Long Applause Poems
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Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.
Upon rising, awakened by
ripening scent teasing my nose,
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter of time, an extending
run of exclamatory chirps and wing-full
stretching –
Muse beckons, yielding to artist'
pen and eye – we are co-authors, exchanging
thoughtful leafs and sun-dipped pages; mingling natures,
swapping poetic voice, reversing positions of artist vs model –
conjuring word-images and interactive, painted-canvases – confounding our seasons of
blossoming and harvest, embracing God's budding voice and fruitful manifestations,
His nectar-ed, figurative language, blending human with Divine senses....
displaying contrasts that stimulate exploratory forming
and transitory shading – clearing and clouding
affects both inside and on my outside, as the clutter of
yesterday, and promise of a spring-like showers soak
crusty sediments with saturating, fertile possibilities;
all taking bows – the theater that of spiritual mastery –
Mystery is
my source, my echo, my chambered growth.
My resources, exploitable enclaves of poetic walls, primed,
awaiting both solid and abstract vibrations, energizing
experimental blurbs, those planned and random into searchable
articulations, grasping, too often vainly, for fantastical alliteration
of sterile, common-place views –
I am deepened and ready to let air
we are each our best audience
my left-hand meeting your right
for a brisk clap of inspiration followed
by riotous applause....
the causes i have lost
ever think the clouds
are hiding something
unfelt from birth
bounced around by atoms
grounded to beneath the ground
down
beaten like a beg
with no
rested pecs
Hero to nuns
ashamed suns
ending just befor
be
gin in a gin ring
unnoticedly unnotice a
bubble
dying from time
denying the seconds
out
round 2
this er keeps getting up
how
looking right threw me
with a listing lisping lips lubricate lusciously less
than naught
no's brought
the anti existent uneffisent to
cause a fuss
Spitting pity like leaded aero plain
as the knows on your face
ends of the human
race you to the bottom
Stop dare any God
stop my wor
nope no takers
ok demons djinns
here my jutting chin
Nope no one
you belittle me humanity
devolving so i dont belong
hope nature kills you
well thats your natural
state the truth
no fear for me
i dont believe the
now i put the instead of thee
what does the mean how many
dont know the meaning of simple words
watching love sold on revolving
on a crystal shelf
marked priceless
for all to bid on
and on this poem goes
but listen how the lines doth flow
almost hear the whispered wishes of a wave
forever breaking
a storms applause
or throw money
SUNFLOWER BEE
She’s illuminated in a garden of sunflowers.
The sun sways, with her charming momentum.
He loves to see her far off, like a twinkling star,
Tracing each beguiling movement, with his eyes.
The homogeneous field takes on a honey scent,
To which this buzzing bee, vaingloriously drifts.
She waves like the wind, rustling summer leaves,
And he imagines the warmth of her sunny hair.
A sudden rainstorm lifts her laugh into the heavens,
As she dances with outstretched tongue and arms,
And he runs to her side, catching her up, elated,
At the fit of her sodden dress, against his upturned heart.
She slides back down the rainbow of her mind.
Her honeybee hits one knee “Will you be mine?”
A diamond glints under the love-soaked skies.
She holds out her fingers like the queen of the hive.
“I do! I do! i do!” she screeches excitedly.
The sunflowers beam over her shoulder,
Admiring the heart-shaped piece of carbon glass,
The perfect cut for this lass, familial florid-niece.
Applause, as the sun’s rays quicken in serendipitous flush,
And two pairs of butterfly lips engage Eden’s paradise.
11/13/2017
Choose A Topic Contest: Love and Romance
Unrhyming Couplets
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
They watch as she moves across.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust.
She sits and gently crosses her legs.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
A man sings a song of melancholy.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
Another hums to a tune from Marvin Gaye.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
A man whistles, an applause.
Mad eyes
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
None stands to converse.
Mad eyes
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
She still sits alone, waiting.
Mad eyes
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
Time passes, they still stare.
Mad eyes
Green with envy
Blue with lust,
She walks on out, alone again.
Mad eyes,
Green with envy,
Blue with lust,
They think, should have and could have.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Punch raised his bare fists high into the midnight sky
reached for the stars and was struck down by a comet
Knuckle busted on impact he licked his harsh wounds
Always one to wear his heart on his tongue he salivated
as the mix of metallic blood and spittle brazened the beat
He had always thought of himself as a courageous fighter
carefully planed his training regime and muscled his way
in between fascination and reason to applause of the crowds
who beguiled by his belligerence placed bets on how long
he would stay on his feet before biting the dust in the ring
To every one’s surprise he removed the padded head gear
‘A fool’s cap’ he shouted ‘there’s no need to soften the blows’
‘It’s all in the mind’ and on that matter his swollen brain jelled
with jester’s resolve and stamina of a mad man let off the leash
The countdown still ticked when he woke up deluded but calm
His heart pounded stronger than ever before and life support
tubes danced with electric convulsions and adrenaline rush
Through the one eye not bashed in he taunted the doctors
to switch off the machines now for his next fight was near
‘My heart may be foolish but life without passion is dead’
11th February 2021
In all of life many words we do speak
but there is two, so simple but real
bringing to others appreciation of heart
'thank you' makes you the real deal
There's a sentence to always remember
it makes a real difference to a person
remember to say thank you
people like to be told this without cohesion
These people are not into applause
it feels nice knowing others are met
the needs been provided from even you
not having to ask for what they get
Remember the basic things in life
which taken for granted far too much
so be thankful for these little things
that's all it takes just a little touch
Think of how often it's said to you
people appreciate you taken the time
for whatever its been you have done
thank you for all you do in rhyme!
The many positives of Covid
Well for me there have been plenty
I live alone inside my home
The year is 2020
Just a soupcon of neighbours
in the past I have known
And if perchance
one day we meet
we smile
as we greet with
a welcome salutation
Though sadly little time is spent
in deeper conversation
as we rush off in a hurry
no time to share our latest worry
Since starting many lockdowns
within tiers one, two or three
We watch out for each other
Even meeting up for tea
Outside we meet on our green square
As each one brings a summer chair
Laughing and chatting to those who are there
and gently inhaling the fresh sea air
We are getting to know folks
who’ve always been there
Such a friendly community
now prevails in our block
of various apartments
I reside at the top
If we have any worries
On their doors we can knock
Social distancing practiced
with our masks and hand gel
We are all keeping safe
We are all keeping well
As we sit on our sun chairs
Friends come and friends go
But now if we need them
We know where to go
And during the summer
A talented man
Regaled us with music
Beethoven ~ Chopin
Enticing each note from
his silver Euphonium
A treat for our ears
so much better than tears
And discovering he lived
on the opposite side
Never knowing his name
or from whence he came
Playing music for our souls
We may never be the same again...
So seeing what Covid 19 has done for me
Making me aware of new friends that were there
For that I give thanks for many friendships forged
Showing my appreciation with a round of applause
But ending each day as I look to the sky
Remembering with sadness the thousands who died
Their lives have now ended in a terrible way
I’m eternally grateful for every new day
Reflecting…
13th December 2020
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 44
Sponsor Brian Strand
10th Place
Contest 'N' word old or new
Sponsor Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
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For over two decades, my husband and I taught in Fabens, Texas, a small border community southeast of El Paso, Texas. Teaching in a border community was hard and required a certain amout of Texas grit. By spring break, we were spent and exhausted. So, a group of us teachers looked for a place where we could escape, gain perspective, and rejuvenate before the final stretch of the school year. We loaded up an SUV and made the three-hour drive from El Paso to Marfa, Texas, calling our journey Pilgrimage to Marfa.
The sun bleaches bones of old Chevys
parked like tombstones
behind the Hotel Paisano~
Marfa doesn’t rush.
Even spring break
is a slow unraveling,
a dust devil spinning
nothing but its own restless heat.
Marfa doesn’t care
that we came here to escape~
only that we did,
barefooted down a gravel road,
dust rising like slow applause.
We wander through town,
the desert swallowing us whole
in its pink-lit throat~
A tumbleweed rolls
through the motel pool,
chlorine-green and half-drained,
while the neon sign blinks:
Vacancy or Mirage?
At dusk, we drive gravel roads
chasing the Marfa lights—
not UFOs, just the desert exhaling
what we can’t explain.
Yet, we half-believe in something out here~
the Marfa Ghost Lights,
the way the highway stretches
like a long, lazy promise
The stars here don’t twinkle.
They stab.
When the wind lifts a skirt of sand
over the highway’s cracked lips,
we all pause, feeling
suddenly holy,
suddenly small.
The blindfold slips away under currents of corrosive tears
Shadows line myopic eyes in blistering haze
Cataracts melt sightless accusations and brooding incisions
A flickering candle waxes and wanes the stare
Monosyllabic lines dance repetitions in the moribund chorus
Sound out how far boundaries of sanity refrain
A masked persona reverberates and berates piercing doubts
Red hot pokers reveal a babble of puncturing focus
When my soul parades on a tempting abyss of volcanic eruptions
My Alter Ego becomes my best friend near the edge
Honest reliable and trustworthy she voices concern and advice
‘Stay close to yourself’ she repels ashes and ember
In starless nights her song recollects meaning from a lunar eclipse
She never complains about the hardship I bring to task
Simply challenges and embraces what is left in the seeds of darkness
Sometimes shouts to overcome shrieking cacophony
Beats the drum of retreat and leads muted reason onto the stage
Demands an encore when I am again tangled in a veil
She never asks for gratitude does not demand applause or acclaim
Like a mother of pearl she will not pretend to be a diamond
At face value she recovers my face and faith in an alchemist’s world
And then her lips sing a lullaby instead of the eulogy
29th January 2020