The Governor's name was Bob Neville
Who was known as a civic devil
But through deified greed
Never did a good deed
I don't think he was on the level
Categories:
deified, political,
Form: Limerick
Written: May 13, 2024 For: Palindrome Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsor: Joseph May
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At noon, the civic-level racecar,
was deified by the crowd from afar
but a kayak deed,
made the crowd did heed,
as they monitor a rotator star!
the nun with bird rib in her hand,
At noon she worries of grim land
But the tenet she knew
Was always to bib true,
And refer to the drab as grand!
Categories:
deified, car, humor,
Form: Limerick
There once was a witty "tot", Tim,
His "radar" detected all the slim.
With "level" of glee,
He'd "deified" spree,
"Level" elated, Thats Tim's whim!
Categories:
deified, humor,
Form: Limerick
The lady was quite civic minded,
as a nun she always presided
midnight to noon on the harp
until her old dog did bark
Mum I fear your tune is one-sided!
The dog said must I refer you to this,
the deed you long ago signed with a kiss
and a pip on the head,
a tenet until dead,
my howls deified along with your riffs.
Categories:
deified, humor,
Form: Limerick
EVE DAMNED EDEN, MAD EVE
Madam, I’m Adam, to which Eve then replied
You’re just a mere man, not to be deified
I am not born from any bird rib
Evil, a sin, is alive - no fib
Ignore dogma: I am God, the serpent lied
God, so angry with Adam and Eve, felt raw
Said, No, it is opposition to my law
Eve’s face got redder and she knew why
The sagas will say I did, did I?
Live not on evil, it’s a tenet for sure
Categories:
deified, abuse, integrity,
Form: Limerick
when with God will ride
He made me feel great inside
would do with much pride
God we deified
always on Him we relied
together with abide
when out I have cried
love my each friend and food fried
told truth and not lied
James Horn Haiku Horn
Categories:
deified, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Who are the countrified?
The too-soon petrified
Who wooden gods deified,
With them identified;
Their ways not modified…
I see The Countrified
In “Norms can’t be defied!”
Who had gin edified,
With kernels satisfied…
Their cherished game slapstick,
After meals fingers lick:
Those who meet the sodden,
When much damp the wooden;
Dew-soaked their monthly shoes,
For which the police ask ‘‘Whose?”
On “Who are countrified”
Please, in me you confide…
Categories:
deified, africa, god, people, places,
Form: Rhyme
My love, we've been hitched for forty years now,
Such as auld lumber that is best to burn,
What other rapture might my heart allow?
What could be too deified than this churn?
Let's fashion a taste banter and brainstorm,
In poem, praise exulting love and joy,
Respect the strength of the bond in key form,
With pleasure, we'll seal the deal with the ploy.
If I were a known poet or writer,
I wish to consider swans and heaven,
My mind is no more a spark or lighter,
We lack the grace to speak with smooth leaven.
Although my love, who needs motivation?
You were put in plight by love elation.
Written: September 18, 2022
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Categories:
deified, analogy, appreciation, birthday, care,
Form: Sonnet
A world of hurting
loud voices blurting
truth often denied
humans deified
stresses abounding.
Fake news astounds
rumors make rounds
hard to conceive
who to believe?
Damnation,
frustration
what to do?
Stay cool
No fool!
Hope
Categories:
deified, america, angst, anxiety, conflict,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Against wild dogma and feathery wit,
Shall your sound idioms and wisdom
Outshine fickle folios of mortal sages;
Proving verity in its irrepressible form.
Your arresting dictums shall outshine
Obtuse hallowed tomes devoid of life,
Which erudition’s minions kissing die;
Sepulchered beneath self-spun strife.
Each revivifying line a failsafe dose,
Curing the unquestioning pupil soul;
Which heeding its fathomless force,
Glowing dims deified sky-high stars.
Those fibs-shaming adages of yore
Shall diffuse war’s menacing nukes,
Neutering gory ciphers spelling awe;
Turning brawls into inviolable peace.
Categories:
deified, allegory, allusion, destiny, devotion,
Form: Didactic
to live is to be always attentive
to be inside yourself to live
unlock the doors of the doors
when being outside of yourself matters.
Perceive the sky above us
to land on the dove of peace
in dreams to be able to communicate
in vivid daydreams revive.
To live then is to follow sans fear
and meet in verse and rhyme
touch the thread of mystery with love
and with poetry to find answers...
Escape from the night dive
bloom in the morning of the day
unlock the fate bequeathed to the world
desert yourself from pain and gain dawn.
introject of light and ideas
to harvest all pure deified
equal guiding stars of the universe
pointing out routes and novel paths... !
Categories:
deified, adventure, allegory, allusion, imagery,
Form: Free verse
WILDE had a mirror
that mocked the ugliness and
deified the beauty...
Whitman had the pure
mirror of the waters with
that exalted naturalness
of the human...
Rousseau hid
in the hidden mirror of
caves of the soul, to
understand the world...
DALI everyone refuted with
mirror design
the absurd...
Sappho was mirrored in the
lust and in the wealth of the
sensory pleasure...
Wallada had the mirror
of love, so free
as existential....
me poor apprentice
of poet, I only do
and did attempted to decipher so much
beauty in so many shades... !
Categories:
deified, allegory, allusion, appreciation, extended
Form: Prose Poetry
"Behold, I come quickly." Book of Revelation
I'm a fugitive within
eluding essence
easily beheld by
intangible tangent --- contagion terrorized.
The body that is so dignified, if not deified,
how can it house so violent a guest that
dwells in hell's exactitude?
In transient body fragile flesh
serves god's amplitude.
Silver inlets of faith revoke
solitude -- in god's company one is never alone -- for
another day's vast vicissitude, lingering currents of faith
slip into night's safe haven past
the tumultuous velocity acquiring fluency with
god's fiat of investiture -- in hope.
Categories:
deified, analogy, angel,
Form: Ballad
What I Said Would Have Lied
With what I said would have lied,
Saying Trump is actually qualified;
Good grief,
Beyond belief,
And did think he has been deified.
Jim Horn
Categories:
deified, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
THE ETERNAL SLEEP
On the meandering course laid on the landscape of life,
journey began with promise to reach the vale of flower.
The voyager chasing remote butterflies in dreaming air
flew elated on the feathered wings of ecstasy awhile.
On the uphill path at the edge of hazy horizon obscure,
tired of futile pursuits I don’t know what lies far beyond.
The dying rays of the departing sun I see in twilight hours,
in my hollow sky a weary bird is keen to fly to its final nest.
The fading stars appear behind the falling curtain of night,
and crossing the clumps of gloomy cloud covering the moon
their distant shimmer descends as the last glimmer of dust.
On the frayed fringe moonbeam dances the dance of death.
The rhythm of this celestial symphony is now rippling in me
as I wait for the final call from the owner of abode of bliss,
where tormented soul will rest in depth of deathless silence
and on the deified lap of death I’ll sleep my eternal sleep.
March 3, 2019
Categories:
deified, analogy, death, imagery,
Form: Free verse
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