Sometimes poets tell a story
Sometimes they leave you guessing
The writing is cathartic
Like slowly melting snow.. de-stressing
Look closer and you'll find a muse
The Irish poets used them
Or maybe just artistic views
From paupers shoes to diadem
Who knows where inspiration can be found
From bland to fleeting moment
Where grubby urchin can be crowned
The pauper turning solvent
Life's circus has it's highs and lows
Sometimes up, then down
We want heroic. Lion tamer..
But ending up being clown
A poet's lot is heartache
A poet's lot is joy
We pour out hearts so wordy;
Grammatically deploy
A cavalcade of inner love
A waterfall of pain
It's time to stop, I know it is but
This circus rides again
Categories:
grammatically, allegory, crazy, poets,
Form: Rhyme
A real treasure who gave off himself,
impart joyfulness into people's lives
always worried about lifestyle forms
other than ourselves
his wit helped many win rewards.
No idleness looking for applause
he taught artistry in a split-second style
as a bonehead with a golden heart
he seldom takes a breather
and he was grammatically consistent.
His heart scarcely wavered from the truth
however, it gleams akin to gold in the display
in the sight of historic or fresh devotees,
the dude is an expert on how to age gracefully.
Written: January 05, 2022
In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
grammatically, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse
Grammatically I’ll take a scolding
But I’m convinced that I am “olding”
a tattered towel that still needs folding.
For when they say “old man let’s go”
I tie my shoes without Velcro
Just leave that chicken on the bone
What teeth I have are still my own
My once toned muscle now gone flaccid
My conversation tautly tacit
This “olding” this is hard to fig’er
Are my shoes smaller, or my feet bigger
I can’t believe I’ve come this far
Now grandkids ask to take my car
At times they tell me “Pops, your tops”
I hope this “olding” never stops.
John G. Lawless
©6/15/2022
Categories:
grammatically, age, humor,
Form: Couplet
General grammar generates guesswork gaining great glitches grammatically
Contest: Tautogram
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date created: 10/21/2019
Categories:
grammatically, word play,
Form: Tautogram
Motherhhod
Animals and humans abound
to share a life grammatically
a necessary female role
to create life and mark a scene
to mother as a female verb
continuing a serene role
of love to venture with its guise
of nuturing as time goes by
and mother as a female noun
a presence to engage her right
a verb and noun conjoining one
for eons there is reverence
the matrarch, our heroine
an essence that will ply the sign
to bear her name as countries do
as motherhood continues on
Ralph Sergi© July 23, 2019
Categories:
grammatically, mom,
Form: Free verse
The Talent
He often wonders where it comes from this need to tell stories;
there is nothing in his upbringing or schooling
to give a hint, he can hardly write it is a struggle to find
the grammatically right word.
He thinks of water trickling up from the ground running
along the stony earth on a mountainside, falling on a lemon tree,
beautifully yellow fruit, not for the roses.
Sometimes the well dries, little rain has fallen, the groundwater
is hidden in a deep cave and he accepts that,
the world changes, but he has always got the almond tree
while waiting for the sound of trickling water.
Categories:
grammatically, anniversary, celebration, courage,
Form: Blank verse
love was a lonely Syllable
Embedded hypothetically in the
syntax of the
Story of
You and
Me
We quoted ,
I love you
And you , sic [loved me]
But perhaps
this was
Your hyperbole
Parenthesis
you
kept
[Me] in,
Frenetically
in case
our verbs
became nouns
No verisimilitude
Imbedded logically
the allusion
Came alive
Described
So
speciously
All too clear
Once I chose
To study
The
history
No,
The Plot discovered,
This was
My own soliloquy
Dear Apostrophe ,
you and I
We are not
Like simile
Truth be told
I only resemble
Footnotes
In the ledger
Of your
Poetry
Categories:
grammatically, analogy, confusion, love, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Winter is the time of year
ice prevails before the sun,
not at all when people should
try out races now begun.
Extol virtues of nature,
run, life's race must now be run
Dorian,
In your poem Summer you disallowed comment so no one could mention the second line is grammatically incorrect. It should read..
Umm, temperature just soars!
or
Umm, temperatures just soar!
Categories:
grammatically, dedication,
Form: Rhyme
What if mine eyes were trained to see
the eyes of God watching me.
What if my pupil were old soul in young orb
or my budding muse was more inquisitive.
What if I were schooled to be seen
and heard, with grammatically correct words.
What if my chores consisted of travels, via
books; with landscapes and minds to enrich mine.
What if choreographed moves to piano tunes were
another of my chores, before evening walks by the sea.
What if I was told fresh air was comparable
to God's breath, and morning was first gift.
What if giving or sharing were expressed
as voluntary instigator of blessings.
What if I was made to see all races of us; young and
old alike, as students and teachers until our last breath.
What if I was shown the beauty of converse
no harsh words of course... I'd C all A's and Bees.
*
Categories:
grammatically, blessing, change, childhood, education,
Form: Couplet
Black plastic bag
discarded on the bridge
writhes like
an injured animal.
A paragraph of
birds in the blue
of the sky wing by
grammatically correct,
but open ended until
the commander in chief
changes its configuration
with punctuation.
A fleet of wild geese
flying their colors
barge in like
small battleships
in minor invasion.
The equation
some of us make
is: what price
Freedom?
Categories:
grammatically, allusion,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
A Woman
(a limerick)
By Franklin Price
10/22/2015
A woman I know from Vermont
Would Facebook grammatically haunt
Her critiques quite verbose
Errors smelled with her nose
Tell me I'm wrong she would gleefully taunt
(I know verbose and nose don't rhyme – you'll just have to live with it)
Categories:
grammatically, fun,
Form: Limerick
I was walking down the street one warm Saturday night
And three young brothers approached me
Faces cloaked in red scarves
So I braced myself anticipating the worse
But then one asked me a question
That changed everything
He was like who you be?
And at that moment time its self stopped
And I resaid the question who I be?
Then with ease I replied I be your salvation
Grammatically incorrect is you question
I am your brother brother you are my keeper
We are 1 as a people
I am superior to the the typical man
Cuz I am connected
Connected to a heritage that has structured my mind
Through the emancipation of my history
I don't bang blood it pumps in my soul infused with God's
gift to me melanin from the clay he used to make me
So my question to you is not who u be ? but who are you?
Cuz the state of to be is to impersonate to try but I wanna
know who you have become alone
Without the influences of this corrupt society
Simply said
I am.....
Categories:
grammatically, birth, black african american,
Form: Free verse
Hello, I am the colon grammatically
And not colon cancer medically.
If the poetry soup won’t allow me
It’s not the matter of great scree.
Can’t use me in title, then in the text that follows
My job is to inform reader what follows.
The grammarians use me in three ways
Syntactically, appositive, segmental always.
============================
Dr. Ram Mehta
Categories:
grammatically, creation,
Form: Rhyme
The flight of my whims-
In Ocean's swim!
Shallow depths of murkiness
Brimming at the rims
Bubbles of trouble,
Like rain in puddles
Gather to the Grim
Pop me none too subtle-
And pull apart my fins!
*Again, this is a bit experimental and not sure how you will interpret it. Also, I know technically "subtle" should be "subtly", but I chose to leave it grammatically incorrect. And this is embarrassing to admit, but does anyone know if "ocean's" needs an apostrophe or not? Should it be just "oceans"? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller...? ;)
Categories:
grammatically, ocean,
Form: I do not know?
when silence
becomes to loud for you
and loneliness
becomes crowd for you
there will be a fine
line of clouds on
the sky,
there will be a
line that will divide
the flowers from
the thorns
when light will
be too dark for you
and sun will
be just a spark for you
then that will be the time
the world will call you crazy
it will all be madness
or sanity will look hazy
remember,
or forget
I've never found difference
between them
so will you
or you will not
it confusing
so is life?
isn't it?
or is it?
Why is everything a question?
or are they really question?
why are answers
you might think
why are answers
isn't grammatically right
my grammar must be wrong
its not,
that is my question
"Why are answer"
I'm way above the clouds,
reaching for the sky,
where no one has ever been
have they ever seen?
what is the shape of the sky?
what is the shape shape?
why is there always a question?
a question for me
a question for all of you!
"Why are Question"
Categories:
grammatically, imagination, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
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