Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas?
glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness?
glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator?
globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas.
Categories:
glib, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Submission
By Beverly Stock
I called the editor knowing
That my temper would be showing
And said the following to him:
“I sent a poem here, sir”
(I said growing fiercer,)
“And the subject which
I’d chosen, Sir, was Spring.”
“ I just scanned your paper,
By sunlight, torch and taper,
Of my poem, I do not see a thing”
He spoke, I’m sure it was a fib,
Said he, smug and very glib,
“Of the sixty-one submitted, we printed one.”
“And we’ve decided they should be divided
Among the years then reunited
With a new one each succeeding Spring.”
“Your submission, I’m pleased to mention-”
Will receive our best attention
In our Spring Edition - 2081.”
Categories:
glib, anxiety, business, career, conflict,
Form: Free verse
A glib tongue
is remembered for the poison it delivers,
not the smoothness of its delivery.
Tom
Categories:
glib, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Of three billion contenders God considered
to be my mother some thirty-odd years
in the rear ago, the one He delivered,
all things considered, could’ve been (cue her tears)
much worse. My mom [insert a Hallmark cliché]
and for that reason alone, when compared
to yours, is a far better mother, okay?
I mean, look at this sonnet her son prepared -
it’s dang near a lock to squat on the fridge,
held by a magnetized green letter ‘B’-
‘B’ as in Beneath a Bridge I’d likely live,
for all my corners cut and talents blown,
had I not been Blessed with a mom like my own.
5/2/2019
Categories:
glib, mothers day,
Form: Sonnet
Innocent and full of wonder
Quick to love
Slow to trust
Not slow enough
Whispered promises and
Trepidicious caresses
Eyes lulled closed
Frost creeping
Slow icy death of
An internal winter
The last leaf of hope falls
Winter shrouds the heart in ice
Rent and frozen in time
Pain screams without sound
A lifetime passes
Pressure mounts
Shards cut so deeply
Lifeblood begins to weep
As the heart raises its own light
Stirs to thaw
The once loved stranger
Gilt and glib
Seizes the last frozen shard
And sending the bolt home
Tolls the final knell of innocence
Dawns freedom
Categories:
glib, first love, freedom,
Form: Didactic
so wily and smooth, he boasts
he can make huge profits
among Sahara Bedouins
selling them mounds of sand;
so shrewd and suave, he brags
he can convince Eskimos
right in their igloos to buy
from him expensive tons of snow;
now so quiet and cold, he still
touches those he outsmarted,
even in his grave, in the ground,
with the sand, 'neath the snow.
Categories:
glib, people, places, work,
Form: Tail-rhyme