A lot of folks use many fine words.
They might as well be tweeting like birds
for all of the things that they say.
I can't grasp the meaning they convey.
Whereas my conscience strictly confines
me to say nothing in only six lines.
Categories:
concision, humor, language, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Sedge grass, unwanted there,
it terrorized my uncle's garden,
blemishing the neatly ordered rows
of cauliflower and cabbage,
tomatoes, beans and beets.
He would till from dawn to dusk,
his angled back at odds with the
concision of his spade;
his way of giving thanks,
the Yorkshire Dales his place of worship.
The ordinariness of standing water
puddled, reflecting sweat and struggle.
Freshly turned, the earth displayed
a texture like the furrows in his face.
A summer gone, and gone were lust,
impatience from a young boy's mind.
I brought him food and water,
and urged him to seek shelter and relief
as I acknowledged his composure,
his steadfastness, his strength.
Categories:
concision, nature,
Form: Verse
Sedge grass, unwanted there,
it terrorized my uncle's garden,
blemishing the neatly ordered rows
of cauliflower and cabbage,
tomatoes, beans and beets.
He would till from dawn to dusk,
his angled back at odds with the
concision of his spade;
his way of giving thanks,
the Yorkshire Dales his place of worship.
The ordinariness of standing water
puddled, reflecting sweat and struggle.
Freshly turned, the earth displayed
a texture like the furrows in his face.
A summer gone, and gone were lust,
impatience from a young boy's mind.
I brought him food and water,
and urged him to seek shelter and relief
as I acknowledged his composure,
his steadfastness, his strength.
Categories:
concision, inspirational, nature,
Form: Verse
Dutch upbringing, melancholic
Suffered love’s rejection throes
On the verge of deep frustration
Fought the waves of mental woes.
Painted orchards, blossoms, landscapes
Where sunflowers reigned supreme
Bold the colours and rough beauty
A post-impressionist dream.
Vivid rushes of emotion
With concision, grace, displayed
The dramatic, the spiritual
Vibrant strokes on canvas laid.
Life aborted, sad conclusion
Was it peace or hand of shame?
Only then he was acknowledged
To immortal heights of fame.
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19th April 2014
Contest: Your Favorite Artist
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Placing: 6th
Categories:
concision, art, beauty, color,
Form: Rhyme
Sedge grass, unwanted there,
it terrorized my uncle's garden,
blemishing the neatly ordered rows
of cauliflower and cabbage,
tomatoes, beans and beets.
He would till from dawn to dusk,
his angled back at odds with the
concision of his spade;
his way of giving thanks,
the Yorkshire Dales his place of worship.
The ordinariness of standing water
puddled, reflecting sweat and struggle.
Freshly turned, the earth displayed
a texture like the furrows in his face.
A summer gone, and gone were lust,
impatience from a young boy's mind.
I brought him food and water,
and urged him to seek shelter and relief;
my way of giving thanks for his composure,
his steadfastness, his strength.
Categories:
concision, devotion, giving,
Form: Verse
A sage with wisdom so erudite
Muse filtering hope, shedding light
Mentor whose keen insight doth shape, mold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Twining cultures with his harmonious pen
Idioms, aphorisms from his native kin
With adopted truisms, symbols doth fold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Verses sculpted with cunning concision
Accents, rhymes spliced with stunning precision
Crafty metaphors, metonymies freely doled
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Categories:
concision, dedicationwords,
Form: Kyrielle
I’ve got the cleanest heart
Like a pebble washed by the waves.
You can pick me and put me
On the scale of yah and nah
And measure my virtues and vices.
I wake up each day with a different body
from the one I went to bed with.
I read today’s weather in the leaves
Of the trees seen from my window.
I want a female –human being
who’ll discover my corporate body
In four cage-coloured walls where
Love would enter on blind wings
And who’ll love me and leave me
With equally tranquil concision.
I love to be alone in this sterile prison.
I know marriage is a serious matter
But advice about it can be humourous.
I am a good bachelor with unusual needs
And they are greater than a married man.
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The poem was posted on 7/30/2005
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Dr.Ram Mehta
Tenth Place win in:
Contest: Any funny poem sponsored by the Destroyer Poet
Categories:
concision, funny, love, me,
Form: Free verse