genuine germane gentlemen
hitchhiked a ride with Harry’s hen
implausible imperative imagination
justifying jollity and jubilation
keeping kibitzer’s kinfolk kidney keen
labyrinth of lollapalooza lawfully lean
The soliloquy of a late-night train whistle in the distance
Calls out to me like past voices, and the insistence
Of God’s voice is echoed in Pastor David's sermon
(Growth? the Holy Spirit will determine)
As if God were speaking directly to me, germane
To the haunting of my past, it has been whispering of late
Getting me to focus and to contemplate about
The people I’ve wronged and the sin-filled reveries shout
Out things once hid (and forgotten) brought into the light
And on these undulating seas that I traverse late at night
I am brought back again to the whistle of the train
As it fades into the distance in refrain
(I have often crossed the trestle (in
Young America) with these thoughts I wrestle
Give me peace dear Lord
As I walk on t'ward, Amen)
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Scar tissue, birthmarks, happy times, and grief
Corrugate man’s brain, a coral motif
Emotions, synapses, signals unknown
Grotesque in nature, splits open when stoned
Still pictures emerge, filling us with dread
Trompe loeil jumps out, turning confused heads
A lasting impression, one little glimpse
Stare any longer, de-evolve back to chimps
Forthright altruism’s meaningful and straight
Love of people dilutes, when mixing faiths
Right angles on a cross, drew germane taste
Master race had its day, now laid to waste
New clear experience, turns sand to glass
Quartz for the reaper, forms in mushroom gas
Colliding atoms, there’s no other way
His sky vaporised, man sure seized the day
drip drip drip drip-feed of life ~ wait a gush all we needed was a knife
It is remarkably insane,
To look vacantly out the pane,
With a green bottle of Bollinger champagne,
Enjoying the wobbly rain, rain, rain!
I would rather spend a day in Spain,
Or sit by the seaside in Ukraine,
An alternative of gawking all in vain,
At the wet and soggy rain, rain, rain!
My entire day would certain remain,
Unstimulating and very mundane,
Before the sympathy could sustain,
I would flee away from the rain, rain, rain
I would pose and listen to Zakir Hussain,
Without experiencing the Nyctophobic pain,
And munching on the Christmas candy cane,
For my drink, I’ll gulp the rain, rain, rain!
Oh! I desperately have the need to explain,
The very day I had to constrain,
As it was not so germane,
To taste the polluted rain, rain, rain!
The cloudburst valiantly fights the Elaine,
The pellucid flurry wondering it's Shane,
Tries to stuff the muddy moraine,
But sadly cries into rain, rain, rain!
The baffled sleet faces refrain,
Awaits the rush hour of the town’s train,
To run away from the aubade, so urbane,
Sadly, the unconvincing rain, rain, rain, goes away.
[Arrival of summer]
BY SATVIKA UNDER THE PEN NAME SAVERA
Today is D-Day, once a date
Evocative of war
When Allied troops invaded France
In 1944.
By land and sea and air, the soldiers
Stormed the Nazis’ hold
In Normandy, an operation
Sneaky, smart and bold.
Commemorated in the past,
Historically germane,
To younger folk, its meaning
Would need someone to explain.
As years go by, the stories fade
And though they might be taught,
We cannot bring to relevance
The wars and battles fought.
Before Corona, HIV ‘n Hepatitis B
caroused with a death scare - intrinsic
Under sheets, a plausible viral milieu
zip-zapped the pompous macho buzz
Influenza strains cheered o’er a din of garrulous ‘I’s
carrying on, toasting a jaded Earth toxic,
awakening the grim grinning gestalt of Gaia!
New lessons and poignant liaisons must begin…
Because she’ll play with ‘us’ again and again
Coz, she’ll just laugh us out with a louder gist
CAUSE, is germane to ‘our’ best treatment
Because ‘we’ can stop all her mistreatment.
(5/7/2021)
Evoking Elation
Ethereal ease
Elegant elevation
Enthralling eagles
Finicky Friend
Flexible fondness
Frequently finds frisky fish
Family feline
Germane Genie
Goal growing giant
Giving generous guidance
Genius god Google
7/25/20
For 'Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration' contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
The syllable count was verified on howmanysyllables.com
The king and Queen
Of the elves have two blonde haired blue eyed
Princes who will one day reign
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
These two young adults named Ivan and Eugene
Have learned about what it takes to rule their
Realm of green.
The Monarchy is so excited there will be two
Kings to take care of their domain.
The King and Queen
Have sent for the prince's younger sister princess
Josephine
Who will now remain with her husband Germane
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
Ivan will be marrying princess Geraldine.
Eugene will be marrying princess Lorraine.
The King and Queen
Will be hosting the engagement ball where the
Princesses will be receiving their rings of
Aquamarine.
This will be a huge event where elves come from
All around to play games, give their blessing, a
Present and to toast the young couples with
Champagne.
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen
Is a spectacular scene.
Captain
Report to the King and Queen
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
No Polyglot Here
By: Tom Wright
9-7-2019-
I’m no shade of polyglot,
It’s only English for me.
Italian, French, or German;
Now which would it be?
Learning another language,
Wouldn’t be germane.
From an “Okie,” any one,
Might be met with disdain.
Would my native tongue,
Then languish on a shelf.
While in my new language,
I just talked to myself?
In eternity past, God would ordain
a place to which Satan would appertain.
Darkness ruled in this void and vile domain
wherein grief, grudges and greed were germane;
addicted to force, would Lucifer wane?
Outright rebellion goes against God’s grain,
His plan called for a selfless Savior slain.
Demons tried to distract this one in vain;
from the world’s evil, He vowed to abstain
and pledged earthly woes to gladly constrain.
Destined to be a Redeemer who’d reign,
He drained himself of glory, heaven’s gain.
Jesus, the Christ, chose the cross and its pain,
suffering rejection, mankind’s disdain.
Mercy, grace, love and justice, His campaign.
August 5, 2019
contest: Emile Pinet, Eight Word Challenge
Petition
We animals and after mature cogitation
Enunciate bury the hatchet and in peace abide
To the law of the jungle oppose our deprivation
Terminate the masquerade and nature commodities equally divide
Confide to pathetic humans the charge
To their lust grotesque for power leverage
Revamp hostility to supremacy attain
Ignoramus jackasses seeking to hold the reins
Pharaohs,stars and emperors long proclaimed
The commanded the skies and earth germane
Their bones under earth's scum alighted
Unhurriedly putrefied and fetid smell did remain
It though takes all kinds to make a world
With disparate feathers flock like a bird.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Pendragons these Titans dieties de facto herculean portent shores Poseidon's
Neptune her Olympus their oracles and Othello ? Robin redbreast genesis his sherwood
Forest knights of love's, round table time as Ganymede; to bear this cup ? Germane the goddess....
Angelus red it's wine a passage her ghost writer she, his lady Guinevere; fairytales lore de facto, dreams.
Person of colour is coherently germane,
He is never insane.
Some things about this person of colour may seem strange,
He is simple and he is yet to engage.
This person of colour loves the critics,
It is from them, he ticks.
This person of colour is natural,
And so, he is not a trial.
This person of colour loves to exchange
Ideas beyond his range.
This person of colour loves keyboard,
Tis with this he comes on board.
This person of colour is a charcoal- a black beauty.
This person of colour is me.
Death shrouds each
ancillary moment
Pain lashed without reason
A blind game against the sun
Humans turn against dirt
Where they search
Thoughtless configuration
My sense
Of cryogenic soul hovering
Imbuing fluids, mystery without expression
And creasing against
The wind of ideas
My only source of direction
When you speak germane
Fertilizer falls out
With no patience
To encircle the pants
You left trailing behind
Instead a tumor grows
Simultaneously banished
And buried under the surface
Without recognition
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