Planet in flux…it sucks
No refuge..Scrooge rules..
Stooges subterfuge deluge..
Fossil fuel fools..
Poleaxes..then relaxes…
As the earth burns..
As it turns..on its axis..
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Us schmucks battling....
Puzzling...prattling clucks...
Aloof to proof....daft defiance..
Shucks the sleuth of science..
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Glower at their ivory tower..
Cruise ship trip fillip..
Dour baby boomer power..
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Absurd herd..cans compliance
Uncouth trampling truth..
Nip & tucks alliance..
Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks...
Plucks for retro reliance..
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Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling...
Diesel guzzling trucks..
Saluting high falutin polluting
Pander to propaganda pedaling..
Ratchets up our dander…
Open the ruddy window!
Have a bloody gander!
Categories:
fillip, nature, planet, pollution,
Form: Free verse
Full of life but barely breathing
Bleary with the way your brown eyes shine
Rising like smoke, dark fur streams through
And gently dances like the fire
Fillip was a boy, a dog, driven away by time
Cracking joints and bones and gnawing at his own lifeline
He bears the name of someone else and then he bears his sharp canines
He jumped into the lake, knowing he won’t come out alive
His teeth — the stars, his fur — the sky, his eyes — black holes expanding
To warm his grave the sun will rise
Over the water hanging
Categories:
fillip, death, dog, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for stoic earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stoic migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
white elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
grey quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
Categories:
fillip, art, beautiful, birth, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Two successive dates
I failed to hit the mark
I'm sorry for the mistakes
And the crestfallen shark
On the first, I didn't use
Much needed commas and slashes
Flowers I failed to produce
Absent were the flamenco flashes
I now do understand
Beauty of punctuation
Undulations of the land
Whispering illustration
And the slanting slashes
Those acute angles
Poetry to eyelashes
Loosening many tangles
Superb instrument dash
A pause to look at your work
Warns you before being rash
Watches where lightning lurks
Stanzas bring out sparks
Red violet and pink
A ray between two darks
A fillip to potent ink
Thanks for your expertise
It has made me mature
No mistakes in the next exercise
I'm more than sure
Especially the short stanzas
I was unmindful so long
Now these will be in bonanza
Lilac lyrics of a song
Do fix the next date
Mistake-free poems I'll give you
You will feel a tidal elate
Like the autumn silver dew
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August 31, 2019
Overcoming Mistakes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
fillip, poems,
Form: Rhyme
If I knew I'd live forever
I'd never send a poem out.
No poem ever comes with
ten fingers and ten toes
so I’d keep revising, add
what's missing, remove
what shouldn’t be there
and put in the right fillip.
One can only write
while the sun streams in
because too soon
the moon comes out
and in the dark
one can’t fix a thing.
Once you’re dead
your poems live on,
warts and all, naked
on a sheet of foolscap
or afloat in cyberspace
for all to read and fault.
It’s Judgment Day.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
fillip, fantasy,
Form: Blank verse
A beautiful ride off into the sunset, and your horse
passes through a blooming cherry orchard bordered by cedars;
your leather saddle was rubbed with high-quality tobacco yesterday.
It's a big herbal cherry sun that is setting, and you can taste it,
with a sprinkling of spices, and the satiny union of the tannins are upon you,
so subtle that you wish for more at first; you must be patient as the velvet embrace deepens, insinuating itself deep within you in a silky smooth process, until a final slow-motion fillip of astringency touches the front of your mouth.
The cork was wet and crumbly almost to the top.
Definitely time to drink this wine; wish I had more.
A great wine to drink in solitary contemplation, or quietly, with friends.
*Robert Mondavi - Rest In Peace, man, you died in 2008 at age 94, and you always believed in making great wine.
Tasting Note written in April, 2015.
Categories:
fillip, history, love, wine,
Form: Free verse
Wisdom is a fire, a little enlightens and much burns,
Insight and experience are an added fillip,
Some folks are wise and some are otherwise,
Delinquent in his quick temper dithers,
Ore of gold mixed with precious stones,
Man so erudite is a gem bridles ensuant yen !!
Categories:
fillip, wisdom,
Form: Acrostic
Fillip not my ear even just once,
it looks juvenile and it is not nice;
don’t even think of taking a chance
by, heaven forbid, doing it twice.
A thing like that I will not take kindly,
it is childish and looks kind of silly,
the sort meriting direct retaliation
like say, a quick facial demolition.
Categories:
fillip, funny, people,
Form: Verse