiful me
Deplorable to the senses
But aligned with the season
I fulfil one of my promises
To always be smiling
During the days of Autumn
No matter the weather
So I now smile in the heat
As she perceives around me
The color of my veins
Within her own head
Combines our bond, superfast
And colloquially hoped
To burn through the fire
That we have for one another
Constant, eternal, bond
Holding our faith
And our love
We will conjure up the weather
Of Fall, into our hearts
Where the world waits
For our transformation
Into beauty and heart filled
Passion
Russell Sivey
Categories:
colloquially, autumn, beauty, change, love,
Form: Free verse
Well shut my mouth you honey bee,
y’all come round for gab an tea
At end of day, when all’s bout done,
lain in the hay we’ll have some fun
Gurt deep we’ll think and spin a pun,
shake a leg, you son of a gun
Well I’ll be damned to hell and back,
now you’ve got me on the rack
Your bright ideas, they come in shoals,
and drag me o’er the cruel hot coals
A slap in the belly with a cold white fish;
cross your fingers make a wish
Now you’ve got the cuffs on me, count
your blessings, one, two, three
Colloquially speaking, life can be cruel;
you won’t catch me, playing the fool.
Written for contest Colloquiallisms, 3/7/15
Categories:
colloquially, culture, fun, history,
Form: Verse
my heart has a hole in it
so whats wrong with yours?
need tongs for sure
deep frozen ore
reach out when sore
selfish people stay silent
and it hurts even more
now I see your core
principles that run a school
cultures that make us tools
seemingly were confused
forgetting some golden rules
ratios for when were dry
softening up our stool
opening up to why
emotional yet staying cool
colloquially im a fool
supposedly major pull
karma my favorite mule
started and lacking fuel
the artist of loving cruel
forgiveness just in my pocket
never forget the duel
grueling my favorite project
moving for better prospects
people are not just objects
reminding you of the options
shaking you in the conscious
taking away the nonsense
ignorance have me nauseous
thinking of mr pontius
carry it in my conscience
parry a basic promise
farrier of running honest
comparing the daily conquest
airing progresses' onset
Categories:
colloquially, culture, emotions, forgiveness, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
On the street, it is known as “angel dust” colloquially.
It has a formal moniker in pharmacology.
The name is rather long, but is abbreviated to “PCP”
It was first synthesized as a dissociative anesthetic.
Among its side effects, it is hallucinogenic.
More seriously, to the nervous system, it is toxic.
Junkies can inhale it, ingest it, or it can be smoked.
With its use, the brain is adversely provoked.
What are often produced are hallucinations.
Sometimes, the drug fashions delusions.
There is numbness of pain, but distortions of reality.
This cannot be anything to use for you or me.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Robert Pettit
October 8, 2012
For Gail’s “Angel Dust” contest.
Categories:
colloquially, angst, health, recovery from...,
Form: Rhyme
Wow! As we would colloquially put it,
You are really one man of grit!
You seem to be the only guy
Who’s got no time even to cry.
Just imagine, in a day
Everyone wants to know your say.
You’ve got to speak, you’ve got to write –
Are you the only one who’s very bright?
And you’ve got to be present everywhere
Especially when your boss’s there.
In a jiffy you’ve got to speak
Why is that you tend to squeak?
Legal matters, contracts, too,
Inquiries, finance - are statements true?
Then open files and through them pore;
Are there skeletons behind the door?
God help me! I’ve erased a file,
Tensions rampant, vanish’d’s the smile.
Oh Lord Almighty, let me out of this mess,
A real tough job – I do confess!
Categories:
colloquially, confusion, funny, on work
Form: I do not know?