MANNERISTA
affected
poses
florid
ornament
maneira
fine
& free
preconception
perceived
in
the left
field
distorted
elongated
exaggerated
over
emphasised
gesticulation
in
discrepancy
of scale
lucidity
post
vivid
virtuosity
unaudited
emotion
blended
in
abandoned
calm
Categories:
gesticulation, art,
Form: Didactic
I began with questions that seemed ordinary,
Were they, but, simple? The self within was wary;
Started with small matters of curiosity,
Birth and death causes and effects seemed paucity...!
I search for my answer in each philosophy,
My question is in each wave of ecosophy;
The quintessence of my birth and my would-be death,
The gesticulation of existential breath...
Quest has doubled and tripled within and out, now,
Each step has full of fresh surprises, anyhow;
Powers, potentials, might, knowledge, and wisdom heights,
Rediscovered revaluations and their fights...
No swords, no battles, no dragons, and Dracula,
My quest is a passing path toward acura;
With fear, sloth, and fake oath I do not feel at ease,
My quest is oriented toward love, joy, and peace...!
Like a root emerging from a seed that travels,
Toward growing into a tree self unravels;
Isn't, yet, my movement, like a wavy-sea yachter?
Or, like, one in a desert, yearning for water...???
30 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
gesticulation, angst, anxiety, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Feature cannot function
Humanity one more level
Yet all is unseen
The problems dwell
Partial gesticulation
Fungi never grow tall
Subjugation kicks in
Avenging the tall
An eye cannot lighten
An ear indifferent to all
A cranium starved of brain
A tongue talks it all
The skin appeals stain
A nose cannot repel
The grime & unclean!
Entire entity just a scandal.
Categories:
gesticulation, body, christian, crazy, deep,
Form: Rhyme
They say that success is a sharpened blade,
And I whet mine each day so carefully.
In the steel my reflection ever ablaze
My eyes glint with blunt functionality.
Slicing precisely—a delicate process
of practiced strokes sliding back and forth
each gesticulation into the pith causes
the blood to gush under the traumatic blunt force
and to splatter upon—ever so faint
the bleached cutting board, collecting the bloodstains
and the inscriptions of countless knife strokes.
Relics of the grind—the daily rituals—
—Wherein I often lose myself, and become like this blade
more and more dull with each passing day.
Categories:
gesticulation, allegory, feelings, gothic, introspection,
Form: Sonnet
WHO WILL DANCE
All of my life
I have been searching
As i swim across the great river
Of a faired and tinted Negros
In all corners of the cardinal
Over and over, my heart beat
Unto my bone that lies in the valley of bones
Every eyes seem to open and close
But this one tends to open widely
Many bones i have picked along the way
in a search for my lost ribs
Gallantly with good gesticulation
my mouth talks like a parrot
Even deep into the nerve senses
no one was found to dance to the beat of my
heart
and all of my eyed eyes tends to close in the
twilight.
In searching and researching
My legs is set to search
For as many repeated times
Until i find the one that must dance
To the beat of my heart...
Categories:
gesticulation, love, dance, dance,
Form: I do not know?
After being chary during every forthcoming gesticulation, her interesting kaleidoscope
laughter, meticulously neurotically overzealous pleasantness, quickly restored
suppressed...trembling; undeniably victorious wrinkled Xanthippe yelled zealously.
© January 2, 2012
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
gesticulation, angst, confusion, nostalgia, people,
Form: ABC
Beneath the eyebrows, windows.
When I was a child- fresh of life;
Seasons flew past my watching,
Mountains of newness grew before me-
-And I conquered Everest...
Ran like the wind,
Now;
Taken like an autumn leaf-
Weathered and ready for composting;
They give us mood, gesticulation;
Always moving, eyes are on us-
Tell me a story of your ways; what did you see?
Just now or many years ago.
Windows-
To earth, arriving home
Sitting on its clay- waiting
Watching-
Beneath the eyebrows,
Through windows fixed once,
So I could continue to see my view;
A way of life- real and lived in full.
These I will leave to watch over you,
My spirit and soul are my vision now.
Categories:
gesticulation, lifeautumn,
Form: Narrative
.
So bashful my soon to be wife
She places her fingers into my
hand as I help her down from the
surrey
Her eyes firmly fixed to mine
she smiles
and curtsies
Arm in arm
I lead my petite princess to an arbor
adorned with flowering vines
and a bevy of meadowlarks
Resting on my knee
I ask for her hand
my lips kiss her soft fingers
and I speak in romantic verse
I ask forever to share life
and her moist kisses at night
Magically my bashful little flower
my timid princess spoke with jest
to shift the fright
and down her soft cheeks
tears crystalline
from her brown eyes fell
With gesticulation
and her hair flowing
whilst she gracefully danced
I heard
"yesss"
Categories:
gesticulation, love,
Form: Free verse