~ Themes and hints are provocative -
leads your thoughts in the wrong direction ~
Categories:
flexible, confusion,
Form: Monoku
Sometimes sayings with funny briefs or boxers talk to us.
This cartoon of briefs did, and I stopped to hear his message.
“Be flexible, be brief, we all have bad streaks in life”
He made incredible sense in but a few words.
I love moments like this, learning from an unexpected source.
Categories:
flexible, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
She was a lithe and lively flexible acrobatic cat.
She was doing exercises when her bench went splat.
It’s a worn-out pumpkin, it was time, said her mother.
It is November sixth, added her annoyed stepbrother.
But I thought it would stay forever, she said.
She had fallen on her tushy and landed on her head.
You can have another one next Halloween.
Now stop having a fit, they both said to the teen.
Categories:
flexible, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
Every boy will have many thoughts,
Negative words may be given as shots,
Even beating may rupture their hearts,
They mayn't get the needed comforts,
Will get pains their tender body parts,
A lesson, each pain definitely imparts,
A boy led wrongly one day just rots,
Another led wisely gets treasure pots,
In a gist, a guided boy easily outsmarts,
A misguided one, as a terrorist, departs,
Every young one, if the World escorts,
They build for World's peace strong forts!
Categories:
flexible, baby, boy, child, kid,
Form: Rhyme
Laughing inside I wiped my
Coffee rimmed lips
With my shirt sleeve
A cat drunk on cream
Finally at peace.
We all know
Days like these
Nothing matters
When nothing makes
Sense anymore
Questions don't always have
Answers. Sometimes we
Are faced with answers
We don't have questions for.
And then. You give up hogging
The control panels and let
Light touches on the joystick
Keep yourself from crashing
A little bit of free fall
Does wonders for the soul
Killing terror with terror.
Oh the safety net
If it exists
Is only our own minds
Bouncing back flexible
Trampoline.
The springy ground under
Our worn out soles.
So lick up the surreptitious cream
Upon the lips of life
Dream on
And share the dream
Laugh with pain
And pen the hurt
Till the quill is a surreal
Tool
And prophesies on its own,
Frenzied beautiful and devilish
Bold.
© Amrita Valan 2020
Categories:
flexible, angst, anxiety, peace,
Form: Free verse
Humdrum and mundane attitude
Year six is a repeat of years three, four and five.
Excitement and enthusiasm is waning
Even for hobbies I used to adore.
A death in the family quickly reprioritizes me
I begin to search for meaning
This change forces me to change myself
Regaining myself bit by bit as I am forced to be flexible
Categories:
flexible, change,
Form: Free verse
If I was any more flexible
I could bend over backwards
and touch the top of my head on the ground
If I was any more flexible
You could paint me green
and call me Gumby
If I was any more flexible
We could roll me up
And bounce me
If I was any more flexible
I would ooze into your wallboards
And watch your every action
Categories:
flexible, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Some get things right the first time.
Most of us do not.
Mistake. Mistake.
A rubber cake.
Okay, it is not edible, but if we roll it into balls, can we bounce it?
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
What did you do wrong? My mother asks me.
If I knew that, I would be able to make a fortune.
Nine bouncy balls out of a cake mix.
Imagine how smart that is.
Mistakes can be wonderful!
My friends and I follow my cake down the sidewalk,
Not eating it.
But enjoying
it
with
a
real
fondness
Categories:
flexible, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
old train whistling like an asthmatic
coal fire and soot, thoughts
deranged loosely connec-
ted salad of words
withdrawal at the last instant
birth of a celestial monster
bizarre postures purpose-
less agitations catatonic
excitements, waxy flex-
ible stupour
Categories:
flexible, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
She told me she was flexible,
I didn't believe her,
till she bent her back
and did the splits on me.
She blew me back,
Everything was tight nothing lacked
She rocked in the sack
like a marathon back to back
freaks we were in that rocking bed.
Smoking cigarettes after victory
we decided to go for round two.
We pushed and she pulled, tugged
and slapped,
We loved dirty
and we kissed romantically.
Erotic pleasure
tangled our toes around bed sheets,
hair messy,
bodies sweaty.
Filled with ecstasy
and powerful delight
legs up in the air
clawing at the backs of ******
and moaning of young lovers.
Believe me or not,
but her toes touched her head
and arms wrapped around mine
She shouted and cried out with exclamation
we roared like lions, tigers,
strips and all
we danced together, on floors and on walls
on kitchen and bathroom counters.
Grabbing my hair
and grabbing her thighs
I enjoyed my slice of American Pie.
Clumsiness turned to romantic love
and reality went away
bodies hot
blood flowing,
faces red
and juices flowing,
too much and lay there holding each other
and exhausted.
Categories:
flexible, joy, love, sexy, ,
Form: Free verse
A serial of haikus, all addressing the same topic with
a hint of humor; but advice that could save your life
or that of a loved one. New to PoetrySoup, so I hope
I'm not "out of order" with this submission or topic.
Cold and flexible
Probing my dignity...
Colonoscopy.
This “simple” exam
“…could prevent cancer.” they say.
Colonoscopy.
We all have to die,
But not from colon cancer.
Colonoscopy.
There's a downside tho’.
“Yuk! That, nasty SuperPrep.”
Colonoscopy.
“But boy, does it work...
Work and work and work some more.
Colonoscopy.
Baring your buttocks...
In a fetal position;
Colonoscopy.
“No polyps", they say.
There are no malignancies.
Colonoscopy.
Your colon’s okay.
It’s five years until your next...
Colonoscopy.
Want some peace of mind?
Insurance will pay for it.
Colonoscopy.
One “simple” exam
Can provide that peace of mind.
Colonoscopy.
You might save your life.
Over 45? Do it!
Colonoscopy.
Cold and flexible.
On the other hand, what if…
Something else kills you?
Categories:
flexible, adventure, age, angst, body,
Form: Haiku
The night is flexible
the quiet willow
over a lake
traveling
somewhere
Categories:
flexible, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
two
sleds
me and
my brothers
rest against my wall
every night the same debate
blah, blah, blah.... lost youth ... or... blah, blah, blah... forever young
Categories:
flexible, introspection
Form: Fibonacci