Woven together like fine mesh
A perfect fit of flesh with flesh
Handshaking
Mutual between romancers
Affirmations flow like dancers
Handwritten
Pearl earrings, dress of lace
Roses, baby's breath, and vase
Hand-chosen
A diamond in a ring of gold
The framework of a new house sold
Handcrafted
Young bride and groom, fifty years wed
Sunrises and sunsets ahead
Handholding
5-3-2020
Compounding The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
handshaking, beautiful, happy, love, marriage,
Form: Verse
Enough
Eyes discerning what's scenic,
Ears receiving birds singing,
Fingers touching a child laughing,
Lungs easing inward and vis versa breathing,
Smiling lips exchange greetings,
Arms reach out extending handshaking,
Legs swing forth to stop falling and for climbing,
Hebrew uses "Dayenu" in saying for all these things,
"Enough" is each! Perhaps to avoid undereaching...
Categories:
handshaking, beautiful, blessing, jewish, men,
Form: Rhyme
Do Toads Cause Warts?
By Elton Camp
Touching a toad might make us feel sick
But to give warts would be quite a trick
For toads don’t even have warts to begin
Those bumps are only glands in their skin
That viruses cause warts all experts say
They’re from humans and no other way
Handshaking, infected objects, public shower
All these to transmit the virus have the power
In the skin just some very minor break
To admit the virus is all that it does take
Warts, in a couple of years, usually disappear
Of serious consequences there’s little to fear
So if developing warts you would like to stop
Careful of infected objects and wear flip-flop
And go ahead and touch a toad if you will
Especially if that happens to give some thrill
Categories:
handshaking, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Pressing my peripatetic poetic spirit
I roamed the abode of technology
Where I spilled my poetic condolences, with company of tears,
To my friends in Japan
Whose brothers are forcefully accommodated,
In the large bellies of callous Tsunami and dreaded earthquakes.
How many oceans of sorry shall consume
The traumatic castle of agony erected in their souls?
Hugging my peripatetic poetic spirit,
I roamed the dried sands of Libya,
Where men are roasted by rage of military missiles
For demanding the dethrone of a pitiless demi-god
How many more heads shall be sacrificed for the crown of justice?
Handshaking my peripatetic poetic thoughts
I roamed through the petroleum abode of Middle East
I found Iraq ravaging by ecclesiastic of death
Where men are proud to die for a cause yet unknown
Poised by teaching of abstract fable theories,
They volunteer to be burnt with innocent multitude.
When will scions vampires taste the last drop of blood in Iraq?
Only the ONE behind the cloud knows!
For the contest:I roam
Categories:
handshaking, sadmen,
Form: Free verse
imagine me in the middle
of a rock and a hard place
the whole thing could go up in smoke
no friendly handshaking with the boys in blue
but this artsy smarty didnt want to let the truth get away
deck the halls
with abstract art
who was there
whose to blame
everyone i met in that place got a painting
clueless me
nonsense on the back
nothing worth saying
we could wash our hands clean of this
not that i know anything anyway
just goes to show how easy it is to tag a culprit
when you give something free away
change their life in a different way
an artistic abstract crime scene
history will one day solve my case
for you officer with an iron fist
the sucker saw you coming
it just wasnt news worthy
Categories:
handshaking, art, history
Form: Free verse