The one that got away
Is one you never really had
Someone worthy would’ve stuck around
Through the good and the bad
The one that get away
Only did you a favor
Because that’s not a flavor
That you really wanna savor
The one that got away
Was only around for the good
They wouldn’t stick by you in hard times
Like a real man or woman would
The one that got away
Really didn't elude you
They only out the way
So that you could do you
The one that got away
Wasn't the one at all
But the sum of all the other lames
With whom you shan’t involve
Competition for the few vetted by the fewer
What's seen subjectively haughty choosing of a loser
Visceral assertion deemed a sycophantic t w a t
Prideful ego lifted veinly all but one have been forgot
Not important but you made it so just take it as it is
You're a whipping boy of some poor schmuck a name upon a list.....
Bite Size Poem no.4 Poetry Contest
Lingering thoughts of what I've yet to learn
Ignite my mind with an intense desire
Flames to unearth answers for which I yearn
Emerge from ashes of a kindled fire
Secrets buried without being revealed
Myths and conundrums, I'll unveil their truth
Yarns and ancient riddles that have been sealed
Solved, though I do not claim to be a sleuth
That would give us cause for celebration
Enigmas that hold such great mystery
Release their reasons for fascination
In aliens throughout our history
Explaining Stonehenge; a site I ponder
Searching for solutions, I must wander
12/8/20
Lifes Mysteries
Sponsor: John Hamilton
O son of the morning,
You have come in the dark hour,
The darkness have drenched my strengths,
And, I am as handicap as the lames on lonely paths.
O cold Angel,
You have come with vigor,
I pray you this once,
If you do not know my father's love,
Do not touch my soul.
O light of the darkness,
My days are young,
Call 105 years to come.
Date: Sat, Jan 9 2016 at 5:56 PM
So sick of these Lames
Im major Payne with the purple heart in Flames
To the cradle to the Grave
This rap game my parade my arcade
Stop throwing shade
You know the sun still in his Rays
Time to Glo like I'm in Glo Gang
I'm in my Glo in my Soul Plane
This the New Soul Train
I'm like D Wade Shooting the Tre
But I won't see haters Fade away
Got these Ace of spades
These Trumps to Play
Cause you Jokers made Bane
Go insane
I'm batman who went through his phase
Now I'm on the Stage
With ginsu blades
In my Jutsu Sage
Ninetails on a Rage
Naruto with the Seal broken
Now the Seal open
I'm spitting Egypt's Ten Plague's
Yeah ima live life for Christ
Until the afterlife
So Yall goin be my sacrifice
Tupac passed me the Mic
Got the gloves from Mike
Jacket with the Spikes
Moonwalking on Ice
I see the flashing lights
Birds call out in the
Evening indicating the end of
A carmine Autumn day,
Umber leaves dazzle brightly in
The sun's golden rays
Igniting the sky red with its
Fiery carnelian shades,
Under which we rejoice
Looking at the ruby sky.
Flames sizzle in the fireplace,
A reminder of what's outside,
Lovely colours floating down
Light up the chromatic naturescape.
09/10/18
FLAMBOYANT
Flamboyant blazes
in orange scarlet clusters.
Spring breeze moves bunches.
I gaze dreamy elusive
delusive, engrossed, absorbed.
Flamboyant vibrant
lames, dazzles in crimson glow,
merrily glistens.
Your sweet blush flashes in mind.
turning me wild passionate.
Flamboyant swings, sways.
Gust chases fallen pollen
whirling in circles.
Reminiscences push me
in abyss of deep vortex.
07/02/17
Edited on 09/27/20
'Completely Your Choice (17 ) Contest by Brian Strand
I-t's the day's x-factor,
R-ising sun warms the wind;
E-arly Wednesday April twelfth,
N-ight chill comes to an
E-nd.
F-lames from the fire
E-rase the dark of horror;
L-et the beacon begin,
I-t's the day's
X-factor.
F lames glimmered when our eyes first met
O ver coffee, pies, for a casual date,
R eveling at the gala of stars where
E very gaze, a turn, kept us in brewed delight .
V ibrantly, more fond moments unfurled,
E nchanting this budding ember of love to
R eel, to savor gaiety I never knew before.
I n my heart, I became free of thought
N estled in your safe arms , that oh gently
Y earning for days quenched my hunger as
O utpour of affection warmed all nights because
U nder grey of clouds, I was softly cradled
R efreshed by laughter …even in heavy rain,
E bbing on kisses beneath trees …how I pondered;
Y es, when you sipped that coffee with relish, such
E ndearment of this day was destiny fulfilled, as my
S oul climbed into your breath and lingered there. Ever.
A John Hamilton Contest: Forever in your eyes
7..23..2016
Why then do I cry when it pains?
Where then do I run to be saved?
Who then do I blame for my fade?
How then do I say it is great?
For my joy to be seen as a date,
Still true for my death it is pain,
Feel free it is warm it is lame,
For my joy to be seen it is caged,
True love never came to my same
Right now it is pain it is paid,
How the hell do I laugh when it rains?
When my fade is dry in the lane,
Fool who?
For you to be great,
It is life it is great for the lames,
Who is I to talk for the graves?
Because still I will be
Its a game,
Till then I will cry to be saved
For my soul to be touched to be tamed,
Hope then will come in my days
Otherwise its a wish and am lame.
Flames of desire mesmerize
Instantly provocative to tantalize
Recklessly smoldering embers stirred
Enticing arousal... seduction occurs
Stoking the fire again and again
No strings attached is only plan
Both have reasons to turn away
Smoke exhausts all reasons one day
Forbidden sex arouses all senses
Ghost voyeurs char pretenses
Once guilt and shame are activated
Hardcore explosions... incinerated
No strings attached cannot persevere
Fire leaves ashes of all we hold dear
Written 5-3-2016
ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Flames of distraction feeding my hunger
Inspires me ‘til the rain causes thunder
Rousing on a chilled night during autumn
Elegant candles, so glad you brought em’
Kindle of Venus gleaming in my heart,
shimmering endeavor, hands lighting sparks,
flares unbearable with passionate hands,
seems like our blazing glint has changed our plans.
Burning shimmers with a kiss on my cheek,
your ignition remains to make me weak,
our dazzling glow connects my soul to yours,
do you think we should take this fire indoors?
You’ve inspired my core to scorch with desire,
baby, thanks for seething me with your fire.
Sonnet Syllables: Ten syllables per line
checked at: howmanysyllables.com
Total # of syllables: 140 syllables
Total # of words: 101
Date Written: April 18, 2016
Absolutely I apologize, with lies an indecisive lashings.
Could this be my innocence or some good intentions lapsing.
Shoot the moon ,prowl penny less an lacking under her spell or just collapsing?
The smell of ever after ,lingers gently although attacking
Get off my voice from around my soul
A twisted artist knows ,lames lay
Blameless and tasted
Broken luck awaiting, while aware there cares are fading
Mimic minor threats
My head`s against the ceiling
Sunshine that`s what I`m dealing.
Whispers, whistles and whimpers graced the witless end
Far apart sprang strange smeared summer songs
Ruthless dark winter cloud oppressed the entire bend
Tang tong tongue twisted tales were narrated by the toothless
The weaning ones sat on the set sand
Not once nor twice did the melting sea ice rise
A fierce frost arose and all were driven to the land
Time telling term tales was all they could use
Every move tirelessly tempted the cloud to burst
They tumbled on tiny icy stars, just like the rice
At times voices and boasting images smiled from the east
Belly powdered powered women drank the curse
Fires from their pockets slaughtered their thighs
Anonymous panicking present embraced the past.
The piped lames and flames popped and aimed on the fading surface
A shopped chopped tray and a famished rat was what they needed
The clairvoyant forced a cry but all that appeared was a taunting face
In an automated power the sacrifice was loaded while all nodded
Peaked pears fell from the tomb and the fading surface wasn’t in place
As the wrath struck all knelt and pleaded.
Pouring lava into a cauldron
Atop the highest mountain
In the light of day and
Not resting till the end of day
To paint the sky scarlet;
With passion in my heart
I venture out at the break of day
To accomplish a task of
Herculean proportion:
Flames splashed across the sky
In a panoramic display of
Red, yellow and orange with
Ethereal grace and beauty!
~Best short Acrostic contest by Andrea Dietrich
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