Long Carpet Poems
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All has come to an end, except for who to proclaim
The winner of The National College Football Championship Game
Excitement is brewing for the play-off game
Some will be at the game watching getting rained on, cold, and excited
The armchair quarterbacks stay at home and watch on their big screen TV being- telecasted
Scheduling and planning their parties to cheer on their favorite team and fellowships
Shopping for chips and dips
Hot wings and BBQ smokies
Soda pop, tea, beer, and whiskeys
They dress themselves and their children in lucky sports team attire
Kick off time has come, everyone is bouncing off the walls inspired
Armchair quarterback is playing in his own little field
He kicks and runs
Catches, tackles, and stuns
“That’s not the way they teach you to tackle!”
With all his excitement he almost slides off the armchair
“Oh, come on! Hey ref that’s not fair!”
“That’s pass interference he was all over him while the ball was in the air!”
He hollers and cheers
“Touchdown!” That’s the way!
Rants and raves
“Quit doing that, you idiot, you're going to get a fifteen yard penalty!”
His blood pressure is going up we all agree
“What the Hell was that you nitwit!”
“He dropped it.! You could have had it!”
Disappointment sets in, his team has lost
He blames the refs for all the bad calls, and its cost
Cleaning the carpet because of all the excitement, it’s going to cost
The season is over and I don't have to hear his rants until next year and
Our children will be the next generation of armchair quarterbacks
1/13/2015 by: Eve Roper
Accounts on watching and listening to my husband and brother
Clever craft
Wild words will;
Touch travels trip
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Windy breeze
Cool comfort soothes;
Humid day dreams
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Stillness moves
Silence percolates;
Completes doing
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Zen moments
Shopping mall garden;
Sand and stone sculpture
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Apple of my eye
Cellphone hardware;
Exorbitant glimpses
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Words work
Feelings surge;
Tempting touch
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Rosary beads
Calm contemplation;
A touch divine
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By chapel bench
Profound insight;
Stillness heals
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Small talk
Bits and pieces;
Breezy ambience
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Meeting
Fleeting;
Departing
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Cicadas sing
Evening prayers;
Dark silhouettes
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Floral fences
Morning Glory madness;
Violet glimpses
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Plumeria scents
Garden carpet;
Yellow-white offerings
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Brisk moves
Flowery bouquets;
Floral arrangements
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Old man sips
Green tea exquisite;
Pavilion tryst
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Style succeeds
Fashion grooms;
Runway bazaar
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Lost then
Found again;
Loss restored
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Unnoticed wild flowers
By old pathways;
Carved by busy feet
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Leon Enriquez
18 October 2017
Singapore
I’ve been looking at a map of the world...
upside down.
The Mercator version just doesn’t sit right with me.
Old Chinese maps once were oriented
East to North.
Many ancients envisioned
North to be South.
When I look at the map upside down
it all makes sense.
The East now looks a lot like
an obese dragon throwing up
clumps of green fur-balls.
A Godzilla-like Britain,
now dangles into the Antarctic
Its nether regions emasculated
by the slow nibble
of immigrant crustaceans.
Europe and Russia as always, seem to be
carpet bombing the sky.
Africa, well Africa is still Africa,
only now it looks like a turd
in the process of being purged.
Australia on the other hand
looks like the United States,
a place where kangaroos
bounce in a slomo Texan rodeo.
Florida’s limp dick situation
is now flagrantly erect.
Any piddling little country
can now be orientated
at the middlemost point of the globe.
However, the Great State of Ohio
looms large
and still remains deeply significant.
The rest of the world
radiates away from California
as Walt Disney always intended.
It’s a secret only known to NASA
but astronauts who circle the globe,
on return,
have to be reeducated,
or forever struggle
to keep walking upon the ceiling.
They line up like supermodels...just as thin...
illuminate the tar carpet below them...stand in a motionless pose.
The fashion theme must be glitter fountains...they weep like a sun shower
...I try not to trip over the beams. You can hear this ones heart beating...
see it beating...as it flickers...to the beat...
James's Brown's "When A Man Loves A Woman"...
...I hope he's watching...all lit up...heavenly.
It is at that moment one rapturous streetlight
attempts to seduce me with her come hither look.
...she is...she had me at lustrous, I lean against her wanting figure.
Adorned in phosphorescent jewelry...
...she holds me in her incandescent arms.
We dance a fandango in the scintillating grip of this titillating evening.
...I won't be taking her home...but I'll always have the memory.
TARNDAI
Maurice Yvonne
Oct. 06 2014
nette onclaud
FIND THE PUZZLE
Noble is the freedom that crowns jewels
A thousand dreams awakens in each new day dawning
The gift of giving and receiving loves antidote with truth
Each day passing humbly accepting such blessings
The voice of reason speaks our guardian belief
Each and everyone of us hear the Echoing inside song
Ocean waves turn warmly touch cotton without malice sing
The smallest gesture softly held within a smile lights up
Loving is living with everything becoming beautiful sparkles
Hate becomes dead cast aside worthless rag
Moving out of darkness in light we see direction horizons beam
A future rolls out the carpet of life sometimes lost
Before the eyes standing with grace to cherish
an angel adoring unconditionally melts ore golden strings tug
A sacred place holds deep treasure inside the chest beating fondly
playing one diamond ring castle keeper turning keys tune
Shining jewels behind the vision taken sparkling
beyond question of doubt never losing faith
Forever more at destiny's gate peace holding you
The feather floats upon a breath landing breathless kiss
Every passing year is like a scar
Left on the body of time
To remember our past
They will never return
Nor will give you respite
It leaves an indelible mark forever
Start may be good or bad
Yet the middle in pure mixture
Happiness and sorrow is the ultimate calculator
Beneath the carpet of months
Silently lay the ashes of our domes
We can see the glimpses but cannot alter a thing
Seasons have made us dance to its tunes
The music played by flying symphony
Is now recorded in the cloud's tears
The scar if scratched will leave
The wounds open
With no remedy to cure the past
So let the scar be in the body of time
To heal by itself
As the years kept passing by.
I am by your side,
Watching over the psyche;
See it in your mind,
Standing for you and I;
Run in for your life,
Carrying the cross aligned;
Holding me strong to dive,
I want you to die.
Toss the dice,
On the still waters;
Walk on the ice,
Over the steel lovers;
Open your eyes wide,
Enough to crush borders;
You must pay the price,
And seek our welfare.
Live up the smile,
Boldly as the sun shines;
And even when you cry,
I know where you stand;
It should not be suicide,
But a deadly night journey;
Go on by the rhyme,
And die on the high key.
The love of my life,
Is sailing by the grace;
I have to be alive,
In the steady wave;
Call the beast a liar,
And arise from the grave;
Come out from hell fire,
And rise up once again.
Take part in bloody feasts,
And die for the streets;
Wash clean your feet,
As the reverends preach;
Peep me by the nights,
As I guide the light;
On tiptoe we shall ride,
For the feel so nice.
Sing the songs of angels,
And blow them in trumpets;
Sit and fly the carpet,
Be grateful as a boy or girl;
Speak for the truth we share,
And love me through Bethlehem;
Die even at square,
And lead me to heaven.
spring walked the red carpet dressed in a suit
of blossoming colors that released a delicate inviting fragrance.
summer followed in a scorching hot vibrant green piece
accentuated in bright yellow gold.
autumn showed up in antique shades of reds and orange.
a striking shawl dropped beneath her shoulders.
winter was the last to arrive and appeared in a pure white evening gown.
each and every sequence unique and separately sewn in.
as each season complimented the red carpet
all life showed up to marvel.
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Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I was nonplussed.
Next, I grabbed frame, soda and sat on my sofa.
Three tries – no prize, so with both eyes quite wide,
I called the glue a boob lube, dumb as a square loop,
and threatened to incise its worthless insides.
I rose, fetched pose and a calming balm libation,
then returned to pestering with less sweltering.
Glue applied, both sides, I made my hands a vice
and, well fries n’ flies, I squeezed degrees of might.
Bullet sweat, my muscles clinched like a barrette,
I pressed longer than tourists eating pullets.
Then when gingerly, tenderly letting go –
glue thoroughly, tauntingly offended me -
son of a bee, ugly as his glue-mom-harlot,
refused to seam my antique frame back to its gleam.
Past bummed, I stood to sweetly summon my husband,
but my feet stuck to carpet, mucked as a tar pit.
CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2018
Stepping onto the red carpet brushing away clouds silver shining
blue skies sweet surrender bathes with you beloved angel
Stealing one's breath away your love magically appears rose gold crowned
a superstar dazzles bathing within the liquid fountain of a soul adorned
Taking the limelight haunting shadows away warmly beauty invades space held
crystal clear light shining before the curtains raise applauding heartbeats bounce
A thousand dreams draped behind a vision portrait hanging on chamber walls
standing out one alone unique sparkle destiny whistles with the wind
Victory is found inside peace where the heart sets sunshine rises grace filled
kissing you softly whispers I close my eyes there you become a beautiful starlight