Exactly who is strongest?
As above, so below.
Which, pray tell, did the gods best?
Spring, sprig mistletoe...
'Under heaven' read the sign.
Only one could tell!
Fancifully or by design?
Witches, cast thy spell!
Roundabout the ruddy run?
Has twilight begun?
Forlorn yet still having fun?
Midnight before one!
Warlord of the ages?
O conquerors, take heed:
Serene, are ye, sages?
Draw bead, O my greed!
Plead? To who? Doth ye bleed blue?
Hope, need ye accrue?
O for hearts a-torn in two!
Mistakes, need we rue?
Crew of skeletons at work?
How then best to shirk?
Daring devils, draw thy dirk!
Who's the master, jerk?
Psychology, operate!
Target, O my hate!
Grown up, ghast, upon the great?
Limestone, set thy date!
Fate, thy fortune. Soaked like wood.
Down the sea-cliff fall.
Concepts like the idea 'good'!
Brood of big and small!
Should? O for us, to the last!
Hanged from every mast!
Alabaster, set in plast!
Machine, get first fast...
Categories:
fancifully, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.
His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim
and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged
unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech.
What catches my wandering eye
is that one of those ruined effigies
is a fair facsimile of myself.
He (a god/king of some minor something),
looks mildly disgusted, as if
a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My world-weary face reflects perfectly
his sour mien.
At last, I am processed meekly
back onto the tour bus, where predictably,
my fellow passengers are already
peering forward into a new fancifully imagined past
from an equally fanciful present.
Categories:
fancifully, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Submission leads to sustenance?
In what world is this?
Death, dynamite, dominance!
Blowing Doom a kiss!
High cliff force in summer late?
Staggers in the gait.
O ye gods above, strife? Sate.
Too much on thy plate...
Drums played by the war gods?
Poets, by Fate required.
Nuclear my temper-rods!
Mercenaries hired!
Tyrant of tomorrow, time!
Knee deep in the slime!
Sullen silence slight sublime!
Wind, blow well each chime...
Mime, form well thy boxes.
Prisoner, poison pen.
Where the golden phlox is?
O dragon, from thy den!
Then again, old vampire:
Is succor still a curse?
Pinnacle, apex and spire!
Son, you could do worse!
Versed in rite and ritual?
Flickering fine and free?
Sing within me, brazen bull!
Fire fancifully...
Categories:
fancifully, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.
His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim
and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged
unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech.
What catches my wandering eye is that this one ruined effigy
is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a god/king
of some minor something), looks mildly disgusted, as if
a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My world-weary face reflects perfectly that sour mien.
At last I am processed meekly back onto the tour bus,
where predictably, my fellow passengers are already
peering forward into a new fancifully imagined past
from an equally fanciful present.
Categories:
fancifully, poetry,
Form: Free verse
FACINATION
a certain awe
a kind
of reverence
illustrated
mediated
fancifully
conceived
an executed
fantasy
through
a
virtual
film
immersed
in trepidation
a vast moodscape
iof seriousness
&severity
both immediate
& passionate
driven
images
the seed
of inspiration
unforgettable
the
transgressive
&shattered
mythic tropes
manipulated
about nature
&purpose
art so
invigorating
Categories:
fancifully, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.
His anecdotal spiel is by rote,
his shtick fact-slim and slick,
but it’s also my current gestalt
as I am dragged unwillingly
along by his ‘cliff-notes’ speech.
One ruined effigy catches my eye
Its a fair facsimile of myself.
He (a god/king of some minor something),
looks mildly disgusted,
as if a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My bored skeptical face
reflects perfectly that sour mien of his.
At last I am processed meekly back onto the tour bus,
where predictably,
my fellow passengers are already peering forward
into a new fancifully imagined future and past
an unrecorded ersatz history
and ad libitum supposition,
which is hard to take.
for I and that crumbling king
are not anyone’s theory.
Categories:
fancifully, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hopelessly romantically lovesick.
Love you but is it really true?
Can I pull through,
Or am I only being melodramatic.
Hopelessly romantically daydreaming,
Love you but will it ever be true?
Can I pull through,
Or am I only far too hoping?
Hopelessly romantically lovesick.
Love you but will it always be true?
Can I pull through,
Or am I only fancifully in love with you?
Categories:
fancifully, crush, longing, love, romance,
Form: Free verse
All Things Can Tempt Me
All things can tempt me, albeit, rapture,
Quill be as ready, for the next chapter,
Favor the poets who savor the art,
Eloquent locutions sweetly impart,
Unlike some poets too busy with swords,
Fancifully toss their well-chosen words,
Nay, let e'er a woman's face be as worse,
That it dulls the edges of a poet's verse,
But yea e'er it naught steal a poets words,
Let beauty soar on the wings of the birds.
2020 February 18
*2nd Place*
All Things Can Tempt Me
~~Beth Evans
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT U,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Rhyme Scheme;
aa, bb, cc, dd, ee.
Howmanysyllables;
10 lines x 10 syllables per = 100 syllables total
Categories:
fancifully, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
the bird
yeah, the unusual bird
comes and goes
frequently
yet unseen, unknown
o the unstable heart
still you are in lack of knowledge
still your cage of the bird in delusion
the mirage, the infatuation
wraps you fancifully
that’s why the bird
still comes and goes frequently
though unseen-unknown absolutely
-27/10/19 CTG, BD
Categories:
fancifully, faith, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Those are little angelic whispers of light.
So far away that we can only see them at night.
They help the mariners steer their ships through the sea.
Mottled against the sky, they are of great beauty.
How many stories describe them so fancifully?
Like candle lights, they have shown throughout history.
Throughout the heavens, there are many a star.
Just reminders of how little we earthlings are.
Robert Pettit
for Gail Angel Doyle's "Whispers of Light" contest
February 11, 2014
Categories:
fancifully, stars,
Form: Rhyme
Whilst landward We strive for the unobtainable peace
On the oceans reigns the universal cannibalism of the sea
Quite like the quest by Captain Ahab for Moby Dick seemed fancifully lofty
so are the images of the killing of Libya,s Colonel Khadafy
be wary of overzealous military in pursuit of hegemony
"I,d strike the sun if it insulted me" is not a coherent Foreign Policy
We have survived fascism, the Holocaust, the threat of nuclear annihilation and terrorism with moral distinction
The more we foster hate
traipse foreign plains with a cowboys gait
the faster it will lead to our extinction
Categories:
fancifully, angst, history, peace, people,
Form: I do not know?
Love in Cyberspace
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
It's easy to fall in love in cyberspace.
Keeping hearts there, faults exist without care.
And dream's every fantasy finds its place.
Thought's sanctuary, deepest secrets lie bare.
While hope engulfs the imagination's light,
Intrigue invites danger, raw emotions glare.
Fancifully cavorting, insight's delight,
Upon a cloud beneath the moon, two souls roam.
Sparkling eyes embrace romance in flight.
Lust becomes finely tuned; billowy words foam.
From oceans of bitter pasts, waves bathe the mind.
Life's rapid reality begins to roam.
Years, fears, and struggles long spent, wearisome, find.
Faithful love, life's true gift, preserves worthiness.
Wisdom's frolic is cyber-love. Real love binds.
Sorry I fogot the Format.
ã Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
August 31, 2009
Categories:
fancifully, lovelove,
Form: I do not know?