a thought strikes a match
nothing much, a little flame
moths alter their course
someone whispers, what if this—
the curtain catches the light
a balloon inflates
sky requires another sun
string loosens, goes slack
already counting the stars
on the backs of envelopes
morning finds the chairs
still facing yesterday's stage
confetti in shoes
someone refolds promises
along familiar creases
after all, a spade
fits superbly well in hand
soil under the nails
the gate can't bend or unhinge
rain dons handle with slippers
no trumpets today
the kettle attends to rain
a chipped cup, still warm
someone has darned the elbow
of the coat we nearly threw
When, oh when, will people learn
To not create such hype
That might make someone crash and burn
With reason, then, to gripe?
At the Olympics, all the eyes
Were focused to behold
The skaters meant to grab the prize
Which, naturally, was gold.
The ice dance leaders did their best,
Their program filled with magic.
The judges, though, were more impressed
With others, not quite tragic
Yet disappointing, since the world
Expected gold success.
The way they glided, jumped and twirled
Meant silver caused distress.
The competition for the men
Was even worse than that,
For all the hype exploded when
The leader’s skate fell flat.
The pressure facing athletes there
Must mess with all their heads.
What they don’t need is extra glare
To rip their nerves to shreds.
They wanted something special
She delivered.Using her creativity
She developed a creamy base for
Waffles something that could make
The Gods marvel.
Heavy cream, clams,peppers,garlic, onions
Lemon zest, chicken broth, sun flour seeds,
Ranch dressing, broccoli, cream cheese,
Parmeseam cheese, mozzarella
Made into a ice cream and dehydrated
Used to flavor A waffle mix.
Served with maple syrup and sausage...
The second is a butternut squash, heavy cream, chopped pistachios bacon, chopped raisins , Carmel bits bourbon and vanilla, with egg yolks
And sugar. Made into an ice cream then dehydrated. Mixed into a waffle mix.
Severed with bacon and real maple syrup.
Love inspires!
Optimus duo ex tribus cabit !
To visut Maui, would inject cash into local pockets
I hear many hotels, and other venues are untouched
By the fires? Just in the opposite side.' If i were able
I would go,knowing my contribution would go more
Likely where its needed.'? I an rushing off but thought
To post this in good will, for the people there, if I can
Do something? I cant thinj to rhyme this.' I know readers
Will understand, just a gesture from another human.'
hype
by Michelle Morris
08/12/2022
don't believe your own hype
you were built up from the ground
no matter how rich or famous
you'll always end up down
because no one lasts forever
we are mortal and we are frail
all we have is our legacy
and how much good we created
history is never perfect
so many stories are creative, not true
feelings will always fluctuate
as people perceive the news
money and power might buy you
honeyed words that drip with false praise
the media might love or hate you
but it's all part of a ratings game
so, don't believe your own hype
all that counts in the end is your soul
is it pure and filled with good works
or did you sell it for fame and gold?
we live in a fickle world
little minds that seem like big names
so often the truth is left behind
and egos rent labels that claim
ultimately you live and you die
there's no getting around that one
don't believe your hype; stay humble
and leave love and light behind
© Michelle Morris, 2022
That's one thing about Media Hype:
A help to the The Low - Rated Type,
An unseeded challenger ripe
For a show down with Champion Tripe,
Who'd him not spare blows like a snipe,
On yielding flesh taking a swipe,
Blood permitting rush from slit pipe;
On challenger's body Christ's Stripe...
Many rimes Hypes have struck sad blows,
Blood on River Nile as it flows
Several times brought in stark pestle
For some chap to with it wrestle...
Face of one denied Media Hype
A parade of lines that could gripe
I being threatened to smile
But why you been telling me to cry
The thing that keeps me guessing is why
Not to keep the one who’s sly
At least he knows how to reply
Because world is a cruel piece to cry
The man, woman and all thereby
Are meant to hurt you and will try
They complement to make you weep and hype
Until you become the coldest one to fight
They tell you then to be the life
Of someone who doesn’t mind
But they keep pushing you to the side
To let you down in the grey and white
It is now your struggle to bring it right
Of what’s inside your head and thrice
Call your inner one to spikes
And tell them you are here to thrive
And show them this is WHO AM I
Fun method methinks
beginning to appear
a tad complicated
Date posted : 24th September 2021
got the hype for the mike,you can have the horderves, the swerves, the curves, i wont that mike..is that microphone on..it will be when i get it , tha mike that is. my words will flip yo curves from day one cause i'm on it wit that dazzle, suspended in craftiness messin wit yo mind with finesse, got some skills on that mike, got some thrills on that mike got some spills on that mike got some chills on that mike..make you holla..del taco!
Headline News:
Cross the Seas Arrival
Killer Hornets Near
Relentless force of steroid nature
Buffed hornets in out-sized wing chanting
Swarm-buzz of aggression
Predators to hapless honey bees
Poison stings like silver arrows.
Venom shrapnel from combat incursion.
New fodder for Hollywood flick diversion.
Part of a new fear landscape
in pandemic turmoil.
Forest peace destroyers in what
flies, lurches and stings.
Fear in re-jigged planet living cringe.
Media bursts of unending dread.
More psychic danger than real threat?
Time of apocalypse reckoning?
Nothing here to sooth your nerves undone
Even so, in a biblical plague,
shield your eyes,
and run!
Whatever We is We are
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Whatever We is We are is something that should never be
denied. Why? Why Not?
Whatever We is We are speaks with a devout degree of both a
singularity and plurality in our human world with its simplicity,
complexity, and contradictions in both truth and honesty that
shape and define each of us, by fate and destiny, in the course
of our lives.
Whatever We is We are suggests to each of us to tell who we
really are without all of the metaphoric hype and subterfuge,
and the common notions of jiggery-pokery that, at times, does
pervade and corrupt human nature even in the best of us, no
matter how grand and great our intentions and actions may be.
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 24, 2018 (Didactic)
Coronavirus is nothing more than hype
from somebody who drinks Corona while smoking
But doesn't know how to type and has a gripe
With people who never even use a pipe-
perhaps in retribution for either Syrus or Sinope
and perhaps Asopus
A belief is nothing if nobody believes
and a belief is all that Corona Virus is
regardless of Tonic water and fizz when
combined by a chemistry whizz
There’s a Virus
There’s a virus! Let’s go mental quick
Lock up your valuables they might get sick
There’s a virus! The media’s gone crazy
You'll lose your hair and you'll become lazy
There’s a virus! Let’s all run for the hills
Grab your coffins because they say it kills!
There’s a virus! Abandon the schools!
That’s brilliant the government likes fools!
There’s a virus! Please give it a rest!
It kills the elderly if they don’t wear a vest!
There’s a virus! It’s just like last year
But the media love it because you're filled with fear!
There’s a virus! All right! crawling on all fours!
I’ll live like a hermit and won't go outdoors
There’s a virus! Well I’m ready to go!
I don't believe this over hyped, media show!
There’s a virus! But it’s now on page ten
There's something new and it all starts again!
David Cox 10/03/20
H-ype
A-crostic
I-s
D-andyishly
E-mployed
A-s
B-eauty
A-nd
R-ighteousness
R-emain
A-wesome
Topic: Birthday of Haide M. Abarra (June 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Sweet is equally sweet to all mortal tongues,
Choice morsels sate all men's starved pangs;
Brilliant sights of plenty charm every eye right,
And friends against foes for shinier spoils fight.
Why then do many in want of fine things stand;
Or, how come keenest mouths on gravel feed?
What alters those picky looks on life's shelves
That tell the greatest from the blandest breed?
Sheer wishful cravings for tasty bites alone,
Can't tear sumptuous meat from obtuse bone;
Nor can mere oglings turn fate's mulish thread,
That pins all sojourners on the hardened tread.
Life's fortunate farers got loads of apt swag:
Maybe just a weird tooth for plaintive rhyme,
Or a bankrupt itching to benefit others' souls;
Artful ploys to outshine the sly guiles of dime.
Prized strokes of luck eschew the clinical type,
And smile on stony folks immune to their hype.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.