Long Extended metaphor Poems
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In all uv lights
save
The Moon's
her cinnamon tresses
the longest halo
mine ever
known
Hern pretty lays
'Gainst the stone
affixed it's cold
hern gem
glisters
Her mitt's painted digits
claw
Feet lift
the nymph's
torso tall
Visage flat
the castle's wall
her
hot
breath
crystalline
her wink
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A communist leader judging himself
a semi-god, that's why so
vainglorious opened the window and spotted
the sun...
- Hello sunshine ... good morning!
The surprised sun replied:
- Good Morning.
The afternoon came, the chauvinist leader
aware of his condition, he opened the window and
again saluted the sun:
- Good afternoon, sunshine ...!
The sun to end the prose soon said:
- Good afternoon.
At night, wanting to demonstrate his superiority
before colleagues the arrogant leader opened
the window and shouted ...
- Good night sun ....!
- Good night sun ... !!
- Good night sun .... !!!
The sun did not answer ...
The leader angrily shouted:
-Who do you think you're dealing with ... I'm
greatest leader of the army in Germany
Oriental ... how dare you stay silent!
Then there was a fleeting, distant voice,
almost inaudible ...
- Ssh silence ... I'm not there now,
I'm in the east ...!
Different Opinions Ain't Attacks
Relax if I wanted drama, I'd
Turn on Reality TV and watch folks
Falling to pieces
I'm not throwin' shade, I'm throwing thoughts,
And half the occasions they bounce off
You like "girl " , that's all you got?
We're just a pair of brains doin'
Mental gymnastics, Flippin' ideas like
Bargain-bin mattresses- Unsteady but
Somehow still workin' in practice.
Flippin thoughts like those mysteries-
Brand mattresses online-
You don't know what's inside, but it holds
Up just fine.
Flippin ' perspectives like discount mattresses-
A lil' unstable, but still gets the job done with
Zest.
Disagreement Ain't danger-its
Cardio for the cortex, A lil' jog for your
Judgement,
A stretch for your overtone, no beef, no grief,
No emotional sabotage- just grown- folks
Echoing through this community, epilog
Where the acoustics make every opinion
Sound like a monologue collage.
You toss your angel, I toss mine right back-
That's not a threat, that's a conversational
Life hack.
And if I crack a joke mid-debate, don't fluster
Humor's my way of keepin' the vibe
Aerodynamic, So your ego don't inflate
Like a economical pool float- tragic
No shade, no blade, no drama on deck-
Just swagger in the jargon and respect in
The subtext, Cause grown-folks can disagree
Without fuming it's complex.
So breathe let your thoughts expand out
And yield in.
Let your peace stay seated while your mind
Takes a stand,
Cause different opinions ain't attacks,
They're just an extra way to understand...
And if you still feel attacked?
Dear, that's your WI-FI- not my words-
You need to reset your emotional modem
And try again.
Soon the thymus is lost,
ok, no nonsense,
everything as...
Worse is to lose the sense, the grace
to be a boy...!?
It's not lethal, losing the gourd...
but the spleen... not that
you can lose!
Lose your loving heart,
It's sad, very sad, almost
mortal... but the heart
lost physique, is fatal,
it's fatal...
Lose your cool, calmly
sometimes you can...
But losing your soul... that
no angel helps...!
Folk Song in the Key of G Silent
Amazin’ grace is shinin’ down on me.
I must be doin’ somethin’.
A warbler’s singin’ in a hawthorn tree.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
This bloomin’ garden, she’s lookin’ lovely,
As the clouds above me go their merry way.
There’s truth and beauty in a dandelion.
I must be doin’ somethin’.
It costs me nothin’ and it’s mine, all mine.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
Called Mother Nature a sexy dancer.
Heard an echo answer, It’s my lucky day.
My love and I are walkin’ arm in arm,
I must be doin’ somethin’.
Found a heads-up penny and a four-leaf charm.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
I view these omens with the suspicion
That the joy I’m wishin’ for is here to stay.
Amazin’ grace is shinin’ down on me.
I must be doin’ somethin’.
Hearin’ Mozart in a bluebird symphony.
I must be doin’ somethin’ right.
Innacurate mariner's spear
Molests sand, sending
reprisal's quiet return
wrath of a once in seventy
year storm
Wounds sailor in scorn
Misguided barbed harpoon
missiles silt, shore bound
Beasts swim by...
Breaching, phallic
Burrowed harpoon
breathes in between
spaces grains give
Tide brings drink
- Salty stew of recourse
- rubs sins' reveal
Altered memories
can mingle with blood's dissolved
culmination
Persuasion picks apart iron
Dagger's gradual horizontal
rusts as a Christmas tree
spruce in nasal cavity
Flavour seasons meat
for next festive season
4th August 2020
Submitted for: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest: Heart's Truth
thought as poetry
past present future surreal
pure expressions cure
deific communing in time
softly breath stitches rare rhymes
stillness turns wheel feel
creating cosmic garlands
recognise lyrics
emotions eclectic ebbs
awakens colourful dreams
mirror reflections
nouns verbs adjectives adverbs
ether air worded
fire water earth stanzas
carries stories converses
stimulates seconds
fathoms then embraces faith
promotes perfect peace
forms galore eastern western
feeding fertility flames
intrinsic to life
advances awareness awed
forge fraternity
transmuting darkness to art
wisdom deepens liberty
_______________________
PLACED 4Th : STANDARD CONTEST
ON TANKA STRINGS
Master artist as he is,
God made even greater art,
when he created you!
Brightened your walk,
gave you moon texture
with softness on the skin,
thought of cotton clouds
when sculpting your breasts and curves
and wonderful muse hips !
Made you a goddess of love!
God for me, made noble rustic art...
I thank him, everything is fine...!
Skin red from the scorching sun,
strong arms to embrace you
enchanted, astonished eyes
for your beauty, and for you...
I'm glad he cared
to join us...!
So let's do what he wants!
may we praise and love him...
let's make love!
Let us love each other like God
so well ordered...
Love is art...
Divine art!
March field
snow patched scars
deer forage
green stubble flirting
the ground parsimonious
its fast food scarcity
Deer raise their heads
regard my presence, murky
Their eyes clear, deep, almond round
shaking something in me
solemnizing freedom
Nature's rated stature
flecked streamlined beauty
compact torsos
triggered taunt launching
A thought that trophy room plundering
could cut nimble hoofers
complicated narrative
the jagged edge of hunting
Deer holding my fixed attention
that slips from boxed corners
making space for reconsidering
to forego what's crushing
a blend to nomadic tramping
competing urges
Rippled cues of wishing
to know life in rhythmic movement
to singe bits of living
blurred escape
like deer in hurdle leaps
to flee,
light flickering vanity
that craves invisible spaces
Poem revised: April 22, 2021
It didn't take long
every manager there
tried signing both men.
Looking out for there
interest, calling making
arrangements. Both men
were advised of what
they were getting involved
With. They choose a manager
and signed the contract.
A meddling Scooter Bainez
Came down and involved
himself, told both men
He looked forward to weaseling
his way into contention, and told
whoever lost should be made to
leave; cause didn't feel like hearing
no whiney helper licking his wounds
like a whiny brat!
The match went on.
At 22:19 " Meaty" Morehead of Ord
Came down to ringside and
Apache Chopped "The Kruel"Cast Guilder
allowing The Big sky , to gain the fall
at 30:01. The Big sky became the new
World's champion!