EVERYTHING FORGOTTEN -:-
artistical
indissohible
unity
purposed
utopia
to WORK TOGETHER
modest
extreme
analogy
ingeniously
conceived
in EXISTENTIAL IMAGINGS
elicit
reality
remembered
synthetic
dreams
To frolic amongst the daisies and posies is to relish
in the sweet drink of victory over a despicable,
old, and much-sought-after foe.
It is a feeling akin to splashing cold basin water
upon the face after hard work—lips chapped
by sun, sweat, and the long, tired day crowded
amongst them.
Reclaim possession; bring it home.
Long has this expected arrival been awaited;
arrangements have been in accordance with plans
premade for preparations upon this date.
Man dares not tickle the fickle temper of these
sisters of fate. Complaints remain an undertone, and
resentment answers not to “Pardon” on and on again.
In their ever-glow elegance, brilliant
refractions sway off their decadent dress.
Jellyfish patience is slow, a romantic cadence.
Contracting movements make the sway
feel like a swarm in the warmth of the elicit impress.
SPECIFIC FUNCTIONS
elicit
actions
result
in
striking
discussions
place
&
astounding
stylized
sublime
motifs
spur
&
stimulate
inspired
lyrical
pleasure
with
distinctive
harmony
Normally people claim to like
New things. However, this is
Not always the case.
Neuropharmacologists have found that high levels of
Norepinephrine can alter minds to cause other
Neurotransmitters to direct thoughts along
Non-divergent paths so that the old is preferred and
Now reject any changes to environment.
Naturally people will take a
Noncommittal approach to all of this by denying all of this if asked
Negotiations will then take place to elicit the truth from these
Nonconformists who feel that anything said will be printed in the latest
Newsletter for Neurological Sciences which will make them appear to be
Neurotic
Neophytes. They may feel they have to inhale copious amounts of
Nitrous Oxide to regain their sense of
Normalcy. But this is being
Naïve.
No amount of a drug will allow them the
Novel lifestyle they so enjoy.
LEITMOTIFS-:-
mature
elevating
styled
sketchy
superficial
as CRITERIA OF THINKING
elicit
liberated
backlash
freeing
constraint
for POETICALLY CREATED
familiar
involuntary
notions
beyond
eccentricity
What’s left of the snow
Are some scattershot mounds,
The piles that from shovels
Stayed way out of bounds.
I spotted some toddlers,
In bright-colored boots,
Attempting to climb some,
With giggles and hoots.
What’s really a pity’s
That old city snow,
While pristine when falling
And perfect to throw,
Turns black from pollution
And leftover piles
Elicit annoyance
Where once there were smiles.
The melting has started
And, as it gets warm,
That blackness will vanish
And puddles will form.
Of course, we’ll remember,
In memory’s sight,
The mountains of early snow,
Magically white.
When I began the journey, fifty odd years ago
to become a parent
There were no books or journals then
to guide this experiment
It's mostly based on mentorship
each of us has gained
Often full of potholes
mistakes we have obtained
So when I look in hindsight
not having skills required
Had parenting been my full time job
I would surely have been fired
But life provides us
with a chance to make amends
To bless with love my children
and treat them as my friends
There is no doubt challenges
existing on the way
Some families face adversity
every single day
Sometimes it seems
that life is back to front
The wisdom that we need when young
arrives when ageing fills our wont
To be a grandparent prior to parenting
would elicit a necessary skill
To raise five children, share more prudence
to a loving life, which they can then fulfil
Written: October 26, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Crease-lined poetry conveys a liberated mind,
Your brain transforms chalk on slate into a canvas.
Reading wonderful poems may elicit vibrant imagery,
Recollection may reveal concealed and elusive secrets.
Our inspiration ignites flames with artistic doodling.
My words cannot repair the dire state of the earth
My words cannot elicit new life and rebirth
My words cannot amend the abuse we inflict each day
But my words can still have power anyway
They can echo through the depths of your mind
Leaving the secrets of rehabilitation behind
They can sow the seeds of hope and fear
Pleading the case for this fragile sphere
My words may not turn deserts green
Nor may they cleanse the air unseen
But my words can relay the urgency of our needed care
To begin healing our home that is certainly worse for wear
They can reverberate through the veins of my city
Inspiring change and stirring up pity
For the story untold of a debilitating soul
Whose miniscule parts don’t care about the whole
Our world cannot tell us what it needs so we must assist
Every day we don’t do our part is an opportunity missed
This poem might not save the world, but at least it's a start
We might not have the antidote but at least we can have a heart
Alphabet soup
Brain food
Carrying mood
Daring attitude
Elicit creativity
Fudge negativity
Garner expressions
Hold court
Imagination distorts
Jam uncontrollably
Keen lyrically
Love life
Minimize strife
Never assume
Onward march
Pastel arch
Quintessential reign
Rising star
Setting bar
Tactical quest
Universal goal
Vindicated soul
Whimsical voyage
Xeroxing lightning
Yearning heightening
Zenith procured
In a bit of a funk
I sat down and thunk
Of a means to elicit a smile,
‘Til the old thinking cap
Sent a flash that said, “Tap!”
Which I haven’t performed in a while.
So I dug out my shoes
And wood board that I use,
Found a video there on the screen,
Then I followed the steps
Which the teacher first preps
‘Til at last I could do the routine.
With the music at last,
Just a wee bit too fast,
I was able to tap out the dance
And it lifted my mood
Though my efforts, if viewed,
Would cause looks I’d describe as askance.
An Empty Page- Free Verse
Empty thoughts loiter in his mind
As new words he tries to find
But shackled by an absent muse
No words come forth for him to choose
His wizened face now wears a frown
And the cartridge of his ink has dried
He searches the silence for a clue
But it fails to elicit a response
His mordacious muse now prefers
To leave him without a horde of words
To trifle with him at this stage
And leave him with an empty page
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An Empty Page- Triolet
An empty page, a poet's woe
In panic mode as muse departs
The moon and stars have lost their glow
An empty page, a poet's woe
Thoughts come and go, no words to show
Just a line and a verse jumpstarts
An empty page, a poet's woe
In panic mode as muse departs
Not For Contest
..
A son embarks on
The worlds wanders
Triumphant in his dreams
Swallow’s unrelenting blunders
Mother hugs him
Father gripes
Our only child
In the war of stripes
Elicit drums beat
For his fight
Mother loves him
Father loses sight
Their only son
Shot down today
Mother cries
Her heart out
Father remembers his
Only child and shouts
God you know
I prayed for his life
Our only child
I and my wife
You let him die
And now he’s gone
Mother weeps
All days long
Fathers angry no
One to blame
Sad is war a
Ruthless game
AUDITISTA
verbal
music
insightful
declamations
aloud
voice
to
ear
heart
to mind
conscious
clarity
stirring
inspirations
evoked
in
aural
emotion
to
elicit
intensive
significance
said
aloud
A festive chill floats lovers' minds
Raindrops elicit an avalanche of loose lips
Locating each other meant the wind was kind
Gliding their souls out of an adhesive cement
Fading light glows timid eyes
Rain fluttering them in an alluring seductive shape
Their silhouettes were lost in a misty ruby haze
Feet entangled in the mosaic leaves
Love glides over sparkling tinted snow branches
Whispering sweet nothings in ears
Floating winter tears from the faint air
The hope of a notable dawn dancing upon hearts.
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