A curse that’s worse than the pandemic
Greedier populist verse became totemic
No halt of their catapult assault systemic
Seedier social media game now endemic
Whether it be some chanting panting cleric
Will ration all compassion not really angelic
Always decanting another ranting hysteric
Doubts planting the enchanting evangelic
Oligarchy malarkey their tarnished polemic
Climate fires rage but won’t call the medic
Derails with varnished tales any academic
Preening demeaning all left leaning satiric
Dystopian & myopian totally Machiavellic
We burn they’re still lippy well it’s generic
With their heinous intravenous hypodermic
Even if taciturn with boring name like Derek
Yearn for return of hippy trippy psychedelic
Not dippy all learn nature can be mesmeric
Don’t spurn love soars above stratospheric
Don’t count me out because
I’m not in lockstep with you,
and before I nonchalantly dropkick myself
back to the starting point,
let me point out that because of my whiteness,
I am not
a knuckle dragging racist, hysteric, insurrectionist,
white supremacist, terrorist, cultist,
deplorable, irredeemable,
nor a hypocrite or illiterate.
And the recent gender-neutral policy?
I am
a woman, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and first cousin.
I have a mortgage, enjoy Jamaican stew, and
I am married to a black man.
I’m originally from Idaho. It’s okay to ask me
“Where are you from?” or “Where were you born?”
I promise I won’t accuse you
of micro-aggression.
I do not have guilt.
I stand my ground,.
It’s okay if you do not like what I have to say:
but I remain a
free White woman who
believes in constitutional principles.
Yes—words do matter
Far from city in haunted house
lived Macro mouse and Micro mouse.
Macro fond of Micro : His spouse.
Also stayed with them little louse.
From roof crawling down octopus.
Swooping the vulture valorous.
Horrifying notorious.
Me at nook frightened, oblivious.
Wicked weird witch is cunning most,
sitting with her friend scary ghost.
relishing rotten mutton roast
and charcoal burnt hard butter toast.
Shedding tears violent viper.
turning hysteric and hyper.
Suddenly jumped champion jumper :
Owner of the house : large vampire.
Ongoing war
A not tall, a rather pudgy little man
who is an absolute ruler over his twenty million-something inhabitants
Got visited by another powerful man, who is slim
but not tall like his diplomat
the fat man was happy, had his country turning out
waving flags, their dance and jubilation
photo taken, fraternity and contracts signed
For the absolute ruler, who had his brother killed
to be sure of his power, it was a great opportunity
to take, not so tall man, around looking at things
the visitor had won a war and was in high spirits, smiled
patted his strands of hair and asked himself
since his host harvests hair as a big business, should he ask for a discreet rug?
He decided not to ask, his face is so well known
that jokers in the foreign press would make jokes
make him look vain
He did the masculine thing, buying artillery shells
instead, not that he needs a lot to know
but one never knows what hysteric people can do
those who cannot accept defeat.
Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown,
Frills and strawberries,
Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle,
As my eyes hysteric with confusion
muse on this loss.
I gather the lumps of loaf
crossing the border of light
toddling and traversing through the hues
of bent butter beauties
drooping into the worn old stone
one foot forward of the other
two stayed peering past
my grandfather built all this.
silver lick of hair stuck to his brow
that little rhythm in his hands
trembling like the trickles of water
heaved, trodden, beat and brandished
by the river rover.
oxidized poles decorated with patched quilts and marked clothes
trodden through top soil
of the hearth of the earth
will i even sense this again?
this burrowing thing inside of me
borrowed from ages long past their prime
will i too become another fleck on the sun scorched sill ?
Here are a handful of hysteric men
That seem to run random in rationed time,
To pour sweat whatso be the reigning clime,
Chasing the ball to goal as oft as can,
Or in defense, for long tenure of ball,
Wasting time or feigning hurt in a mime,
Grit and guts, gumption getting mixed with grime,
All with a view to holding world in thrall.
There too are those sunk deep in cushioned chairs—
Idle but crazy watchers, lazy bones,
Save when they yell, lifeless roadside milestones,
Couch potatoes all flaunting expert airs,
All expert critics stuck within a wall,
Who rather would cheer more than chase the ball.
__________________________________________________
Sonnet |02.06.2004| football
real or blue reel
looks like plastically fixed ---
blue-lit miracle
flies feel fancy-filled
butterflies play hide and seek ---
marvel of autumn?
fine flawless fragrance
fabulous frankincense feel ---
bees go hysteric
Inside our living room, there stood a table.
Three legs it had; its round top was unique.
Mom kept it in the corner, and she’d say
so proudly that the table was antique.
Well polished, it had a vase atop it,
and flawless was its base, legs widely splayed.
One day, with Mom away, we moved it to
another room. A few games we then played.
Our chairs fit well round that three-legged table
as we played our Yahtzee and Crazy Eights.
A lovely afternoon we spent, just I
with two of my dear sisters as my mates.
One sister (I can’t recall which one now)
brought drinks to us, and just as Mom walked in,
I spilled my drink! Mom became hysteric
as if I had committed some great sin!
She yanked us off our chairs and quickly wiped
the spillage – yelling at us the whole time.
The table got put back into its corner,
and we were punished for our little crime.
The vase was put back on the table’s top,
and we three got no soup that night to sup.
Mom’s in a nursing home now; we’ve all grown.
I wonder where that table ended up!
majestic mountains!
are these hill chains telling tales?
trees are hysteric...
head held high homely,
cliffs strive to kiss the bright sky ---
hands outspread in joy...
hiding and seeking,
are clouds lovingly taunting?
shy evening stars flush...
golden sunbeams shine,
are these blooms on rocks dancing?
vibrant valleys vamp...
streams midst plants babble,
do ripples tickle these ponds?
schools of fish squiggle...
green carpets spread out,
Are these cranes on fashion shows?
doves and crows converse...
waterfalls trickle,
are these rustling leaves gabbling?
parrots in romance...
How splendid celestial scenes...!!!
creepy spider web
as though haughty hunter's net ---
insects hysteric
In The Dusting Of The Springtime,
Sweet Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday,
Mingle with songbird-bluebird chime,
Frankincense-rose-musk-mixes spray...!
White lilies kissed by the soft breeze,
Undergo strange hysteric trance;
Butterflies, dragonflies, and bees,
To the songs of nightingales, dance...!
Reminiscence of our romance,
Floats like peacock plumes in the air;
Aches caused by your first piercing glance,
Evoke demise and rebirths, rare...!
Come, love, let's savor the spring scent,
Toward peaks of love let's ascent...!!!
27 May 2023
In The Dusting Of The Springtime Sweet Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
If my usual wasn't so ordinary
And didn't span great feats of generic
It may just be shy of extraordinary
A mediocrity so bland I'm hysteric
Enormity in normalcy's highest gear
Worked out so hard and never got abs
Without an ear my regular cannot hear
I'm the base tested against in labs
An everyday, workaday, 10 of a kind
Fantastically, head over heels habitual
Frequency, ooze from me, for oddness I pined
This middle of the road, uniform fool
An average in math I lack sum of the fun
My highest point is the peak of just typical
If my usual started with "un", not a prefix of none
This run of the mill status is biblical
I'm routinely symmetrical time and again
Burst at the seams in familiarity
A dullery so wild it verges on zen
Like a quietness without any clarity
I've searched the great depths of the known
Looked for an in but found not a trace
For my explicable or scrutable down to the bone
Destined to be dazzlingly commonplace.
How finely twilight applies lipstick to the sky!
His brush touches each fold as the sky does shy.
Eyebrows and eyelashes he so minutely paints,
As though powerful prayers and blessings of the saints...!
Why do Nyx and Hyades at this juncture weep,
As though widowed by Zeus lost their eternal sleep?
Maiden stars get wet and miss their timely twinkle,
Rain, as though hysteric, on clouds showers sprinkle...!
The moon, entering, like a bold ballet dancer,
Blinks as though to the night's quiz he has no answer;
Nature, as routine, her seasonal games enacts,
Nyx, Hyades and Zeus act as per rhythmic facts...!!!
03 March 2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
to rhythm of the cosmos
buds and blooms pay obeisance ---
breeze blows hysteric
18 October 2022
Panic at the food bank where people are numeric
Disorderly behaviour brought wildly hysteric
Fits of frenzied actions triggering great fear
pushing, shoving all around with piercing screams in ear.
The lady was in queue as were the rest of us then
suddenly her water broke and oh my gosh- the fuss!
Now all are fine back in line and many are impressed
how ideal the babies meal made from mothers’ breast.
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.