Long Emulates Poems
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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.
She is Poet Laureate,Honored ESTEEMED Among old , young on the SOUP
She is a Mother of Poetry, A MATRIARCH Looked up to POETIC WISDOM
Elaine George very special POETESS Poetry through her pen FLOWS
Poetess among POETESS REVERED POETESS through and THROUGH
Novice, Amateur, Professional EMULATES HER
We read, see hear feel her SENSITIVITY Magic of HER feathered QUILL
Her Poetic written knowledge SERENELY Flows through her Golden PEN
A Poetess so deserving of OBEISANCE Acknowledging her TEACHING
Suspense, Love, Intrigue FORMED For HER FELLOW POETS
Elaine George Writing Her POETRY HEARTFELT POEMS OF LOVE
Poems that touch Your Heart OFTEN Exhilarate the mind’s EMOTIONS
AWE wonder for the G O D She EXALTS HER GOLDEN PEN of FEELINGS
HER Comments , Endearing T H E POETRY World TALKS ABOUT
No posted Haikus to short ; to REAL I enjoy YOUR Rhymes of LIFE
Y O U
A Tribute to the LOVELY "LADY ELAINE GEORGE"
Written For Christie Moses' Contest
POETRY SOUP FRIEND TRIBUTES
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When the cat imitates
people and put on shoes,
there is a house party
Mr Puss in Boots emulates ...
When the cat plays
with skeins of wool,
makes a pretty mess
at grandma's school ...
When the meek cat
takes all his milk,
pleases his owner Beth
delights his owner Mr. Rilke ...
This innocent cat,
don't eat chocolate
and don't bark either ...
Do not eat nougat,
but loves to eat fish ,,,!
It's cute, so cute, it's cute
so fluffy this cat ,,,!
Get out of my head,
Please get out of it while I rest in my bed,
I don't need anyone right now,
Your presence I can't allow,
We've already said our goodbyes,
I coated my happy one with layers of lies,
Just to let you be free,
Cause you deserve the most perfect guy out there and be happy,
I can't destroy these memories of you,
Your face I could still see clearly from my memory's point of view,
This is unfair and sad,
I think my mind's getting crazy over you again and it's getting bad,
To me you still wear that fancy white blouse,
Having that glare that emulates secrecy for which you pretend you don't need a spouse,
But with that same glare I saw someone I could love,
And I think getting over you is the hardest testament I've received from above.
She is a teen
No idea she is gorgeous
Trying to be like other teens
Not recognizing her own talents and uniqueness
They wear a streak of blue in their hair, so she does too
The “popular” teens, the ones she emulates
Not recognizing her own talents or strengths
I watch her try to fit into their unimaginative boxes, and I cringe.
She is all that and more.
She has no idea yet
She will one day, but for now
It is enough to wear the blue streak and feel popular
She will not remember this when she has her own teen
Wondering why they are trying so hard
To be something less than themselves
I watch and say nothing
She is Poet Laureate,Honored ESTEEMED Among old , young on the SOUP
She is a Mother of Poetry, A MATRIARCH Looked up to POETIC WISDOM
Elaine George very special POETESS Poetry through her pen FLOWS
Poetess among POETESS REVERED POETESS through and THROUGH
Novice, Amateur, Professional EMULATES HER
We read, see hear feel her SENSITIVITY Magic of HER feathered QUILL
Her Poetic written knowledge SERENELY Flows through her Golden PEN
A Poetess so deserving of OBEISANCE Acknowledging her TEACHING
Suspense, Love, Intrigue FORMED For HER FELLOW POETS
Elaine George Writing Her POETRY HEARTFELT POEMS OF LOVE
Poems that touch Your Heart OFTEN Exhilarate the mind’s EMOTIONS
AWE wonder for the G O D She EXALTS HER GOLDEN PEN of FEELINGS
HER Comments , Endearing T H E POETRY World TALKS ABOUT
No posted Haikus to short ; to REAL I enjoy YOUR Rhymes of LIFE
Y O U
A Tribute to the LOVELY "LADY ELAINE GEORGE"
Written For Christie Moses' Contest
POETRY SOUP FRIEND TRIBUTES
Argh... dog dam mutt
(boot exhausted tending Milan Collie)
If only father time could... but
yea right Matthew Scott cut
your losses, accompanied
with sinking feeling in gut
ready to vent off steam
start fire next time and burn
(billy me I merrily Joel King),
down house i.e. mancave hut...,
in tot, while yours truly emulates
one among many talking heads
with tongue doth jut
out mouth making nasty facial feature
at reflection nut
tin much else
except, perhaps try to put
gear into overdrive any
remembered magmatic
lava lee fragments
to pull this mad man
out of figurative rut
nothing gainsaid verbally taunting self
with expletive epithet
more colorful than tut...tut... tut.
Chalk permanent heart wrenching
pinteresting kindling horrifying
devastating loss regarding
opus magnus extremely cross
at yours truly, nope no ace
in the hole, hence best bet to
down bottle of tranquilizers
with swig flask of booze to brace
transcending after life netherland,
where angels plucking harps
magically can exorcise
Manhattan goose stepping
quite pheasant hunched mountebank
Norte worthy dame
giving bankable chase
courtesy cloistered chaste
siren of Titan (on the
order of Mrs. Doubtfire)
hoop fully abducts me than
willingly, meticulously,
and compliantly doth erase
every vestige of writings.
Thoroughly cooked duck, dogged
dully dilly dallying gent
realized errors of
his ways, where bent
crooked right hand pinky the chief
hankering provocateur leant
admission (for one adult) cogent
tam o shanter donning Brit with scent
tum mental affectation unable to console
yours truly, who feeble
effort non poetic event
merely hoped to muster
even lame to assuage
smoldering ire, wherever
sense and sensibility went.
Young and Free Cautioned By Corona
Suburbs' worst imaginings bombard a squinting comprehension
Suspended events filter faith, panic permeates a stoic psyche
Supporting mangroves supply a scurry of wood and honey
Stalking forested in silence, disguised tiger virus strikes
Copious having emulates control, clean habits embellish hope
- confuse attack delivered in cat's leaping momentum
Claw marks puncture tree trunks above human reach
Clamp of lung hunting jaws extend fear's flowing venom
Composure dwells in tree top homes with horizontal floors
Enclosure quells ferocious flu's ravenous rampant climb
Experts step on striped skins, formulate widespread immunity
Common ritual gatherings exchange memories of a gruelling time
My cerebral palsied Fetal-Alcohol daughter
asked her teacher if she could be her Substitute
while said teacher will be absent next week.
I was asked for my opinion
on the wisdom of accepting this offer:
While volunteering with grand Cinderella intentions,
she will Deep Drunken State rule
with Ugly StepMother tyranny.
She emulates President Trump's monotheistic style
of King Midas vs Disobedient Rabble.
With her, we call it Oppositional Defiant Disorder.
With him, we call it Chief Executive DisOrder.
Same mental-emotional-behavioral healthcare indifference.
I can look at the two of them Right side up
and see Health and Safety Disorder
may be why "patriotic" things
are as they capitalistically are
Monotheistically monopolizing
monetized
anti-religious Value v DisValue.
So that Oppositional Defiant Disorder
has become the singular unsung purpose
of the Department of [Not]Justice
and the Department of Homeland [In]Security
and the Department of [Mis and Dis]Education
and the Department of Health and Human [Dis]Services
and the Department of [Violent]Defense
has reformed
to become, once again, the Department of [Anti-Peace]War
Valuing [not]human and [not]civil and [not]religious Rights
[vs polytheistic Wrongs]
Disvaluing humane
and civil
and inter-religious Leftovers
Which,
when coldly unappealing,
often get thrown against the nearest wall
Left,
although not right,
for Cinderella to clean up
Which is her thankless
health and safety
civil service job.
To a father there may
Not be a greater joy than
A child who emulates
Maybe even idolizes his dad.
With a heart pouring over
With love my youngest boy
Proudly states, “I have written a poem.”
My heart soars and love overflows …
His next words reconfirm what
I suspected; he wants to be like dad
He asked me to post it on Poetry Soup.
The next lines are his as I beam …
Kind, nice, Outgoing, and Funny this is
How I live in this strange World. I live
With a funny family always cheering
me on I go to a big school always
being great I have many friends
Always being Awesome intelligent
People, I go to a nice church
always being kind I really
like my life in this very strange
world.
I couldn’t have said it better
Little man.
A collaboration of Dad (60) and
David (10) Eklund