Long Gnarl Poems

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Growing Up

abominate, abhor, abuse, admonish, adumbrate, afflict, advance,
agitate, agonize, alcohol, announce, approach, awaken, bait, bark,
bawl, bedamn, bedevil, berate, betoken, bluster, bode, bother, break,
brew, browbeat, bully, caution, censure, chide, clutter, comminate,
complain, complicate, confuse, cow, crucify, DAD, damage, daughter,
deplore, detest, devil, disarray, disorder, disparage, distress, divine,
embroil, enforce, enmesh, ensnarl, entangle, entwine, exacerbate,
excruciate, execrate, expiate, family, feel, fist, flex, forebode,
forecast, forerun, foresee, foreshadow, foreshow, foretell, foretoken,
forewarn, frighten, fulminate, gnarl, gnash, grieve, growl, hammer,
hang, harass, harbinger, harmonize, harrow, heckle, herald, hound,
injure, intimidate, impend, imperil, imprecate, inflict, intuit, involve,
irk, jam, jeopardize, joy, knot, laughter, loom, love, maze, menace,
mistreat, molest, Mom, muck, muddle, mumble, murmur, mutter,
nag, normalize, omen, overhang, overshadow, perplex, persecute,
pester, plague, portend, preindicate, provoke, punish, push, presage,
pressurize, prognosticate, promise, prophesy, provoke, punish,
quarrel, quiz, rack, ravel, rebuke, reprimand, risk, scare, scold,
scourge, scowl, sense, shake, shame, signify, smite, snap, snarl, son,
soothsay, spook, strike, tangle, tease, terrorize, threaten, thunder,
torment, torture, trouble, upset, usurp, vaticinate, vex, vilify,
vociferate, walk, warn, worry, wound, wring, yell, yelp, zero, zip, zone.


Tangled Vines

I got tangled up in this relationship
that offers no hope for anything but regrets,
no wedding ring on finger...
it's tucked in my jacket pocket;
woe to me if it ever dropped by accident,
I will lose her trust for the quest of lust!



My lies are uglier than tangled vines
going upward to seek light on a gloomy day;
and the higher they reach, 
the more they gnarl themselves
as arms entwined by threads of every color
and mine feel the same so helplessly ensnared by despair. 



Why has passion become obsession?
Have I found in her that erotic escape to entice fantasy?
And what the consequences will be?
The loss of someone who had faith in me...
when I swore to love her faithfully through joy and dire!



Entered in Constance La France's contest,
" Tangled Vines "
Written on 7/15/2013

Premium Member Haunted Woods

Behind silvery gray animus clouds, the moon does hide.
The night does cry; its heartbeat rise and falls, like the tide.
Celestial, sleepless, unbending, cold night gathered overhead,
Veiling eerie shadows, eternal time with hideous guise, dread.

Idle and dank, surrounded by broken-down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree, 
A grave “No TRESPASSING” sign forbidding entry to the beastly; 
Hangs warding off the unwanted and those had doubts, 
Only spiders spurred, floating sticky secure line hidden hereabouts.

Wind weaves through mangled limbs with howls, and spies embed
A gaunt, ghostly, hollow, hooded man, sickle in hand, in its stead; 
Reaping of life, lifting his black haunting mound shroud a ted.
Condemned, refusing to release its ghostly dead.

Strain, howling, a full moon he stands, searchingly ahead;
Pain screams rip from his throat, bones, and soft tissue bled.
A stir in the air dares to forsake, on, as he falls to his knees, unfed.
Conned the night a moment longer, blood it did crave, then fled.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Journey Begins

Then I walked inside the room 
Pondering myself what I would be
After years of struggle inside the classroom
Something I should be for the rest of my life.
Grabbed my pen and wrote things down
Hard works were over and I must begin again
This is the moment to be fiercer than my past
A time to be more serious in my chosen path
A new beginning I should have to get along with
Quite gnarl and gory to start from the scratch
Anything could end greater than what is expected
I could die in hunger after all these circumstances
Journey begins with a plain and simple plan
Then it will suddenly take me to the top.
All well prepared for hunting a job
Take a deep breath as this excursion begins…

Premium Member God Forbid

My life is very insular, I move from page to page
never straying far from words which prance upon the written stage.

like a sputtering engine my tongue tangles on a phrase
I rub my eyes, red and raw, I can't remove my aged gaze.

My fingers curl and knuckles gnarl as velum dances right
I read, I write, I think and pause, I can't turn out the light.

Compose, I will, adjust I must, each simile an anchor 
to a life much analyzed, but lived with little rancor.

like the scribes of ancient Rome my fingertips are worn
yet I persist with joyous bliss for I know I must go on. 

My form has bent, bowed and curled to meet the need of the word
God forbid, I went through this lifetime never being heard.
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Hey Come Join Us

Bathed in delightful unknowingness I keep to myself.
I am not tempted to jump into the sewer of negativity I see unfolding 
The pool that often times seem to saturate and permeate this pack.
I refer to them as the negative three, but only to myself as
Everything you say gets back to everyone. 
I am old enough to have learned this the hard way a hundred times already.

Hey! One yells. Come join us. We are working on a little petition.
They are always working on a little petition against somebody.
For all I know this time it is against me; they have just forgotten.
I smile, and give them a jaunty, happy wave, friendly-like, but keep walking.

One of them says something and they laugh.
From experience I know they are not laughing in a good way.
I dare not hasten my steps, for when bullies smell fear, this is
When they chase you down and cut your jugular.

I am not even smug at my self-power, 
Or even my escape prowess. I know the smallest nuance of worry
Could ignite and instigate the Negative Three.
They have tentacles that twist and gnarl, 
They used to be a lot farther-reaching than they are now.
People have their “number”.

Mob-mentality almost always re-directs the weak.
I congratulate myself as I get out of sight, 
Escaping from the three who disparage people rather than ideas,
Three who are always on a “feeding frenzy” to “get” someone.
I am glad and relieved that I am a lone wolf.

Premium Member Halloween Night

Halloween 

Haunting monsters roam on an October Halloween spooky night

As munchkin stroll dress in their costumes that fright  

Large carved pumpkins laugh as inside candles flicker bright
 
Lifeless lackadaisical zombies walk the street on sight, ghost in white

Occasional Owl hoot as monsters howl in the darkness plight 

Witches on broomstick, Warlocks wrapped in black capes, before day light
 
Enchanting the moon. Spiders that bite, weaving sticky webs that stick-tight 

Eerie gravestones and casket lids that open yelling "Boooo…."at midnight

Night ebbs with jumpin sounds of trick-or treat, ghost, goblins dance in delight

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Naughty black feline stepping its paws nonchalantly teasing the dog 
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Nonplussed decrepit two- story haunted house 

Idle and dank surrounded by broken down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree boughs

Grave  “No TRESPASSING”  sign  forbidding entry for even a mouse

Hangs  warding off  the unwanted  and those that had doubts

Tenebrous  gloom  brought  brooding shadows around the house


10/13/2016

Children Story
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

A Teacher's Poem

You are all cool kids in your youngest ever age,

You make each other day like you’re out of your cage.

When I talk, you always listen.

My pretty good lessons are enjoyably missing.

 

You make arguments like you are all geared for war.

Exchanging of words is so much but gnarl.

You easily get cracked in my foolish same japes,

Those dreamlike faces are as sweet as those grapes.

 

We found each other in this old darkest place,

Our bonds are crazy like a guy running in maze.

You frequently ask questions about me,

Easily believed like a fairy tale book on my knee.

 

Yes! You laugh and correct each other’s mistakes.

It’s totally dangerous like a fox jumping in high stakes.

You put me in an all high status of my life,

You are always part of me… Part of my life.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member What I See- Nursery Rhyme

I see gulls gliding in the air.
I watch them landing down in pair.
All around me is the sea.

I see waves beating on the shore.
I hear them gnarl and roar.

I see Dolphins in the vast expanse.
I see them swim and dance.

I see ships sailing over waters wide.
I watch them quiver and glide.

I see shells strewn on the beach.
I pick up all that is within my reach.

I see children of my age sit and play.
Occasionally shouting ‘hooray’!

I see with every wave, a jet of spray.
They drench me as they come in sway.

I see waves rising high.
They seem to reach up to the sky.
All around me is the sea!

_______________________

March. 29.2023

~ Placed First~

Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
Form: Rhyme

We Danced By Poet John Heck

 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.

I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.

Such clarity. Such wisdom.

Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.

A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.

Such simplicity. Such compassion.

Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.

I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.

Such diversity. Such nothingness.

Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.

Disclaimer:" We Danced" poem written in the year 2009 
by Mr.John Heck,a wonderful poet to be known who is no longer in our P.S family.
Being new to this site ,very sad to know few of them 
have already demised.
Let's explore the treasure box by reading their works.
I am sure we can gain lots of knowledge and in fact 
improve our writing skills too. 
May the demised soul's RIP.
We can keep them alive through posting 
and re-reading their dedications.

1-7-2020

Note: Submitting in "The Uncontest" Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco.
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.

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