Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Margarita Lillico
It's Halloween night for these three oddballs
Spooks the masks, costumes, candies, norms, and dolls
Three little boys on the prowl
That looks displaced, strange, and foul
Their sights were on scaring with their eyeballs
Her lingerie strap slipped down on catwalk
Men by the ramp waited for eyeful luck
Close to chest she clutched the dress
Her lewd smile didn’t show distress
Unblinking men found their raised thumps to suck.
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June 1, 2022
Syllable count : 10/10/7//7/10 (HMS)
Contest : A Funny Limerick-Any Theme
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
Our vicar was describing Hell
When it suddenly rung a bell
I dreamed that in Paris
I climbed up a Ferris
Then on to the Tower I fell .....
broken heart floats on
hidden stream of eyeful tears…
dreams turn twilight blur
June 2, 2019
Syllable count 5/7/5
checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Writing Challenge 5, May 2019, Senryu
Sponsor : Dear Heart
What a world this is becoming
so much to concern any old soul
dangers abound wherever you turn
where are the good times let 'em roll
Is there anybody willing to stand strong?
even just one to give an open eye
of course in exchange for the other
but without one, you might die
What can one see without an eye?
all is a blur held in darkness
imagine everyone in such a state
like a room painted in blackness
The consequences of a whole world
that's left behind with no sign of light
searching in all the wrong places
indeed what an awful plight
We all will leave this world
one day at a time all unknown
both our eyes will close at last
these worlds point to endless zone
With stretched brows, while sitting in a corner
I look up from my specs just out of love.
As she lays food on table and stoops lower
Snipes me from grace of her body thereof.
With eyes on her I come there as if drugged
Feeling tickling smell of the hot soup.
Now she puts a sheaf of flowers in a jug
And pours in water pressing it in group.
I see how the necks and cups get entwined
With the curls of her hair and points of crest.
See how at each stalk her waist curves defined
Budding, abloom in the shape of her breasts.
Soup and food lay cold and my body warm
As she swirls and whirls her skirt like a storm.
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December 15, 2014
Form: Sonnet (Pentameter)
First Place win
Best of 2014 by Carol Eastman
Eyes can show so much emotion
Like a heart filled with devotion
Shining like stars in the night
Glowing oh so big and bright
Hatred can really be seen
In dark eyes so big and mean
Glaring at you with disdain
Causing you heartache and pain
Sorrow is another way
Eyes tell a story every day
When tears fill up and make them moist
Your sadness shows-- you have no choice
Happiness is seen for miles
Eyes start dancing with big smiles
Showing everyone you meet
The joyfulness in your heart beat
Envy can not be disguised
Its like green daggers in your eyes
That's aiming for somebody who
You think broke your heart in two
Eyes are windows to the soul
Colorful or black as coal
Depending on what mood your in
Eyes tell stories time and again
eyeful afterthought
all wasted up
catch a glimpse of the bird's eye view
power of speech grant an audience
hidden message
moments of panic
in person short sighted
tongue-tied word for word
humanity is thus lost