Rhythm, rhyme, and resonance.
Riddle, riffle through.
Red run roundabout? Last chance.
Buried deep in blue.
Stifle, sound of silence?
Better not ask why.
Victory bequeaths violence!
Somebody must die!
Pool up, silk thread, on my spool.
Thunder, fly at once.
Help the boy to keep it cool!
Goblin, grinning, guns!
Tyrant of the ancient waste?
How does success taste?
O ye virgins, art thou chaste?
Turkey legs a-baste!
Lobbied for, O hobby? When?
Now or then again?
Gods of death, a death! Try ten.
Dragon, from thy den...
Rattlesnake, thy timber.
Cone of volcano.
Hurry, Blizzard! Cause shiver!
Bloom, thy bungalow.
Dun the skies on Martian soil.
Fate, must we embroil?
O ye serpents, thus to coil!
Water hot to boil...
Figure eight? It's gotten late.
All men hate to wait.
Cross the desert or the strait?
Limestone gone to plate!0
Categories:
lobbied, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Chronic
Fool, that I was, I thought to be more
Only to be gutted, and left on the shore.
To Doctor’s appointments, I dutifully arrived
To be sent away, told lie after lie.
You look so good, you must feel fine?
The only explanation, “it’s all in your mind”.
The package so shinny, the skin, so bright,
The body inside, it’s tainted with blight.
So many years, I lobbied and I strived,
Wanting more, than just to survive.
Nothing’s possible, all dreams, gone
Once, I danced, now, pain’s pawn.
The day’s are listless, seas, becalmed,
Waiting for light, without hope of dawn.
Categories:
lobbied, abuse, allegory, anger, loss,
Form: Rhyme
There is a bubble of illusion right here on the soup
Its shadow still finds the same sozzled group
This conjuring is cloaked and lobbied with scripture
But ego confuses the muse and its picture
Artistry is squandered and concealed by the night
Infractions are made in the absence of light
When opportunity is lost, despair fuels our anger
Conviction falls duped to this unyielding danger
Compassion and patience, are a poet’s best cure
Lost thoughts will return, of this I am sure
May your pen drip with ink and your ego soon go
Your muse will return, it’s just ebb and flow
5/17/22
Bubble of Illusion Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
lobbied, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
300 nights I’ve been here a-pacin’,
I’ve got clothes, all shiny and new!
This whole year, my time’s been a-wastin',
someday this endless virus will be through.
On the news, they say there’s a serum,
soon I’ll have to take one or two.
Crowded clubs, where music’s a-playin’,
I bet I can get into one or two.
There are boys, out there just for kissin',
and someday, I’ll kiss one or two.
I’ll find out, just what I’ve been missin',
I’ll bet I won’t get home `til one or two.
There are guys, of nineteen or twenty,
and they know, just what to do.
Shiny toys, just waitin’ for choosin’,
maybe I’ll pick one... or two!
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ok, funny note. I post my poems on several websites and on Quora, several of my readers lobbied me to change the last line of this poem - to follow the "one or two" theme. So, in a way, the last line is "crowd sourced" - and I must say also much improved =]
Thanks guys!
Categories:
lobbied, 11th grade, boy, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
There's a subversive plot afoot many do not note,
A hidden plan on national scale to manipulate the vote.
American leaders instituted a conspiracy to lie,
Millions lost their right to vote out of the public eye.
After southern reconstruction anti suffrage took its place.
Many didn't realize it was all based on race.
Lawmakers took away prisoners' right to vote,
Convicted blacks denied in the laws they wrote.
A quarter of the world's people jailed are here,
sentenced to the maximum penance.
Legislators intentionally violate minority rights,
every time judges impose their sentence.
America has the world's largest population incarcerated,
Advocates have lobbied passionately but are exasperated.
Six million convicted voters are in play,
Election outcomes could start to sway.
National elections can be won or lost on a percent or two,
Prison votes could effect a difference, even if they're few.
You probably didn't connect prisoners to votes, nor did I
Until I understood the hidden reason why.
If I could wave a wand, this travesty would go away.
But all I can do is tell you and hope for a better day.
Categories:
lobbied, america, integrity, political, prison,
Form: Couplet
Northpole Sauce
I'm a lyrical wizard
Wit lyrics my wizardry a blizzard
Young Santa fly like I'm blitzen
No Christmas
But haters know that im gifted
My spirit is merry an haters on my giftlist
But my flow naughty I know I wouldn't be listed
If Santa was real I would be getting coal
But these haters they know that I'm nice
They sugar I'm spice
Hot But no comet
Mistletoe shining
I'm Rudolph wit diamonds
Got some Elfs with me plotting
Coolin with dasher I'm not cool with Dancer
Cause she a prancer
No Cupid for these Vixen
world so cold got to keep on mittens
Haters they jolly
Want Santa lobbied in a Kamikaze
Santa goin floss
Y'all just a Clause
Santa don't talk
He just exalt
These presents he brought
I just make em Cough
I make em sick time to take a loss
That's how much these presents they cost
I got that sauce
An it is frost
Categories:
lobbied, christmas, poetry, riddle,
Form: Free verse
Standing on a sandisland
I was looking at the landscape
of the aura of a lobbied avatar.
The chill was spreading on the river unfazed.
The sassafras had a logistics network
to penetrate in the oysters, becoming
grayish white pearls of wisdom.
It will protect you from any insult.
When the temple of learning was
being rebuilt, the words were finding
an echo in sky’s fear of abduction.
The sun was hiding behind the lies.
In a trance I move unmindful
of interbreeding. Some grizzly thoughts
were near the cave of skeletons. The
panther was readying to jump out.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
lobbied, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?