Incidentally Poems | Examples

So Many Choices, Coincidentally

      By the bye or by the way
        either one I never say 
 
      I choose to use ‘incidentally’ 
        anyway or accidentally

discombobulation

standing up in a class of fifty,
offering her answers, quite gently,
will the professor think she’s nifty,
or will he think of her differently,
she blushes, though she isn’t shifty,
discombobulation, incidentally,
answering, she mumbles – befuddled,
oh, no, her answers are muddled!

Walking home from class, gusts blow.
She feels her dress rise off her form,
Baring her rear, all red – she does glow,
Embarrassed as can be by the storm,
She hopes no one will see this show –
Oh, her cheeks do feel moderately warm,
Will anyone notice her mortification?
Her naked bottom brings quite a sensation.

when she reaches her destination, she finds,
not only was her bottom seen, but snapped,
by a sneaky camera, who always reminds –
those awkward moments, when unwrapped,
prompt the owner to turn shades of red in all kinds,
marking these days where there’s laughter to be kept,
so, at least, her embarrassment is a reflection,
often found in some comedian’s photo collection!

Boxed In

When he was born, for a while,
he was placed in a plastic box;
thereafter as an adult
he moved into many a rented and boxy room.

As he matured, he filled his available space
with the accoutrements
of a hastily gathered together life.

He mostly wanted and pined to be -
a cowboy,
a buckeroo on a far roaming horse
for hunting the far flung.

As he gazed from his boxed in mind
upon the blue yonder
he would sing lonesome songs
knowing only the God
of faraway places would hear him
and not tell.

He knew that if were ever to escape
his own boxed-in existence
he could never
go back then to his four cornered homes,
in the cramped and crowded towns,
for that would surely
hurt his wide-open heart.

Ironically, and not so incidentally,
he had long made a living making
boxes in such places.

Perhaps this alone can be said of him:

That his limited life grew larger
as he filled every box with his hopes,
visions and dreams.

Tribute To L Milton

Tribute To L . MILTON



   winter climbs to eaves
      icicles growing longer
          dripping tears of joy.

 The above poem is written By Milton on December 5, 2022

 
I was whelmed to go through as incidentally it matched my feelings.
Perfect presentation on Winter. I recollect my honey moon trip to a hill station
 exactly showing similar picture. Literally speaking Icicles were hanging from
 eaves growing longer ! Might be dripping tears of joy.
    Chilled sensation in room longing for cosy warmth.
I admired. I was touched.

My Reverence to L. MILTON


01/ 15/ 23
     In Honour of Milt . an Un Contest
                                                     First Place

Contest by Andrea Dietrich

Your Yummy Vacation

In a verdant valley shrouded with mist
there's a bakery no nose can resist

Izzy Lum's plum pies and cherry cream cakes
Taste scrumptious, like all the treats that he bakes

If you follow your nose up I-16
Trees tower and spread, no need for sunscreen

Italian buns and sweet Scottish toffee
Taste so yummy with your Dutch mint coffee

I assure you, from my ninety-nine trips
That Izzy's lime fudge will pucker your lips

Incidentally, what else you will find true
This aroma-blessed town has a great view

Inhale fresh air on the smooth, pristine lakes
Take a lovely stroll as you munch on cakes

Itineraries and trips come and go
Try venturing high and venturing low

Interest and joy of tours and camping
Too often leave you spent, bored and napping

I-16 is the road to elation
To your delicious, fine dream vacation

Written 8/25/22
Syllable counter
Dot Your I's And Cross your T's Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Hilo Poet

Joy and Friendship

Autumn's super moon is dazzlingly bright,
The Earth Princess views the super in a milky light.

Seasonal joy fills the poet's soul and cunning,
Clad in green, the landscape is rather stunning.

God made the moon and the brain the same way,
One side is clever, while the other is a dark display.

As yet, this upbeat side is still in prevailing sight
If one disregards the darkness, he is all right.

By virtue of its best features, the moon, and mind,
Inspire all living creatures on Earth with your kind.

Greens, mammals, flowers, people, and ecology,
We are thrilled by the moon and life's company.

Everyone gains widespread joyful calmness,
Water swells in the arch mimicking politeness.

Incidentally, they view, that the lily comes from the brain,
Fall is marked by joy and pretty blooms and birds again.


Written: July 24, 2022

8th Contest Winner 

Joy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh

Just One Among Many

A certain thirty-nine-year-old man who is blatantly Pro-Life
Never thought it worthwhile to take for himself the wife
Confessed to me that he has ten children by the same woman
He has the reproductive habits of some notable vermin!
This single woman has spent her life, thus far, raising his spawn
A man who never gave a thought to putting a condom on,
Told me he has never changed a diaper or nursed a sick kid
Or wondered where his next meal is coming from, heaven forbid!
His children, classic cases of those deprived of a loving father,
Will likely be a burden on society for longer than they’d rather
Now consider that one of the ten might become a serial killer ~~
Wouldn’t it have been better if that one had been an abort?
Be that as it may, worst is that they will continue to consort.
What are pro-lifers doing to give poor kids better living styled?
Seeming to care more for a collection of cells than a living child. 

Written June 27, 2022
[Incidentally, this is a true account of a man
I met yesterday who does yardwork for cash
to avoid child support!]

The Weather Idioms Gal

Good morning, folks, welcome to my show.
Come rain or shine, I’ll tell you what you need to know.

Up north it’s raining cats and dogs; even farther up
toward the border there’s brewing a storm in a teacup.

But it will be lightening fast, yes, just a tease.
And after it has passed, everything will be a breeze.

In the central area, they’ll be chasing rainbows.
Not to steal the anchorman's  thunder, that’s just how it goes.

Down south, they’ll take a rain check on the rain.
Incidentally, our governor is a weather vane!

My head may be in the clouds, but I predict tomorrow will be fine.
In fact, divine; in every region we’ll be on cloud nine.

March came in like a lamb, so I predict it goes out like a lion.
Tie your things down well; in the wind they may be flyin'. 

March 19, 2022
For Matt Caliri's You're A Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest

Earth's Inaugural Lovesong

If you see and hear and feel,
smell and taste what's real
about yourself
within our ecosystemic
polyculturing
eco-political cells

Indigenous to Earth's changing lively habitat
of co-redemptive
bicamerally resilient
EgoHealth/EcoSafe Wealth

Together co-invested secular yang strong
yet also sacredly yintegral WholeEarth 
bouncy Flow co-empathically cooperative
ego/eco-relation
Ships
no longer co-incidentally passing
in non-violent 
compassionate communing nights, 

Then what difference remains
between your personal 
sacred theological 
felt enlightening experience,
and our secular ecological 
co-empowering theory,
empirical?

I hoped to write
and boldly sing Earth's holistic
healing love song,
but all I got
was this coincidental moment,
integrity's potential
in-between instead.

Absorbed

TELL me, dear, everything which occupies you
LAY each piece out, display your soul
SELL me utterly all components, oldest to new
SAY absolute etirety, without any toll

FEEL my hands reaching musty content gently 
DRAWN out painlessly, your dark place
REVEAL shame and sins as though incidentally
TORN from humiliation without a trace

BEGIN to trust your ribcage, competent holder
Of HEART, outlandish desires wrapped 
WITHIN terror of memory allowed to smoulder
DEPART from a prison, ribcage relaxed

IMMERSED in latitude, stream jumping joyous
FORGIVENESS view gifts expansion
TRAVEVERSED in unison, a vocalised voyage 
DELIVERS cognition spun in tandem

BLUEST of blue moons we nurture, accessible
GIVING your mind renews our reward
TRUEST thoughts I massage make it possible 
LIVING with wisdom, sharing one orb



        13th November 2020 


        Written for Contest:  In Rhymes Sublime
        Sponsor:   Joseph May

African Widow

Her late husband, badly missing
Possibly last week, still kissing
On his account, all companies shunning,
Their jokes she once loved, stunning.
Her meals eating with unhygienic cutlery,
Sometimes with none, as though lost to burglary.

In the nearest cupboard imprisoning her body creams,
Her emaciating body stirring no dreams.
A switching over to cheap black earrings
And necklaces like a dull rain cloud:
A maintenance of voice without lively wings, 
No expression of her thoughts aloud.

The bare earth for sitting her rump,
An approaching centipede not likely to make her jump.

Just the actions that onlookers assure
She wasn't her spouse's murderers:
Simply decisions that tighten the gossipy's jaw
And prove her a simply unfortunate tigress.

Incidentally, the prime suspect over her husband's demise, 
His Kins-folks asserting that it is no surmise:
How she had his very last meals tampered with,
Much attention to this drawing like a pith.

Not though defenceless, The African Widow:
With potent curses equipped besides Jesus' shadow
And touching tears by the grave of her husband
That don't fail to her adversaries crush an army band.

Man Blinded

Man blinded by the road of many truths 
Lets his heart or cart of knowledge 
get before his horse named Hope
Needs to find blind Faith for Hope to win the race 
and incidentally will confirm the identity of Grace

Exploring the Crows Nest - Bawdy

Our nickname for bogeys was 'crows'
Small fingers were wedged up our nose 
We got frequently told
Please stop digging for gold
Did I excavate ... shh no one knows!

 
www.theanswerbank.co.uk/Phrases-and-Sayings/Question165276.html


As children we called bogeys ‘crows’ it is a regional word in the Derby/Nottingham/Stoke areas... incidentally my hubby grew up about 5 miles from where I lived yet he called them bogeys

7/13/19

Incidentally

Here as I sit
With funny wit
Jest works a spell
That now does tell


In glimpse of light
I feel zest sight
A touch of ease
In new-found lease


If only I
Can live that sigh
In vivid trace
That floods this space


Now that I know
A profound flow
Note thoughts that come
To spark brisk sums


If you must ask
Beyond mere bask
Then know that time
Echoes crisp rhymes


So pluck the best
From pun and fest
To find the way
To buzz that plays


Look to crisp fun
To help you run
In tempo brisk
As love greets risk


And hereI go
To meet the flow
That sparks may light
The tale most bright



Leon Enriquez
22 June 2019
Singapore

Never Let Me Go

NEVER LET ME GO
     
      Joint journey juncture juxtaposed.
       Pondered, planned, promised to pursue in peace and patience.
        Incidentally if I infatuate or induce indifference,
         No negative notion: Neither ‘No’ nor ‘Nope’.
         Once I lost lavender love and now shining sparkling like cynosure.
           My ardent ardour, amour in glamour now to glitter.

          Value our valiant venture vanquishing vanity and variance.
          Luminous love lightens laden life not to lose liking.
        Allure, attract, admire me to adore you.
      Darling! Don’t deviate or distract disowning me.
     Never let me go but to glow gorgeous glistening in glory.  
   Let your firm faith flow flashing fervid fervent flame.
      

    03/31/19          
                     Fourth place
 'Pick up a Title'  Vol 3. Alliteration Contest by Edward Ibeh 

  ' My Lost and Found Love'

    Contest by JCB Brul

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