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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
there goes a lonely man on a one horse carriage
the horse though pulls the carriage he is always hungry
because he has nothing to eat but to feed on fallen leaves
and to quench his thirst with dewdrops
the horse though goes before the carriage he grew to the height
may be high enough to pull the carriage with great struggle:
the carriage not even a blossom of a flower of remembrance on it
goes yonder the crystal blue sky see through the fluttering black flag
in the wind
the carriage not even a sigh of lamentation follows
goes beyond the sky so deep that smarts the eyes
and stretches to the incomprehensible infinity
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed
many rivers of trials
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed
many mountains of hardship
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he still is the lonely man
because no one will welcome him even if he comes quickly,
he still is the poor man because no one will stop him
even if he turns his back
for the wind rises the flag flutters, and when the flag flutters,
the man, while clinging on to the fluttering flag deplores his troubled life
as a deep sigh
for the rain fall the man tears and sobs
as wet as fluttering flag
can the life full of unfulfilled desires
be called a life as well?
the cry of the man who lived a bitter life is the empty echo
that had fallen on the ground; the call of the man who was
abused by others is the lost effort that no one ever tried to hear
there
the lonely man goes on the carriage pulled by the horse,
the horse with a full shadow of sadness in his eyes
the lonely man laid on the carriage goes with the horse,
the horse barely survived only by the fallen leaves and dewdrops
The lonely man,
the feeble horse,
and the fluttering black flag…
Running after money, without any rest
You don't pause, your life lacks zest
Desiring to earn more, always in a hurry
You lead a life of stress, ever full of worry
You spend your life earning money
that too without enjoying, it's funny
Insatiable mind always wants more
Moment you stop, it deplores
Ego says prove you are great
and your life you devastate
Earning endlessly, you become old
Can no longer use the money you hold
When body is old, when you become fragile
Your money will be squandered by agile
Watching helplessly, you I'll sit and ponder
Why I didn't enjoy? you will surely wonder
To survive, you must verily earn
But you hoard money, you merely earn
Remember, there is life beyond money
Happiness is what you should aim for honey
12.06.2021
For $ poetry contest by Anthony Biaanco
April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?
The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?
The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?
April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!
Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!
April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!
Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
11/18/18
Slowly pacing a captive rail,
her gaze pierces beyond red stars
eyes with burnt ire, a tigress howls
bellowing through jungles afar;
As pride of theme parks, she deplores
the ropes leashing an alluring gait,
others like her, in silence weeps
on circus grounds, in king's estate...
Sleek beauty wrapped in orange-black
her linings torn as branded fur,
oh Sumatran lynx, endangered
as man becomes the beast, she prepares;
When nature guides a fired escape
towering leaps endure what’s wrong,
and moonlight scans bold tigress' maze
on fields where her spirit belongs.
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"If having a soul means being able to feel love
and loyalty and gratitude, then animals
are better off than a lot of humans."
- James Herriot
Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes
Giorgio V's Contest
by nette onclaud
a luc bat*
The Earth will still spin, might
not, why worry? I might not care.
You tell me I should share
the story of his fair weather
heart as if ‘twere pleather
for your gossip-starved sterling X-
followers and bowflex
lovers who become texting whores,
the kind the world deplores.
*The luc bat is a Vietnamese poetic form that means "six-eight." In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines. Luc bat poems have no set length or subject matter. Rhyme scheme: xxxxxA/xxxxxAxB/xxxxxB/xxxxxBxC/xxxxxC/xxxxxCxD/xxxxxD/xxxxxDxE and so on.
Another mass shooting…this one in Texas…I don’t remember exactly when
because the days all run together…and there’s been 6 more since then.
We’re on a pace to break the record for mass shootings in one year…
which means there’s no place in this country we can walk into…without fear.
It’s sad to think when we go to school, the movies, the mall, the grocery store…
anywhere we roam…
that some of us who set off today…won’t be returning home.
It doesn’t seem to matter if those murders are splashed across the evening news…
doesn’t make a difference…doesn’t change our point of view.
Sure…we’re angry for a moment…for a moment we might pause…
but the killings keep on coming because we won’t change our laws.
I wonder…would we do more than get sad and angry as we watch grieving families cry…if we knew every day 22 children are shot…and 5 of them will die.
Until something is done to stop these killings…killings that everyone deplores
today will join the list…and be a little sadder than the day before.
If you don’t think there’s a problem in our society…
let me show you what I mean…
This poem you’re reading today…
except for the ever increasing numbers
I first wrote…in 2016.
Another fool I am who thinks
he can
Pursue a dream and yet live
as a man
I must be slow indeed to
beat a gong
Then chase the birds
entreating for a song.
For entrance of your heart
is bloody feat
I rather would have done
without a feet
Hanging precariously out of
doors
And toils to bring it inside
fate deplores.
I wish this fire got a
final douse
But millions say I need
another house
Within you though I
share it now with
some.
Yet, won't you some day
nestle in a home
Although a million knuckles
knock your
door
And thousand vessels
dock by yonder shore?
How steal me honey fresh
without a sting?
How fly me heaven straight
without a wing?
For everything you crave
for has a twin
That you must bring home
too if you must
win
So I embrace you with as
much
a thorn
And pray some blessed day
they
all get shorn.
Diversity explores
both resonant and opposing positions
with nearly predative anticipation
And such perversely curious
reverse revisioning diversity deplores
with monoculturing anxiety
quietly crossed
and boldly violated boundaries
of personal
and familial
and municipal
and EarthTribal
indigenous integrity
Sacred space expands
mindfully perceived
this Business As Traumatically Usual place
too lose/lose dark
and too win/win blind
to keep faith with dimming starlight
Celestial Glitter Rivered Ways
majestic
yet ominously silent
shunned Spirits
of ancient silvered sentient bright
Yet momentary mortal time
feels reflective light received
sufficiently reassuring
mythically alluring
for transient transportive pleasure
tenderly insufficient
for full-ripened organic measure
depleting dissonant self-disenfranchising
failure to complete
integrity's potential Paradise.