I’d rather not rhyme
perhaps you’ve noticed
i mean, it happens sometimes
but it's something I’m not focused on.
in my opinion
rhyme is corrosive,
distracting, unattractive
and absolutely the grossest
Sure, Shakespeare may have rhymed
but are we sure he wasn’t AI?
I wasn’t at the globe
I wasn’t with him at home.
Were his royal plots fake news?
Maybe his ladies weren’t all shrews,
- did Trinculo actually lick a shoe?
I don’t know, but let’s not crown rhyme
in all our designs, as desirable all the time.
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A song for this:
IDGAF by Dua Lipa [E]
Change My Mind by The Motels
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
Graceful
classy stanzas,
a theme with good posture.
She’s a fresh Capricorn poet.
Walking
with a metaphor on her head,
stubborn refrains echo.
Building ageless
designs.
DESIGNS
flowing
exploring
impressions
intimations
singlehanded
but
lovingly
&tenacious
in
patterned
contrasts
in
careful
topography
graceful
&vital
reflections
in delinations
with
sensitive
&
divine
variations
Creativity, a style
The gorgeous fashion
Jeans with heels
A Hat to match
Eye-catching
The designer purse
Sunglasses with diamonds.
White buttoned-up blouse
Belt fashioned and designed
Name brand red bottom shoes
The latest news
Jewelry is with many karats
A watch that lasts.
Shopping in many expensive stores
Handbags full of items
Carried by their assistant
As they arrive at their destination.
Communication, accommodation
Many organizations
A Philanthropist
Handed down by generations
With appreciation
Luxurious transportation.
Fashions and Designs
Fine art
Fancy dishes
Very delicious.
Designs are one of a kind
Hand made
Measurable time
Silk, creative
Fashions and Designs.
Edina, the erratic, eccentric giraffe woman had parties galore.
Decorating her living room with finds from Kenya and more.
Her travels had brought amazing things into her upside down life.
She had kicked out six husbands, glad to now not be a wife.
I talked my husband into accompanying me to her party Tuesday.
She was blasting seventies music, her cook had just now run away.
My husband put on an apron and began to improvise the cooking.
I was askance to see where Edina’s hot eyes were now looking.
Where did you get him? She asked me. He is quite the catch!
I threw him a baseball, and told him to go outside and play fetch.
He is good with animals too! She said, complimenting me on my man.
I got him away from there quickly, as only an experienced wife can.
I posted another short story (pieces in this poetry section have to be brief).
I'm just a wordie-birdie, I suppose *shrug*
It's called "Old designs." About a dinner kicking off the 2022-23 university year.
here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/old_designs_10681
who designs daisies
who chose white as their color
was it god then
who designs roses
who created their hybrids
was it gardeners then
who thought manure
who knew flowers would love it
must have been farmers
Greeness can be creative
Shrubs can be cut into different shapes
Animals, umbrellas and furnitures
Vehicles can be creative
With different designs and shapes
Fruits can be creative
Can be cut into different characters
Flowers and birds for decorations
It is a marvelous creation of man
For the beauty of arts and their followers
Attractive characteristic designs
All out to change your images
Leaving two holes for your eyes only
Displaying
Your feelings and emotions if any
Leaving two holes for your eyes only
Peeping
Playing hide and seek
Leaving two holes for your eyes only
Searching
Birds of the same feathers flock together
Leaving two holes for your eyes only
Distinguishing
Amidst the group
Friends or enemies
But don't be inquisitive and mischievous
God can see you anytime
With or without mask
She cleans the floor outside entrance door,
takes some rice powder in hand
deftly moving her hands
creates patterns on ground.
Circles,squares many geometrical designs
without any instruments...
Sometimes even a scenery!
Intricate designs easily created,
her skills are praiseworthy.
At times she puts dots on the ground
joins them with hands for perfection
On festivals she fills her designs with powders of different colours
Or with flowers
that takes lot of time
but she has tons of patience...
It is a pleasure to watch her work!
Check out this link to watch her at work:-
https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo/india-woman-making-rangoli-festival.html
Note : Rangoli also called kolam in South India is a tradition where women draw beautiful designs on the entrance of house every morning to welcome God inside. Big elaborate Rangoli can be seen on occasions like weddings, festivals and temples. Divine love for God pours forth as a woman draws them.
A hint, a sign
Moves and aligns
A touch, a word
Glimpse ideas heard
A thrill, a play
Feel windy way
A scene, a link
Squeeze of sure think
A style, a mode
Note sacred code
A face, a smile
Love ushers style
A dream, a thought
Hope fashions lot
A tale, a dance
Sense vibrant chance
A way, a road
Watch passion load
A space, a time
Cite journal rhymes
A thought, a sigh
Craft ample highs
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2017
Singapore
Pine needles were left in designs of waves on the sand
Where the wind like a paint brush, left them on the ground
I walk by this painting, created perfectly by nature
A wisp of soft waves displayed, almost alluring
As I stare, my mind drifts with the waves and I see
Things that touch my heart like the tip of a pine needle
Softly touching me, painting a delicate message
--- Everything is Okay ---
Heidi Sands
7/7/17
Placed 1st in the Late FEB 2019 Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Brian Strand
Beyond the curtain, lies a prayer,
That you might come upon another way.
To find the heart with which to dare,
To stow your restlessness away.
For all the truth that you may speak,
For all your willingness to take the blame.
It doesn't help admitting you are weak,
When you are weak enough to stay the same.
Someday the storm around you will subside,
And all your shadows will be lit anew.
But you can't fill the nothingness inside,
With loving that you never knew.
So, pull the curtain, and reveal the lie,
Your actions silent, as your words take steer.
You were never meant to find out why,
Yet you still question why you're here.
The morning fails to show the signs,
That night will not be spent in vain.
You' re sick of these elaborate designs,
But they are the only that remain.
Designs on a Body
As one weaves wonderful patterns and design
All of my body of work could be quite mine
Eventually, all will be gallantly copyrighted
With much more complexity, I'd be surely delighted.
I'll write for all to find no endless hurt and pain
Your renderings of the world would surely see,
For you may be snoring on your couch as your lane
Those fine, imprints you've left plenty there on me.
My story starts from the top to bottom's been told
Man, you're a kind man as was your father the wizard
He laid many illustrious vibrant bright forever bold
For nay, he never walked near a wild, unlike lizard.
Have you not seen that beauty is so skin deep
The eyes may reflect off a shiny mirror of your soul
While quite profound your words may pen per sleep
For I know that you had hid the irony of the mole.
Okay my dear man, I'm standing here quite proud
You may, or may not be my all domineering muse
For your body sometimes screams quite loud
I can honestly say that I truly love my new tattoos.
Written: Oct. 1, 2015
Theresa Marie
ELEMENTAL DESIGN
Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy
An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus
A universal age of prosperity
Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.
The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink
The edge, a precipice.
Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
Reality?
A holographic projection
Radioactive expansion
A gravitational trajectory
Inertia
Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.
The end.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14
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