I am N8LM a protocol droid,
an oil bath is good when I’m annoyed;
Perilous journeys leave me so annoyed,
I prefer trips that are less than a parsec;
It’s better to travel less than a parsec,
if you get caught it is all your fault;
How rude to blame me if it’s your fault
I told you unequivocally of the odds!
Seven hundred and twenty to one odds,
you heard me in NONE of my dialects;
Fluent in over six million dialects,
I will aid you however you see fit;
I translate language so it will fit,
I am N8LM a protocol droid.
Colors drop, intermingle, and pop;
A waterfall of prismatic raindrops;
A downpour of prismatic raindrops
bring focus to a filmy mosaic;
See clearly a complicated mosaic
brushed with Earth’s salty tears;
Highlighting spectacular tears,
zig zags paint an umbrella’s design;
Crestfallen streaks an umbrella design
adding a flare of desolation and style;
Thunder loudly echos it’s own style,
bold reminder to always amplify;
Tempestuous storm fades just to amplify;
Colors drop, intermingle, and pop.
Witch cousins crammed into the tiny duplex.
Packed in so tightly, that no one could flex.
Warlocks were mad now, couldn’t work on their pecs.
Party spilled over onto noisy neighbor’s upper deck.
Neighbor strained to take pix, injuring her neck.
Gawkers I cars had a horrible three-pile-wreck.
Landlord made witch cousins write him a big check.
They painted his car with psychedelic paint fleck.
She thought
"ugly"
was her
first name
the girls
hated
her guts
the boys
would tease
her too
Then one
summer
she bloomed
into
a rose,
the boys
desired
her touch
the girls
hated
her more
she walks
with grace.
Ethics May Wait
I then
Knew not
That the
Dry earth
Looked for
Some dew
From you
In her
Void sky
Please go
Fill her
Window
Make her
Drum beats
Quicker
Churn her
All ice
For the
Fond rise
Of the
Tense cloud
To burst
In rains
On hills
And plains
She has
Cancer
Will not
Linger
More than
Two months
“You say
Like this
What of
Ethics?”
Giving
Pleasure
To a
poor soul
Near death
What else
Can be
Greater?
_______________________
8/12/2016
Duplex: 2 Syllables per line
Checked with:
www.howmanysyllables.com
Blue skies,
Sunny
Zion
Morning.
At two-
Twenty,
Weather
Warning:
Flash flood
Danger!
All the
Canyons
Closed to
Travel.
Hikers
Deep in
Keyhole
Canyon
Are now
Out of
Cell range.
Water
Rises
Swiftly,
Swirling,
Whirling
Tree logs,
As rain
Lashes,
Flash flood
Crashes,
Smashes
Through the
Narrows.
Seven
Bodies.
December 8, 2016
For contest: Duplex
Sponsored by Jan Allison
In memory of the hikers who perished in Keyhole Canyon in Zion National Park, 2015.
HIDDEN DISTRESS
The lab
results
were out
CANCER
A dark
shadow
covered
her heart.
Every
step was
painful.
Tears filled
her eyes
that day,
but she
would not
let them
fall down.
She would
never
let the
world see
her cry.
She was
a strong
woman.
She had
to be.
For the
sake of
her dear
husband
and her
cute li'l
children.
None knew
her pain.
She was
cheerful
even
through her
hidden
distress.
The joy
of the
Lord was
her strength,
till her
very
last breath.
-------------------------
08.12.16
Not Me
Some mourned
His death
Today -
Not me
Someone
Killed him
They say -
Not me
He stole
My wife
And laughed -
Not me
I fear
Prison
That's why
Not me
His death
Improved
This Earth
Say I
He'll rot
in Hell
Godspeed -
Not me
12-7-16
For contest Duplex
Duplex
Dead End
I loved
each day
the sun
shone on
this world.
I was
the one
that you
chose for
your girl.
I wore
your ring
upon
a string
of gold
around
my neck.
Nosegay
roses
pressed in
pages
keepsakes
young girls
collect.
Until
one day
you asked
if you
could take
out my
best friend.
So, with
these words
my love
for you
came to
a quick
dead end.
12/7/16
Duplex
Jan Allison
Christmas
Every
Christmas,
our close
kinfolk
arrive.
We share
our love,
great gifts,
good food.
Round the
table,
we all
hold hands
and pray;
give thanks
and praise
that now
one more
Christmas
was shared
jointly
with love.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Duplex
Sponsor: Jan Allison
Judged: 12/10/2016
An Honest Man
Christmas
Eve and
he is
rushing
home with
gifts for
his wife
in bad
traffic.
He texts
“Dying
to get
home.” Then
nothing.
His wife,
not far
away,
and some
minutes
later,
can hear
sirens.
He was
always
true to
his word.
For Jan's Duplex Form Contest: 2 syllables per line
Alone
Couple
A crowd
Seasons
One hand
Sextet
Sin count
Octave
Cat lives
Two hands
Sports team
Dozen
Bad luck
Fortnight
XV
Grown up
Haiku
Golf holes
'nam age
One score
(7th December 2016 - entry to "duplex" contest)
Note: The 'nam reference was a bit obscure. There was a song in the eighties by Paul Hardcastle called "19" referring to the average age of a US soldier in Vietnam.
THE PATRIOT
With pride
Lonesome
Lady
Reached out
Moist eyes
Spoke out
Her love
Boundless
Selfless
Poured out
Applause
Broke out
Clutching
Award
In hand
For son
Martyred
Battling
For his
Homeland
Date 6Dec2016
Duplex contest
red of wrath
dusk jams
the light,
her teeth
gnashing
from wrath
pierced by
deceit...
rage bangs
on walls;
cut-glass
slitting
inside
vile mouth
lashed with
falsehood—
his lies
about
lust’s tryst
masked, hushed...
she pants,
tongue’s fire
explodes
just like
boiled veins
curdling
until,
raw flash
growls on,
“YOU SCUM—
wolf for
harlots!"
torn wife
bleeds red.
~
Duplex Contest
For Jan Allison
11.08.2016
UNTIL FOREVER
Oh, d e a t h
sad end-
with DEEP
sorrow
I weep.
My tears
endless-
F A L L I N G
always
farewell.
My LOVE-
mom, dad,
grandma
sister
b a b y .
R e p o s e
in peace
U N T I L
I come
to you.
_________________
December 7, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Duplex
Copyright Protected, ID 16-855-941-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Depth
sponsor, Jan Allison
First Place
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