Clerihew Jonson
Ben Jonson a bricklayer by trade
poetics then came to his aid
He loved the epigrammatic quatrain
as they did not need to tax his brain
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Categories:
epigrammatic, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
Birthday Wishes
YOU ARE A STAR, SHINING AND TWINKLING IN OUR LIVES.
YOUR BIRTH AND PRESENCE IS OUR DELIGHT.
NO GIFT CAN EVER EXPRESS THE VALUE YOU HOLD IN OUR LIVES.
OUR PRAYERS AND WISHES WOULD SURELY CONTRIBUTE TO YOUR SUCCESS AND RISE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Bestowing Wishes,
Be Blessed With;
Achievements Myriad,
Accolades and Encomium,
Burgeoning wings,
Compassionate Benevolence,
Epigrammatic Wittiness,
Good Luck Galore,
Gracious Empathy,
Holidays Flamboyant,
Infallible Wisdom,
Indomitable Will,
Marked Contentment,
Memories Worth Savouring Rerun,
Prodigious Strength,
Pure Love,
Remarkable Resilience,
Scrupulous Focus,
Spirit Unshaken,
Tremendous Success,
Untrammelled Disposition,
Vivid Personality,
Youthful Exuberance,
Zealous Smile.
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Categories:
epigrammatic, birthday,
Form: I do not know?
Like An Aborted Fetus
…LIKE AN ABORTED FETUS
We had something so strong that she loosened herself,
And so many oaths binding us like a twine,
I said “You’re more valuable than gold”
She believed my words like the Marxist dogma,
At once epigrammatic and arresting.
It stood like a sacred and indissoluble covenant,
But she watched me walk away during a rainy season,
Because she made me her private lover,
Then she squeezed hopefully her diamond pendant and prayed,
Yet the truth never came back, I was gone forever.
The fears and pains in her eyes,
The soul full of sorrow and agony,
Tears constantly cried and hope lost,
Resulting from betrayals and stabbed wounds,
All killed a limpidity, peaceful and lucidity of her life.
Today, the traces of the sunshine was erased,
She got broken and dampened to nonentity,
With a burning sense of ignominy and horror,
Alas, I was totally wrong,
Leaving her heart to bleed like an aborted fetus.
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Categories:
epigrammatic, 10th grade, anxiety, depression,
Form: Free verse
If I-I Will
If I-I will
If I poke myself in the eye, with a needle-I'm blind
If I hold not my breath under water I'll drown
If I cut myself with a knife I will bleed
If I feel and acknowledge the pangs I receive I will cry
Pithy
Aphoristic, compact, epigrammatic, epigrammatical
More important If I don't repeat nor acknowledge--
Jesus as my Lord and Savior
keeping in my SINS I will be Dead?
If I I will?
Pithy!!
1/30/19
Pithy Pants Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
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Categories:
epigrammatic, allusion, anxiety, character, depression,
Form: Free verse
Epigrammatic In Form
re-post inspired by Constance contest
a time to sing
Time to let praises ring
a time to say
Time to pray
a time to rest
Time to pursue our quest
a time to act
Time to turn back
a time to write
lines to excite
a time to create
it's never too late
A vision From Ecclesiates 3:2
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Categories:
epigrammatic, time,
Form: Epigram
Mother's Little Killers
MOTHER’S LITTLE KILLERS
She hates them, the unguent power
Which sticks her fairy wings together
Making impossible the ivory tower
Of disinterested passion, the if and whether
Of generic names, the ultimate aloneness.
The honest answer is to unstick
The loathsome epithets accompanying the mess
Let her soul free with a lexographic brick
As she goes on her desert train to limbo -
Grant her freedom to ride into the dusk
Without turning her into a soulless bimbo,
Pills shedding the epigrammatic husk,
Cavorting in the lunar satellite,
A spaced monkey too drugged to fight
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Categories:
epigrammatic, addiction, depression, mother, drug,
Form: Sonnet
Master Valluvan, the Long-Misunderstood Tamil Mentor - Part Four
Part Four
and you might never have thought
the mighty today are like those trodden poor of your day
who
at least were shackled to ignorance by force
by godly fear
a racially discriminating Overlord
now the privileged in blindness give you lip-service
and a lot of money
hoping by this gesture to earn your merit
not earn YOU merit
and the society’s accolade
You remain abused still
by the vain undistinguishing crowd
who upon the mention of your name
rise to feel proud
of what then
than
in their shored-up selves
of belonging within
the self-same pigment and tongue
None of your real worth passes into them
Nor the reason for your epigrammatic lines
Pray
Should I then beg forgiveness for this affront
(Continued in Part Five)
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Categories:
epigrammatic, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse
Watching Over You
for my children
What is life but a rite of passage, an epigrammatic trial,
A transient state, a walk through the trees,
A stroll for a crooked mile.
When it seems at last to be ended, finished, over and done,
Such finality just an illusion
For eternity has begun.
Oh, I know you dwell on the nature of grief, the savagery of pain,
And that tears may flow without end,
And sadness will ever remain.
But just like the source of the oceans, emotions or life-giving air,
The fact that you cannot see these things
Does not mean they are not there.
And I will always be here, in your blood and soul and mind,
I am part and parcel of all that you are,
Just seek and you will find.
My love for you, my pride in you, lives forever and a day,
No death can diminish such potency,
Nor bury it's meaning away.
Reach out to me and feel for me and always know my name,
For I will burn with a guiding light,
An everlasting flame.
As years will pass I shall remain a part of all you do,
Wherever you are, wherever you go,
Always watching over you.
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Categories:
epigrammatic, daughter, death, father, life,
Form: Verse