Long Clementine Poems

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Premium Member Catherine Clementine Clogg

Hello there my little friendlies
I'm Archibald Denton Frog
I'm here to tell you the story
Of Catherine Clemetine Clogg!

Clemmie as she's always been known
To a bunch of her closest friends
Has a wonderful talent for juggling
While sitting on her bottom end!

That may not sound so astonishing
But imagine the things she juggles
Kangaroos and a big mouth bass
And soap that causes big bubbles!

But awkward things like soccer balls
Or a pair of Grandpa's false teeth
A ten pound bag of Kibbles 'n Bits
Can certainly cause Clemmie some grief!

Let's give this lady a big hurrah
As she entertains all the wee kiddles
Keeps on juggling for many long hours
Till she finally needs to go piddle!

Oh my goodness did I say piddle?
What a naughty word I just uttered
That bar of soap is now in my mouth
Making me choke and sputter!

Archibald Denton Frog signing off
With a moral right at the end
Enjoy the talents of dear Clementine
But never use bad words that offend!

© Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Forgive My Silence

Dear December, Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
               the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from our confrontations.
So much was 
          lost in translation,
though I’ve been 
         healing in isolation.
Warm is the smile,
when you stretched 
your arms
with compassion,
understanding that
not everything 
    is black or white. 
As I’ve learned about life: 
   it goes on.
and In the midst of the
somersaulted journey,
I still remember those 
who boosted my sanity,
when September sorrows 
slayed my spirits,
as I slowly severed my thorns,
to watch them drown 
in a sea of 
   broken breaths,
whilst perpetually 
praising the painters’ pain,
and the abstracts of 
architects articulating 
a peaceful pathway, 
although I still dwell 
on the regrets from 
strawberry fed wolf moon,
the night when my 
heart yearned to be heard,
as I delicately smeared 
my emotions across 
clementine and 
       cranberry twilights,
in hopes
        of forgetting 
withered willows,
whilst letting it melt 
Honeysuckle vines,
with hues of the sangria 
sky reflecting ever so softly,
showing me reasons 
to believe again in
better tomorrows,
for there is a rainbow 
aching to glow 
after every storm,
and there’s far too 
much to be grateful for 
in this life of delirium,
so shall we allow this 
winter to be the seed 
of warm light and water~
      forgive the stars that
veiled their silver,
as fate turned
her back on our garden, 
let memories float in 
      paper boats of
          lilac feathered forgiveness, 
along the river of reconciliation.

Let’s flow and flourish together,
leaving behind an aroma
so divine on 
cashmere sweaters,
with unwritten poems 
tucked beneath velvety pillows,
that tasted so many tears,
and have seen too many 
                 vanquished fears.

Premium Member Fragility of Fate

Upon my pilgrimage yearning for love.
I found myself surrounded by a plethora of petals.

Day and night I searched for a fragrance.
An aroma that would lead to you.

As twilight dimmed clementine horizons,
there you were,
glistening in the moonlight.

Your scent seduced my senses,
my heart became a willing admirer.

Something awoke that day,
forgotten emotions suppressed
by fate's injustices, were reborn,
illuminated like the blazing sun.

Yet such is the fragility of fate -
as sins from the heavens poured,
forming a turbulent tempest,
you wilted, and I was unable to save you.

In the sadness of silence,
I watched as your petals floated away

so I waited, 
hoping the winds would take me too

but I'm still here -
Isolated - shivering, soaking in misery,
without a petal to call my own.

Silent One
Simple Musing
16 July 2019
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Mayflies

Mayflies
by Michael R. Burch

These standing stones have stood the test of time
but who are you
                           and what are you
                                                        and why?
As brief as mist, as transient, as pale ...
Inconsequential mayfly!

Perhaps the thought of love inspired hope?
Do midges love? Do stars bend down to see?
Do gods commend the kindnesses of ants
to aphids? Does one eel impress the sea?

Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do the stars
regret the glowworm’s stellar mimicry
the day it dies? Does not the world go on
as if it’s no great matter, not to be?

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose.
And yet somehow you’re everything to me. 

Originally published by Clementine Unbound. Keywords/Tags: May, mayfly, mayflies, spring, time, daffodils, absence, missing you, mist, transient, transience, pale, inconsequential, stars, sea, everything, universe, A. E. Housman quote
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Threesome

New Dawn
First day of a new chapter, philosophical reflections emulate like four seasons,
reminiscing hearts whose voices are no longer heard, yet I feel their spirits close.
I ponder who will find me and who will I lose - life is limited for many reasons.

Mind and Muse War
One misty morning when my muse was missing and I misplaced my pen,
I felt regret unable to portray how clementine hues ignited baby blue skies.
Battle between muse and mind bled rage onto the page - heart whispered amen.

Ignorant Bloodshed
If only hypocrites could see their reflection in the mirror of tangibility.
Would their fingers still point like deceitful swords, ready for bloodshed?
Love to hate, hate to love, blindfolds the eyes on the path to tranquillity.

Examples for Threesome contest:
Write three lines.  No syllable count.  Can rhyme, or you do not have to use rhyme.  Important part is to keep it on three lines. Does not have to be three sentences. 

I've done three examples, but you only need to write one stanza of three lines.  Mine is a triple threesome!

Silent One
4 January 2020
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The Clementine

"The Clementine" 

for the plucking,
the Clementine
leaves were fresher back then
the light glistened stronger
each segment a morsel 
a revision slow and deliberate
transcribed by Jerome
gates to be opened
and consumed 
in latin passages 
verdi vulgate ancient fruit
before the modern world
the meaning lost 
for those lost
between orchards
of words, opened 
before 
the greater great war, 
a harvest, the Q source
strange language
strange stories
some found
apocryphal, 
the hidden 
didymos Thomas, 
buried by strict canons
revealed untrue
in that strange winter

the orchards
were all burned

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)











apocryphal. Adjective
apocrypha. Noun
didymos/Greek, meaning.
Q Source
Thomas
Jerome
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Metaphors written in psychedelic ink

When words like seeds remain uncultivated,
in somber silence the poet within me dies.
In the misery of my perishing poetic oasis,
petal like poems refuse to infuse idealistic pigments.
But without words, a midnight beast lurks in thoughts
hidden behind metaphors written in psychedelic ink.

My beloved is a black rose who's thorns are like blades.
Her pecan lips lustfully devour my heart's purple blood,
because she loves to see me bleed in musing rivers,
flowing upon shores of her poetic fibres.

On dark murky days her tears plunge like acid rain,
melting through my shiny white knight armour.
For, she is the ebony queen in my chessboard of life,
in position for 'checkmate' against an ivory king.

In my troubled mind, 
the sun is like a timid yellow umbrella,
hiding behind grey ashen clouds, which in clementine hues,
appear like orange smoke polluting my toxic swollen lungs.
And I can't breathe without her sugar lips 
bringing me back to life with her special scarlet kiss.

Yet, I am her willing prisoner, 
even in absence and distance,
we remain eternally chained,
as spiritual word weaving lovers,
prowling and howling like wolves
wandering under the blue moon.

Number 4
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Premium Member Passions of love

I could adorn you 
with great riches,
but my greatest gift 
to you is my poetry.

Lost in the gravity of your love,
my soul has lost control of its senses,
floating in euphoria, 
ecstasy and elation.

In the presence of your beauty,
even the stars hide with envy.
My muse that was once mute,
is now briskly blooming at night.
My simple musings 
were without meaning,
before the first glimpse 
of your elegance.

Now my heart 
is whispering to the sky,
enchanted by shades 
of dreamy indigo nightfall,
as twilight glows  in 
clementine and violet hues.

An end to 
monotone blackberry skies,
as the earth creates colours 
in time for our union.

Moonlight illuminates 
our dream world,
as pearls appear, 
radiantly reflecting,
like a constellation 
in your eyes.
Your luscious lips like 
merlot petals,
entice with 
soft sensual warm breaths.

As we blend, 
it feels like the air is alive.
Consumed in intimate infatuation,
inhibitions fade in slow motion,
as desires dissolve 
like a secret of the stars.
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Worldwide Three Sixty Five

9/4/16


It's been happening worldwide
Three sixty five

As events occasionally interwine
And coincide

So many objects of different shapes and size
Below and above the skies

Not all of it is recognized
Some being analyzed

Advertisments and signs
In and outside
As well as being televised

What they taught in school was forgotten and not memorized
As I continued to exercise
Became energized
And followed through on the enterprise
In certain fields I was able to specialize

Let me emphasize
How crucial it is to be wise
Before one's demise

I'm
Continuing to climb

My eyes
On the prize

The desire and fire inside thrives
Continues to rise
And shines
Brighter than fireflies

Worked out in the pines
And by the ocean side
During low and high tide

If it's not about dollar signs
Don't blow up my line
Or waste my time

Burned concentrates of all kinds
Even Key Lime Pie
But not all were prime

Poured up and reclined
Before and after nine

Everything all good and fine
Among patterns of simple and intricate designs

Ate the whole clementine, as well as a dried 
and candied rind

Gotta to keep stacking each and every dime
And stay on the grind

By: Dalton Ogletree
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Where Spirits Never Die

Speechless clementine horizons infuse lilac hues, 
tinting twilight's tepid breeze, reflecting sensually,
kissing tranquil waters, forming momentary ripples.

Chocolate cosmos awake greeted by fresh frangipani,
blending luscious flavours into an aromatic paradise.
Mockingbirds serenade sun into a silent slumber, its
fluorescent friend parades a galaxy of pellucid pearls.

Menagerie trails lead to zeniths where only eagles soar,
where vermilion dahlia sneak through mountainous smoke,
isolated by time - haunted by ghosts of ancestral Apache.

Silent One
6 January 2018

Example for 10 word and 10 lines challenge contest.

Ten words used:

Menagerie
Vermilion
Infuse
Mockingbirds
Twilight
Frangipani
Luscious
Pellucid
Ancestral
Ripples
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