SITTING ON MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES
LOST IN THOUGHT, BUT THINKING OF NOTHING AND NOONE
SO MANY RIVERS HAVE CHANGED IN RANGE OF FLOW
UNEXPECTED ARE THE DIRECTIONS THAT THE ROCKS SKIP
IT IS THEN THE THE MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES BECOME AMBIDEXTROUS
UNPREDICTABLE ARE THE INTERCHANGES OF TIME
ALL BREEZEWAYS AND ENTRYWAYS BECOME MORE NARROW WITH ABUSED AGE
ALL OF A SUDDEN A STORM BREWS WITH CONSTIPATED RAGE
THE LAXATIVE OF RELEASED FREEDOM IS A MUCH WELCOMED CHAPTER OF EXHILARATING EXHALATION
THE MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES DISSIPATE WHEN THE SLUMBERS ARE THE DEEPEST
MASSAGE CHAIRS FRESH FROM SOME ABANDONED MALL WILL BE CHOSEN NEXT TIME, NEXT CHAPTER
Categories:
interchanges, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Depletion of interchanges and expressions of information thru verbal networking is it the key? Misconceived and lacks freedom of one's expression in many ways of involving oneself often misconceived through speeches,
feelings, ideas and opinions, language barriers. Cogitate on the past, consider the
present and meditate on the future, Without
verbal communication one wouldn't function as thinking beings.
Categories:
interchanges, 1st grade, appreciation, career,
Form: Free verse
The truthful liar mesmerized no one
Even his most fervent followers fell short.
We watched his interchanges which seemed crazy,
And his bragging and grandiose plans abort.
His love seemed wrapped up in his loving buck,
Stealthy snake-like purport with enemies he would consort.
Boom! He was on the TV. Crash! He threw out a tweet.
Snorting, chortling, boredom ripe for a big red port.
We watched him boast and brag, some disgusted be.
Formative finance foreman finds a forever fort.
Political dissonance turning our country upside down.
Misogynist buffoon yelling fake news as a new sport.
Thy vileness and thy nastiness befouls thyself,
Thy fantasticalselfishness flamboyantly galantort,
Reinforces our mindfulness that being President is just a sport.
Lines 1 oxymoron 2 enjambment 3 homographs 4 inversion 5 homonyms
Lines 6 internal rhyme 7 onomatopoeia 8 consonance 9 hyperbaton 10 alliteration
Lines 11 metaphor 12 allusion 13 archaism 14 neologism 15 dissonance
Written 8-19-2018 Contest: A Litany of Poetic Devices
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
interchanges, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
highways take a fall when we come around
there will never be evidence of resurrection
when we run stop signs, there is no caution to any type of wind
the next several interchanges reek of broken promises and later regrets
wherever we turn, happiness has relocated to anywhere green grass actually grows
now we are jaywalkers claiming everything is okay
lying to ourselves, we urbanize a country road
we go on and on and on and on until we head off in separate directions
i stop for lodging, but you stop for coffee....
Categories:
interchanges, life, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
there is no other love
one is water on the mind of my soul
it is never truly magic until created through the work required
now here we are....living together but homeless within the dwelling
the internal guessing games becomes similar to trivial persuit
our individual vision are now mostly consumed with wondering
if i could build a greenhouse in the center of your mind
lavender vibes would overtake the musty afterthoughts previously thought to be nonexistent
u-turns and cloverleaf interchanges would merge needfully to make our way back to the essence of our genuine love's roots
when the water is spread
and the magic has mesmerized
the overall conclusion formed is that the square root of love....is love....like no other....
Categories:
interchanges, love,
Form: Free verse
hello to the unknown pretender
goodbye to the overexposed defender
all my love to the taker, but never the resender
all the darkness has sharp edges
all the cavities have roadblocks for decoration
all the lesions have mercilessly given pledges
all the blackheads have blockaded all attempted restoration
i offer you flowers, but you want golden stairsteps
i offer you interchanges, but you want platinum destinations
i offer you clarity, but you want festive, material chaos
i offer you me, but you want the thorn crown of melancholy
knowing this in the now like POW!,
i depart not in frustration, but in a
Deeper Depth of the Discovery of Self....
all i can now do is offer you the warm side of an Alladin's lamp
i hope that the wishes you make will only beautify the maintenance of your personal satisfaction
if I who is ME cannot fulfill your individual zest with additional glee,
then i can only kiss the Welcome Mat of Prayer and welcome back the Internally Divine Player....
Categories:
interchanges, goodbye, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A canyon junction west of Soledad
and south of Mint (named for purple sage) –
this scoured maze of Canyon Country
where I rode bareback
down arroyos, leaving hoofprints in sand.
Today, I’ll stop at the general store –
does it still sell bubble gum and dry goods?
Recollection is so fuzzy in 9th grade.
Who cares for canyons
on the late-bus under stars?
Today, my map shows no way
to get there. Everything’s re-engineered,
highway widened for commuters;
interchanges. Do canyons still exist
under terraced multi-something homes
and quick stops? Where is Solemint?
Next off-ramp, I’ll drive
to the end of the road. Walk
till I find sand unbulldozed, eroding
like time.
I’ll listen for birds in the arroyo,
a promise of water. I’ll climb higher
and look for purple sage. Sniff
deeply. I’ll feel cold wind off the passes.
Can I still taste Solemint?
Categories:
interchanges, childhood
Form: Free verse