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Acrostic Memory
Acrostics introduced in fifth grade on a rainy winter afternoon
Careful crafted choice of words written in lyric cadence hues
Rhythmic flow like music class - songs of skaters waltzes spin
Out of tumbling imagination’s chaos form corrals intention’s whims
Shaping thoughts that rumble ramble like errant spitball pests
Teacher’s encouragement gentle walks through rows of wooden desks
Imaginations set on fire with a powerful surge
Crafts of poems like spelling bees in alphabetic order emerge
My favorite teacher – Miss Daly - guided my awakening muse
Emerging in wide young eyes - life’s enigma puzzles to deduce -
Many her gifts wrapped in surprises of creative lines, the prize
Often I remember her stern but loving eyes
Reminders to remember her guiding hand for wordsmith potential
Yet I always wonder of her life’s acrostic in questions reverential
12-8-20
Contest: Nostalgia
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
[Title changed from ‘Double Talk’ as I’ve
used that title before]
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This was the place that he’d chosen to go
They do a great starter of avocado
Everyone ordered the same starter there
And he'd always wink and say what a nice pear
His girl said this could be a very nice date
But please don’t be smutty or I’ll get irate
The cafe was German, renowned for its wurst
Each lady he liked he would take her there first
Which allowed him to use a one liner or two
Like I’m gonna get a hot sausage for you
Again his date felt that she must speak her mind
Speak dirty again and I’ll leave you behind
As for desert, there was one choice to make
She didn’t want ice cream so she ordered cake
His choice of words might have upset his mother
When he said I’d like a bit of the other
His date said what is it you don’t understand
Your double entendres are way out of hand
Tell me she said, do you like horses
He said I've been on a few riding courses
Nowadays I stick to my trusty land-rover
As I always struggled to get my leg over
That’s it, she bellowed, your mind is too shady
I only want you to treat me like a lady
He said I get nervous, don’t know what to say
She said lose the smut and you're doing okay
Talk about family... or friends if you’d rather
Okay he said... how’s your father
There is this dichotomous relationship within the alphabet…
for the letters therein contained
can be used to create words of joy…of love…of happiness…
as well as words of hatefulness…and pain.
From the same 26 letters come
words of wonder…
words of beauty
words that fill a heart with joy
as well as
words of anger
words of spite
words that can…a soul destroy.
Which means it’s up to us
as we create and express our thoughts
from within their alphabetical array…
to think about the words we write
and the words we’re going to say.
It’s up to us to create words
of love
and tenderness
and never to abuse them….
not only in our choice of words…
but how we choose to use them.
What are these words that rage with hate and war
That scream with bullets’ searing, lethal roar
That slash with livid flames the midnight sky
And with a tongue that lubricates the lie
Despoil the words of men worth living for –
What bloody god, or gods, in truth exist
That suffer men with words for this, for this –
What prophet false with rabid tongue betrays
The son of peace the son of man portrays
By choosing words of fury, words of fist
And worshipping the power they enlist –
A choice of words some men cannot resist –
O friend! O foe! Why still these words of war
That make the living word worth killing for –
Today has said, “Good morning!”, and my ears can hear a brighter voice
A change in tone, the choice of words, have dusted off my better mood
Today has said, “Good morning! And my heart can feel a brand new joy
As winter takes a final leave, and melts the cold with warmer hues
Today now wakes anew, with the cleansing sound of springtime rain
And sweeps the cobwebs from my brain, and clears a winter’s dread
It is not that I will dawdle, ‘though my bed’s unmade again…
The chores, for once, can wait awhile, while cobwebs clear my head
I look outside my window, and relish what I see
Those gloomy clouds are breaking up, as I pour my cup of tea
The winter doldrums on my shoulders, which have been a part of me
Have been shaken off, and swept away, like dust motes in the breeze
The sun peeks through a rainbow’s hue, to takes the gloom away
One raindrop clings to cobwebs strung, across my flower's bed
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For Francine Robert's Contest: Cobwebs and Dust
By Carrie Richards 3/20/12
When running for office,
You might as well lie
For nobody cares about truth,
And if you are caught
And reporters ask Why?
You can blame it on errors from youth.
A lie isn’t merely
“A poor choice of words,”
Which reminds me of “alternate facts.”
The political climate,
With tweets like the birds,
Doesn’t worry how someone reacts.
So a twist of a phrase,
Using “Jew-ish” instead
Of denying your claim as a Jew
May assuage any guilt
Over things that you said,
But no job should be given to you!
*George Santos, Republican U.S. Representative-elect,
has admitted to fabricating key details of his biography.
This is an obvious thing to say
well of course this is always the case
you are alive till the day you die
so certain for all the human race
Now let us ponder this for awhile
behind these words lies a mystery
because there's more than meets the eye
looking back on all of their history
For many live lives seem dead
their actions amount to such nothings
in their life never amounting to be
little knots instead of something
At one time show such promise
expecting to hit such dizzy heights
but disappointment was their cue
as dimmed down because sad lights
Trust in God and you really live
resurrection life brings true reward
live eternally in God's presence
holding on for the Lord's heavenly cord
(" He lived till he died"
I came across this quote on a park bench seat on holiday recently in the English lakes and it made me think about this choice of words is so profound that I have written this piece bringing out my own thoughts about it. )
When the sky is a
sequestered sanctuary,
and the clouds croon
for sinking star-beams,
listen to the euphoric hymns of silence,
for seething storms throned
beneath rainbow castles
shall never obscure the
crystalline colors of compassion,
amidst thickened fangs
of dwelling darkness,
constantly trying to
seize peacock pigments
within violet-blue seas
of sequined sentiments…
O’ beloved white rose~
perfumed in vanilla love,
let not the wolf-spider gaze,
mirroring envy within black widow hearts,
confuse your diamond vision.
It’s just another day,
enveloped in a warm sakura sunrise,
there the gales of greed
looming in ghostly flecks,
question the redolence of rivulets
behind your veiled vigor.
There’s no reason to fear
when hope flows and drifts
like comets flying as fluttering butterflies
across the butterscotch horizon.
Remember, when the sage sun
seeps into foggy crevices,
and deserted dunes
speak in ashen accents,
their choice of words do not define
the rhythm of your seraphic symphony.
Your merlot wine spirit is
the whimsical wand turning unspoken
tales into wildflower wishes.
There’s no need for an alchemist
nor a sorcerer to concoct
spells that rearrange constellations,
as your voice swirls in magical mists.
You and I, are every last thing
we need to conquer the bewitching
perimeters we truly deserve.
Tonight, when my lids rest upon the
dreamscape of daffodils and dahlias,
I see that look in your eye.
I ponder, is it me that you long for?
Am I the unfading ink
within your saccharine sonnets?
I yearn to be the one you talk
about in sweet seclusion.
This trembling canvas longs
for no other skin to caress the acrylic
edges of my aching soul,
and I do not need
the wind and water
beneath whistling willows
to write my destiny
in green and gold.
We don’t need shades of shadows
following our intertwined silhouettes,
yet I let these metaphors
merge with the heat of
your passionate presence,
as you and I break through
the landscapes of grief
with mutual attraction
like the mulberry rays
between the moon and earth..
Words Inspire -
They create imagery
Words flow on the paper
Is there a dactyl?
Coming together into a chorus
Freedom of ideas grow
Time after time
Free thoughts flow
A poetic rhyme
Seeking to enlighten words
Can then thou create
Inspired by love of verse
Visually permanent
Each word to find
To diversify language arts
From the flow of the pen
From which it starts
transpired that the sound
Of the rhythm
Metrically with style
Not to misconstrue
The reality of that
The true poet in you
Skilled at the choice of words
Forever be
Creative thy be
in genuine thoughts
Forever be!
We see the words of still - Wait?
love - thoughts of peace
Actions against hate
Definition of a poet
Eloquence of writing style
Making all those words
All worth while
I write - I contemplate
Beauteous ! I create visions
Imagery - as I state
The views in my head
My mind of reflections
Yes beauty indeed
Rhythm and blues
Mental beauty in my soul
I plant the seed
Sometimes argue
The idea ! I write
I bring the words to sight
Mesmerizing with thought
The mind where I brought
Your feelings so deep
And yes indeed in the twilight
I see the heavenly stars
Shine through the night
I am the author , I the poet
That eats lives and sleeps poetry
In a dream too
Breath - breathing words
I share the light!
I’m rapt, yet sad those times I see
that boy who means the world to me.
When he walks in, I cannot take
my eyes off him, nor can I break
the spell he weaves so seamlessly!
How can I ever be set free
from eyes as azure as the sea?
I’m dreaming, yet I dream awake
I’m rapt, yet sad.
With him I’d know felicity.
However, it is lunacy
to think that I could ever make
him mine! My heart will ever ache,
for he’s with HER, so it can't be!
I'm rapt, yet sad.
June 29, 2017 for the Form R Contest of Broken Wings
My choice of words: #2 Rapt. Poetry form choice: Rondeau