The vague and the abstract turned into a contract,
adrenaline junkies, now joined in a dare.
With hands up, no screaming, they’d both go careening,
defying gravity at the State Fair.
What started as amity morphed to calamity
enough that the riders had panic attacks.
When they reached the summit, they started to plummet
just as a mutt ventured onto the tracks.
The new rollercoaster got hot as a toaster
as the conductor stomped hard on the brake.
With no time for acting, they heard the impacting
of metal on flesh as the mutt flew the lake.
To worsen the matter, gratuitous splatter
was added for gratis to this ruinous ride;
they grew more embittered once they had considered
those patches of hide from the cur that had died.
The horrors receded as they both conceded
while parting the last bits of gore with a comb.
They climbed in the pickup, and with no further hiccups
slumped up the hill slowly and headed for home.
Once upon a time ago,
An act of marriage was made so.
Film and sound both intertwined
And made a movie when combined.
At first, colour was not in sight...
Merely greys of black-and-white.
Ceremonies made in silence
Without gratuitous sex or violence.
As time went on, movies evolved
With many contributors involved.
The inclusion of colour and soundtracks
Enhanced what some pictures would lack.
Cameras of stock and sprockets
Would eventually fit into pockets.
Anyone can perform marriage
These days with the correct carriage.
These words are a mere summation
Of imagination and inspiration
That cinema has given me...
Thank you for all I hear and see.
You can only spend so many hours in labs, study groups and classrooms - under relentless, fluorescent lighting - before you start feeling life withdrawal.
When I hit that stresshold, I need to rebalance myself.
I could go to the New Haven harbor - I find the ocean endlessly relaxing - or for a quick fix, I can always rely on the warmth of multicolored product packaging.
For the last one, a grocery store will do. I’ll walk the bright, prismatic cereal aisle, and run my finger gently along the gratuitous, rainbowed variety of selections.
It’s a soothing gesture that I repeat several times. A reminder that there are still beautiful, shiny things out there, on demand, in the uncomplicated, non-academic world.
What we own ... or what we owe,
Is more than numbers on a balance sheet.
Yet we're often reduced to a figure,
That claims existence before we meet.
So we hustle to settle the score,
Throughout a lifelong FICO maze.
As if we're a rodent chasing cheese,
Inside a laboratory for untold days.
Within the palace walls of high-finance,
Sit bespectacled guru's towards our fate.
Crunching numbers next to our dreams,
While reaching limits, forever late.
This reality forms an economic backbone,
Allowing for judgement and eternal debt.
While we struggle & reach for something better,
A gratuitous path might extend some extra credit.
Are you able to afford
your fame
Gratuitous wanderings
chasing the flame
What you give up
for what you get back
In debt to the moment
past—future entrapped
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
From Wales or Suffolk, claims knowledge of literature,
looking at sheep is far from just being some easy cure;
ever heard of Dylan Thomas, of course - one of the best,
but you're nowhere near of passing such an erudite test.
Such ingratiating manner, just playing to the gallery,
why don't you just share your homilies with old Valerie;
I have no jealousy, rather, scornful of inaccurate claims,
it's amazing that you should aspire with gratuitous pains.
However, I still forgive you for your horizontal position,
perhaps in future you could give us something to rely on;
I'm glad I'm not from a 'devolved' unfortunate nation,
next you'll be telling us that autism is advantageous.
You're bright, don't like to be assisted, oh well let's laugh lol,
perhaps you can find in your heart to forgive a bitter troll.
NB. A worzel is a country bumpkin.
The statement of valediction was given
But nobody ever attended the farewell
Left me like maim indefensible
The sense of tranquility was never there
But watching you fall-asleep
Made my insomniac nights serene
The process of forgetting was always hard
But remembering you was gratuitous
Placed melancholy to me
The connotation of love was blur
But that glare of your eyes
Framed me in infatuation
Promise is a mind-gladdening assurance
That sets one thinking it an insurance
Also,heart-quickening,
Until its non fulfillment makes it sickening...
Either of two things is sure to befall it:
The second by all means hurting a bit;
The first, of course, its redemption by maker
The second, unforeseen circumstance snatching it from taker!
With made promises are a suspension of bustle and bustle
And relaxation of every body muscle;
A gratuitous delay in getting into ones stride,
A female hopeful soon thinking herself a bride.
Rarely for broken promises people hang;
Just fleeting glum looks inviting no bang
Or inner battling with inglorious shame
And reasonable belief it should never be the same.
Squinting towards the lens, pressed fingers poised
Patter of shutters point to ample publication
Greater than any citizens' optimised hopes
Helicopter swept, high stake hustling self opinion
Gratuitous frog mouth catches fools, sticky tongue lashings
Golf club strolling, silver spoon holding, crumbs for cleaners
Pussy grabber dresses in pro life garb for target demographic
Speaks the language of fanaticism, fist in scripture
Heavy repertoire laced in hate. Dire threat leant on as a pillar
Podium fronted pompous smoothes fear with one liners
Gambling with virus spits in the face of reckless ruler
Trillion dollar trade removed, blackjack tapped table bust
Mogul makes workers homeless amidst bankruptcy claims
Grotesque filing fails retains dozens of glinting casinos
Gall lets leader make meme of nuclear dictator
Having little remaining reign tenure, pocket profane folds
12th July 2020
They're all in this together, some sort of (machination)
This hatred is gratuitous, or is it just my imagination?
I may not be rich, at times a bit frugal,
I (envisage) in my head insults thrown at me- they're brutal!
At the (periphery) of my mind are some feelings that are hurting
I feel like everybody hates me. It's a bit (disconcerting).
I'm being consumed by this sickening (qualm)
while the repugnant jerks teasing me are all so calm.
I got nostalgia on the brain for when I was the queen.
Haters, I implore you, stop being stupid moody teens!
This was written for an English vocabulary assignment in high school. At the time, I felt like at least half the school hated me. I didn't know who to trust. Why am I making it sound like this is in the past? It's really not. This crap is still going on. I don't know what to do. All of your kind comments on my poems make my day. Thank you.
Anyway I'm putting this in a contest for unique words. I had to bold the words but wasn't sure how, so I put them in parentheses.
Awful avocados always
Breathe bitter blue breaths
Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols
Ditching deliberate dungarees during
Elusive extraterrestrial escapades.
Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingos,
Getting gaudy, gratuitous gnarly gifts,
Herewith having hilarious hefty hallucinations,
Imagining India’s illustrious indigo ideologies.
Jackals jerry-rigging jealous junking jackalopes
Kangaroos kissing kindly,
Lamenting lovebirds likely leering
Meandering muddobbers making merry,
Nevertheless necessary negotiations
Ostentatiously overhauling orange ostriches
Private parties practically prancing,
Quiet questions quickly questioning
Ripe red russets revolving rapidly
Sensing secretive shadows shyly
Traveling through trickier times,
Underlings ultimately understanding
Variegated virgins vitality
Waxing willfulness whilst
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xciting
Yarned yellow youthfulness yipping young
Zesty zipper zings zealously, zapping zebras.
*Image of The Spiritual Gift by Pixabay.
Gift Of A Lifetime
Fortuitous rise o'er Heaven's Gate, Grace courtesies with thy breath,
Gift of life crafts thy mercy being tis naught origin or edge about such,
Therefore, gratuitous deeds innately born to thee from thine inception,
Thou art generous in thy spirit proffers a chronicle of what thou hast giveth,
Performing thy contributable legacy to prompt giving without want in return,
Anonymity's art submissions to Heaven an accounting of thy kindness,
Thereby, thy heart art cleansed for naught soliciting any earthly rewards,
Yielding a part of thyself by donatable acts revises the Book of Life in thy stead,
Blessed art His name for thy breath of life He hast giveth thee,
~~Charitable fulfillment thou surrendereth.
2019 October 15
*2nd Place*
1st Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2019 October 24
*HM*
A FREED VERSE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 December 30
So many wept at his smoked burial to celebrate he’s escaped forever
Epitaph in garbled words is upside down and slender like our Trevor
Joke is on extra wide marble tomb he’s dead stoned as we remember
‘Laugh bring me weed and write graffiti for my gratuitous surrender’
13th April 2019
My Mother in ER
You were more beautiful in death than in life.
I don't understand what painter God sent,
to turn you into a sleeping goddess.
I only know His name was clearly upon you.
There was no gratuitous embalming or a
touch of human make upon you.
Yet.....Mom, you looked like a young Juliet most truly!
With a divine golden essence to your hair,
And skin so relaxed and so rosy.
Going to meet Dad, your Romeo.
I just knew he was waiting for you!
I could have stood there for hours, gazing
at your glorious inner peace.
Right there in ER,where we prayed over you with Bible,
wet from our tears,
While you were en route to greater celestial
spheres!
I love you, Mom...
Panagiota Romios
4/5/2019
Flower gardens glow in natures grasp
as ink flows to pen
setting free emotions
happiness or disrepair
There will also be the brute
wearing robes of biblical sheep
Fooling not the serene, wisdom shall prevail
Teeth in flesh may draw blood and tears
Triumph comes from wisdom and truth
ignorance, one days runs out of blotters ink
selfish minds will never swim
the oceans of the human heart
Those who sing dear lullabies
while stealing babies in the night
slavery lives in such darkness
lets illuminate what is gratuitous
When the night falls from the sky
and morning makes its way
enjoy the sunrises tranquility
before silent crimes, murder butterflies
Fall not for soothing evil tongues
of ancient Babylon
violins and lyres
musicians bringing peace to human reverie
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