Reimagine the future
honor the past
Live in the moment
first ever last
Change the perspective
fences destroyed
Polar invectives
cursed to employ
The baby and bathwater
image du jour
Becoming the instant
your lens is secured
Honor the future
reimagine the past
Live beyond either
— your essence recast
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Categories:
invectives, perspective, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
Little bird sings and the big one croaks
One is happy, the other is rile
If you hear them, you don't have to be coaxed
To enjoy this morn for awhile
The garbage truck took the litter away
All the remnants of food and stuff
So the big bird had a point to say
Some invectives, the most rough
But the little bird has another view
Enjoying the pale winter sun
She is singing madly for me and you
While the day hasn't yet began.
Categories:
invectives, i love you, morning,
Form: Rhyme
snakes uncoil...
ready to strike
before
rattling their tails.
flames of rage crackle;
white-hot on
highway.
two drivers
hissing,
exchanging
invectives
madness reigns supreme!
game of Russian roulette
played...
with lives on the road.
Writing Challenge - Yalto Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date: 12/03/2022
Categories:
invectives, analogy, anger, emotions, men,
Form: Verse
Ravenous dream, cluttered and unclean.
Aberrant darkness, hideous and unseen.
Raging killer, seething; hardly breathing.
Raving butcher, leaving death and bleeding.
What demons lurk for a murderer in a gay enclave?
Name the repressed desires by which the slayer is enslaved.
How many kills kill off latent amorous specters in his heart?
Craven homophobe assassinates his shadow from the start.
What torrent of torment molds a gay executioner?
What self-loathing this child of incendiary invectives?
What self-shaming open wounds forever fester?
What ambiguous mask to hide the emotive?
What type of culture is so threatened by how we love?
What perversion of fear breeds within so many thereof?
What sinister civilization spreads this hate potion?
What dogma of night terrors releases this poison?
Ravenous phantoms, virulent apparitions,
The shooter never lacking in ammunition.
Delicate petals hold ethereal love and kindness.
The rifleman can never kill them in his blindness.
Categories:
invectives, culture, hate, love, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
Fun writing forms - a fascination.
Some might end in assassination;
others, invectives, wild gyrations.
Voila! perfection… titillations!
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A Droigneach is an Irish quatrain with a bunch of additional "rules" regarding end rhyme length, inner rhymes / cross rhymes, alliteration, start/end sound. This hits most of those, perturbs a few. Just messing around this morning...
Categories:
invectives, appreciation, writing,
Form: Quatrain
Sir Edmund Clerihew Bentley
passed away, so he sent me.
He wrote of gumshoe detectives,
and eschewed dumb invectives.
Categories:
invectives, appreciation,
Form: Clerihew
Look, we know
The silent screams of yesterday moan on
Between the quiet dances with
Some random God Queen.
All days are like this.
All dogs love this.
Here it is:
Straight from the center of Heartbreak America.
The undulating weirdness that is all and
Our unifying impulse to label all of the "is all."
While yesterday hurls invectives,
Future gently nudges with a
Presumptive smile,
A scheming brain.
Now beat it. Just beat it.
Be there for your microwave.
Avoid going insane.
Take heart this is your only life
With this inexcusable amount of strife.
Categories:
invectives, life, time,
Form: Free verse
He keeps trying his barrage
of raging vitriol, but it's a blunt knife
on his target's alligator skin
A predictable high school bully
with the same ol' lines of attack.
His target always sees them coming...
and the invectives inflict no pain!
The bully sharpens the blade
with each try, then slashes and stabs
in rapid succession...
but the knife never breaks his victim's skin,
and the funny thing about it is...
the bully seems to be the one bleeding!
One fine day, the boy
bravely stands up for himself
with this unvarnished truth...
"You repeatedly try to cut me open,
yet you lacerate yourself each time
you fail to break me; and you'll keep
failing, so choose your next victim!"
Bravo, kiddo, bravo!
Submitted for...
Strand Select 12,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/15/2020
Date written: 01/12/2020
Categories:
invectives, appreciation, boy, courage, irony,
Form: Verse
Words are double-edged swords
On one hand, they're used to teach and inspire
They're used to express love, to charm,
To communicate wants and needs effectively
Words are golden; emotionally soothing
When draped with silken tenderness;
Treated with care like fragile glass
On the other hand, when weaponized;
Thrusted like an epee to impale a thin skin,
Wielded like a machete to cut someone down...
They can inflict unhealing wounds!
Just like a bullet can't be sucked back into
The chamber after the trigger is pulled,
Deeply hurtful invectives can't be unsaid.
The damage done won't be completely repaired,
No matter how sincere an apology.
So when passions are inflamed, it's important
To pause, take a deep breath, and let our anger
Dissipate before we say something we regret.
Date written: 10/28/2019
Categories:
invectives, analogy, anger, metaphor, perspective,
Form: Lyric
"The body, like the oak, is bent and gnarled,
The shallow-rooted mind is overthrown,
When we are near the evening of the world."
---From, 'Runes for an Old Believer", by Rolfe Humphries
Facebook post: "Respect your elders!"
My mind may not be now
as nimble as once it was,
and although I might see all
with jaundiced sight, not fresh,
not new, my mood is mostly
cool and quite calm.
--- Until, that is,
some brash provocateur
begins to essay an attack,
thinking to erase the marks
my words have made and to
overwrite them with his own.
I care not very much that he
with logic may displace my niche,
nor cleverly might mock me.
But to disparage Age in dotage,
with vile invectives, is doltish,
brutish and dumbfounding.
My sweetest comfort is
to have no doubt that he
(nor others of his ilk) will
never see how ineffectual
must be this mild complaint.
Categories:
invectives, age, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
A Tribe of Trolls
A tribe of trolls escaped their cage!
Now rabid wrath and rancor rage.
Hurling hurt from hidden hellholes
(most notably, their toilet bowls),
they flush their filth across your page …
Anonymity sets the stage
for word-“warriors” who rampage
as today’s internet unrolls
a tribe of trolls …
Let’s hail the stone-age cyber sage,
“bravely” mounting his mouse to wage
invectives with the screens he scrolls.
Unmask their names! Expose the trolls!
Let public shaming disengage
a tribe of trolls.
E. V. Wyler
Categories:
invectives, anti bullying, bullying, computer,
Form: Rondeau
Monkey chant and fake fraternity front
Brandished on the grand soccer stage
Rush Russian bear invectives to decant
Insanity and indignity rolled into ribald rage.
Monkey chant and plastic smile politics grow blunter
In post-Soviet soccer stadia. Russian bears under the aegis of cosmopolitanism
Cultivate a bilateral and multilateral blunder
In a soccer show that rings and springs up hollow hooliganism.
Monkey chant voiced in soccer stadia
Embarrasses the beautiful ball with blue eyes
Brown eyes regardless of the putrid propaganda mass media
Propagate to unbind spectators in sub-human sties.
Monkey chant is a shame on humanity’s shoulders
On which human faces united by soccer cry
For opportunities to brush and stash aside blunder boulders
That obstacles and debacles of racism and recidivism multiply.
Categories:
invectives, poems,
Form: Free verse
Woven in a lava oven and driven into the pit of despondency
Where light at the end of a tunnel dims
Parents explode and implode as darkness swamps ascendancy
Leading parents to wonder if their children curse their dreams.
Challenges in meninges and syringes singe petrified parents
Whose aspirations and predictions that wayward children tear
Their world asunder in the midst of invectives, calumnies and taunts
Drive detractors to wonder why pusillanimous parents children bear.
Influenced, incensed and unbalanced in a variety of ways
Children’s personalities somersault and assault
Parents aspirations and predilections switching off rays
Teeming with hope in a satire scope to brush aside meek manners taught.
A shaft of light sometimes in parents’ shivering shrouds shines through
As parents from their uncomfortable cocoons debunk secrecy
In conversations with sent strangers to achieve a breakthrough
That restores hope, clarity and on their torture tom-tom sprinkles mercy.
Categories:
invectives, poems,
Form: Free verse
She's running hot again, scorching hot, my friend ...
unstable, volcanic temper ready to blow
Her angry face burns with a cherry-red glow
Something someone said has gotten under her skin
Emotional lava is erupting into the air,
smoking invectives heats the uneasy atmosphere
When Ms. Vesuvius rages, it's best to steer clear
Even better yet, it's best to be elsewhere
You don't wanna be around when she blows her top,
will bring the whole house burning down on you
Burn you to a crisp is what her fierce anger will do
No cool, calm words will make that raging fire go out
Ms. Vesuvius carries a blazing torch of a tongue,
I suggest keep her spirit mellow, if you are wise
Any untoward words keep to yourself, I advise
Her anger is so destructive once the cap is sprung
Flee quickly everyone when that lava temper starts flowing,
don't get caught in the presence of her meltdown
If you value your life, head swiftly to safer ground
Woe to those who ignore the signs of Ms. Vesuvius blowing
Categories:
invectives, allegory, anger, woman, word
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Apathy is a viper with vehement venomous fangs,
Which crunch clenches tight, imposing its poisonous pain.
Injected invectives of predatory infestations feed their dejected prey's infection;
Parasitic Succubi sip on succulent souls, spat out in no direction after dissection.
Purge my pathetic and partitioned soul of this demonic rape!
Spare me, please, oh divine Earthen elementals of this cloaken cape,
Whose masked cowl creeps over my spirit with fear,
And the wicked ennui applauding for the end to near.
Categories:
invectives, depression, fear,
Form: Couplet
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