I fall into nubla cloud
my soul, its song too small for sky
my lungs gasp fog-rich air
diablo occlusions on my lips
my O slips from its mark
at cloud's cumulus
an altocumulonimbus skims my skin
my footfall spirals
a clout in updraft
sky on sky
my U falls
into all that stays aloft—
all thit wos
thut wyll as
virga drofts
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What did you do?
Acting cool
Making VIP alpha list
Curling a fist?
Scan word floor
You may find four
Sounding good
As writings should
So, summon 'a,i,o,u'
Hush, 'I am not through'
Using this writing tool
Pointing out fools
Swimming in soup pool
Starting buzz
With its warming fuzz
Hail king
Only thing
That will sing
Following 'A', in command
Major B, who has a plan
To find a way out of this jam
My young child, I bid you good night
Now go to your room and light
Your fantasy story sight
Taking you far
Lapping any shooting star
Outback sky a dark
canvas of cold stars.
Wind blows across dry dirt,
tossing grains of sand
against rocky crusts.
No clouds in sight.
A dingo calls out
to a bright moon.
Sitting upon a high cliff,
looking for a small,
quick hop
of a kangaroo.
Harsh shrubs stand still.
Night brings a sharp chill,
calming a sun-burnt land.
At dawn, currawong
will sing again.
But now, it is tranquil.
Shadows wash
all colour away.
Only a faint glow stays,
a ghost of hours past.
In the term of birth, fields begin to mend.
Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber,
Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end.
Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber.
Virgin trees rock gently in morning breeze,
yellow snowdrops greet tulips with bluebells.
Fresh flowers entice butterflies with bees,
seducing senses through hypnotic spells.
Sweet chorus of robins, trills through blue sky.
Their songs echo in golden morning hues.
Clouds hover in puffs of ivory dye.
Sun glows, inspiring my poetic muse.
Cherry blossoms look so perfect in pink
but their brief life, ponders the mind to think.
To write poems missing one vowel
I'm struggling, you should see me scowl
Nice sponsor Emile
Won't know how I feel
I’m tempted to throw in the towel!
I thought writing this would be fun
Though Emile’s contest I won’t shun
My words will not flow
Bonce is being slow
My muse whispers why don’t you run!
I’m sitting here on my blue stool
I’ve finished my poem, it’s cool
Now I must check my work
From this job I won't shirk
By following Emile’s vowel rule!
In a world void of trust and loyalty
It's hard to find a happy family
It's as though it's nothing unusual in this country
Said air thick with vulgarity, disdain, and incivility
I lock my mind and turn to music, obstructing the cacophony
Blocking its aim to drain my will, continuing on with probity
Soothing songs of faith wash through my soul, guarding my tranquility
You may think that writing
is dysfunctional-
to script a thought not using
that sign of ABCs post-D.
This art that's built of words
is inspiration-bound;
finding worthy, optional picks
not sounding lordly.
It is most frustrating
to omit that sign-
manipulating, controlling
word forms in a satisfying way.
Committing to construction-
painfully choosing-
discarding- to find again-
class vocabulary to display.
A Lipogram can truly stump
a sharp, rhapsodic mind.
But, constancy can always win-
by solution found in kind.
January 23, 2023
Contest: Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rules: Do Not Use The Letter E
Checked with PS Grammar
Rhyme Zone
It was so tough
Making this song
Without a bit of stuff
And composing it long.
Though it sounds plain
Know my hardship;
I dont want to abstain
So I'm straining my grip.
This is now fun
Now that I'm through
I will do it again
And try to win it too.
Although it's just
A dripping dam,
With a proud hand, i must
Sign my first lipogram.
22.01.2023
Submitted for 'Lipogram Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Sweltering summer temperatures
and warm sultry summer nights
left me scratching my legs red raw
I hate receiving nasty insect bites
I’d slather bare limbs with cream
that the chemist had given me
Bites are an issue that I live with
itchy red legs are quite unsightly
Every beach dress skims the earth
and I ensure I spray all my skin
But these heartless hungry critters
find a gap and they get stuck in!
I’ve spent all my hard earned cash
yet have been unable find a cure
Why can’t these creepy crawlies
abstain, their bites I can’t endure
A friend suggested that I purchase
a new-fangled electric bug racquet
It zaps the pesky bugs with each swat
and E-Bay didn’t charge me a packet!
The package arrived back in May
with my electric zapper I’m smitten
I’ll carry it with me all summer
I am certain I’ll never get bitten!
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Letter O has been omitted
Rhyme checked with rhymezone
06/17/21
Hating isn't for whole of my life,
Yet in here, I have to create a strife.
We shall wait till the poem, I finish
Then I'll embrace thee going swinish.
Grant me now, I'll pretend,
My hatred will blow to an end.
Ever since the time we met,
My loathing grew strong, I bet.
Don't advance near me, ever
The glare I bear here will lever,
That will throw thee to a distant,
Never to be, anyway persistent.
Farther away shall thee go
As I yell with a wrinkled brow,
Yet my heart shall cry in fear
Lest we lose the closeness, so clear.
I am almost getting over
Come nearer, let's see the changeover
I am a Q whose life will be vainly dark
If I am alone like in a lone park.
In the kingdom of Pu’u ‘O’o,
domicile of Pélé
summits of molten stone
crowned with ginger blossoms, orchids, hibiscus,
the stone hips of the wells of fire were skirted with towering fronds;
the ground moved
with rhythmic steps,
Pélé’s Thunder drums.
Joy poured down the rock
red, yellow, glowing-gloss rolling like honey
over the edge of the cliff,
turning the surf, the tide, the brine into clouds.
Sept 12 2020
Contest A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Fly, butterfly, but slowly fly;
Being drunk with celestial glow,
If you try, and fly high: sky high,
Your wings will burn, and you will die.
Fly, butterfly, but not so high;
Fly slowly and low, so you know,
Celebs you see live not so nigh,
If you try, and fly high, you’ll die.
Fly, butterfly, yet never try
To go beyond the nature’s flow;
If you do, and try to fly high,
Down you will go, and you will die.
Aug. 30, 2020
A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I avoided using letter "A".
https://www.rhymezone.com/ for rhyming
(stanza 1: a, b, a, a / stanza 2: a, b, a, a / Stanza 3: a, b, a, a / stanza 4: a, b, a, a)
https://www.howmanysyllables.com (each line has 8 syllables)
Prestigious Emile Pinet
Sponsor, I'm writing to let you know
I will not be entering your Contest
- Why do you feel you should judge my work?
I possess the pretty form of cotton fluff clouds
whispy pink serenity of sunset splendour
My fingers hold unending pencil of enduring strength
On my feet, shoes of pure gold
Everywhere I go, people bow to honour my keen skill
Word sequencing pumps in my blood
Gifted quill spills ink invincible!
If you don't know, the sheer bulk of poems
exist inferior to my superb unique style
Without doubt, my writing is too good
to be seen in your mediocre list!
Just for reinforcement, - here is my one hundred
percent pledge to refuse your offer
I will not submit work for your pitiful Contest
Now Sponsor, I must go, confining your scope
to those dull dim entries coming soon
My jittered limbed urge implores my continued
drinking of copious cups of coffee to fuel
my incredible hot ripe mind in streets of genius
Kind Wishes, politely declining
Contest: A Lipogram
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
29th August 2020
... Let's use our logic to determine
- - It's long overdue - -
We need to open the borders
It's time for business to thrive once more
Tourism definitely experienced suffering enough
- - Let's lobby for this - -
Lots of people will be reunited with loved ones
Schools now functioning in full force
Simple shopping trips completed quickly
- - Government, Get it done!! - -
Trucks no longer need to pile up in queues by the border
Goods delivered more quickly to distributors
Citizens smoothly flowing from one county to the next
- - We're without much sense - - -
To think the virus won't return in some dimension
Undoubtedly it will worm its hideous germ in further from here
Possibility of complete suppression is ridiculous!
- - The cure is nigh, don't worry - -
Together, our country will see brighter horizons
Indeed, the entire World will see heightened benefits
Of the sensible policy to reopen closed borders
* * 'A' Lipogram * *
27th August 2020
Keen to meet his pretty new girlfriend,
He put on his best expensive shirt,
He combed his long curls to recent trend,
Well ironed trousers, no speck of dirt!
Brushed perfect teeth to glistening white,
Tested smile on mirror for effect,
Hint of perfume, the blue tie just right,
Who would deny youngster so perfect!
Ushered into expensive hotel,
He slowly looked for his lovely friend,
Beside scented bouquet is his belle,
Smiling she greeted him to her end,
Dressed in crimson with embroidery,
If love could personify, she is it,
Her lips, her cheeks like some pink berry,
Glowing emotion in room dim lit!
God does not live in some unknown sphere,
Do not look for Him in church or books,
See God in the love of these two here,
Their joys, their kisses, their divine looks!
‘A’ Lipogram poetry’ contest
No letter ‘A‘
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Written 26/08/2020
Checked at howmanysyllables. com
(9 syllables except line 14 which has 10)
Rhyme words checked at rhymezone.com
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