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Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Quietude
I fail to coerce the pleasures
of the angular hushed cast that
repose near secret abundance,
an army of cloudy measures.
They dance serenely against less
modest logging near its silence
defense, encountering seizure
as my statuesque poise digress.
Overwhelmed, stood diminutive
in a soundless spread of leisure
as a mime wall layout treasures
of a speechless contributive.
The shadowed wall rises and sinks,
as one tongue-tied formed forty winks,
the whole functionality blinks,
an inaudible show methinks.
Tis unbearable to witness,
pray tell my savior cometh to
provoke a feather to fall and
perplexes an analysis.
I reveal my lamentation
of it intuitively stunned,
the fluffiness whisked e'er so soft
facing the wood-grained foundation.
Creating such a disturbance
of natural elements oft
space and time, that its sheer purpose
o'er the grain gave an appearance.
Twas newsworthy, the faintest hint,
proffered my initial imprint,
that the perceptiveness blueprint,
was a micro-captive reprint.
2020 February 17
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
3. A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rhyme Scheme;
abca, dced, feaf, hhhh, abca, dced, feaf, hhhh.
Howmanysyllables;
32 lines x 8 syllables per = 256 syllables total
One donut, to sit upon,
surround the abdomen,
to sweeten the A1c; see
you later in antipathy
but the entire moment
was delicious, short-lived,
with finger and lips, licked,
and a krispy kreme coffee
at just the late hour, a peak
like pike’s to keep the heart
jumping jacks; eyes wide
open underneath shut lids
donuts and caffeine spinning,
lids open and closing - the learned
steer far from this good ship lollipop.
temple is throbbing under its spell.
there’s a donut to pay, a pain
in the knowing - soon it’ll be showing
its plan: the hasty krispy kreme or
the dunkin-kind - a sweet lambaste
don’t wear its ring
or fall for its filling
you’ll have to divorce
this goody…you can have half
11/12/2022
In the evenings twilight gloaming
daytime changelings cease their roaming
place acorn hats upon their heads
lay down in hidden feather beds.
Some sleep while others shake in fear
as blackness comes so ever near,
and beasties you should never see
will search the night for me and thee.
Strange sounds break silence of the night
as darkness takes away your sight.
Scuffles, howls, a sickening moan;
echoes that chill you to the bone.
When, if you sleep, they stay with you
they live within you through and through;
the beasties you should never see
who search the night for me and thee.
The cockcrow is some distance yet
more demons you have not yet met.
Night seems much longer than a day;
that moment when the changelings play.
Is that the creaking of the stairs?
You quickly say your hasty prayers
that beasties you should never see
don’t search the night for me and thee.
Modern man has less dexterity.
I think I know one reason why,
The replacement of the button
With the zippered trouser fly.
It took some finger manipulation
To keep each button firmly seated
Just a brief tug of the zipper and
The manoeuvre’s now completed.
No exercise of the fingers or
Checks on leaving the loo
Just to ensure that no button
Was fastened slightly askew.
Modern man can have confidence
Nothing untoward is left on show
Just one pull of the fastener and
He’s concealed and ready to go.
But, has he paid a prince by not
Having to stop and linger
To correctly place each button
And thus exercise each finger.
It didn’t burn many calories
Maybe not even a couple
But it required coordination
And it kept the fingers supple.
A lost trouser button could
Very easily be sewn back on
A broken zipper means use of
Garment at least temporarily gone.
Yes, there was a lot to be said
For the buttoned trouser fly.
I suppose I’m just a relic
From times long gone by
When the world was less hasty
Without this modern daily stress
And a man had the time just
To pause and check his dress.
Mightier than fibs and sharp swords,
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale,
And glossed lips' deodorized words.
Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail,
And fain betray old veneered guards.
Unfettered truth predates olden floods.
Earlier than Noah's Ark and hasty hail
Unbowed stood her long-tenured trail,
Defanging vibes of fact-twisting nerds.
Unbent still won truth's candid cards,
Outlasting every knavish fibbing tale;
And justice bespectacled favored jail,
Where oft cool heels of reptiled duds.
Why not tell it to blank wingless birds:
If stoutest truth's tempest-tossed sail
Long neutered was by wealthier gale,
Over gold's Monsoon-storming girds?
~~~Magna est veritas et praevalebit~~~.
If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think.
It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink
You don’t even know what it is my friend says.
She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez.
Look at its legs, I reply. They look tickly tasty.
Not so fast! Says the crawler. Let’s not be hasty!
Inez says “I never eat food that speaks to me.”
“I will make an exception,” I say, “That thing is free.”
Inez is not as choosy as I thought that she was.
I begin bathing the sink creature, fluffing his fuzz.
"Wait!" the crawly thing says. “That brush is too short for me!”
The second I stop, he scuttles down the drain to flee.
It's one o'clock in the noon and a hasty couple snuggling
under an orange umbrella walks
on a glossy lane of the misty park deserted by folks...
as soft, transparent and warm
raindrops keep on pelting,
but these happy lovers seem worry-free,
not unafraid of the approaching storm!
We, too, have walked under
a big umbrella hugging tenderly,
sharing thoughts and breathing fragrant air!
Love feelings can be intense under
an umbrella made for two having fun;
no, they don't seem to quiver
laughings in the freezing November rain without sun!
Yes, they enjoy a long walk that will take them home...
while staring down at the puddles that foam;
and if the northern wind blew,
they would lose it to the clouds that are somewhat blue!
Written by Andrew Crisci
Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" Symbolism: The Umbrella "
4/3/2014
Visual I
on 4/3/2014
Operating on egos, heavy trust excavator
Temptress trampled tendons, smooth massuese
Promised loyalty, gushing hasty behaviour
Brought men false hope of frail soul's spruce
In her rancid blood, infused through bone
Methods to tease displayed glitter gleam genuine
Blinded sociable victims, feelings on loan
Passed true hearts to her raw to be grilled in pain
Phillippa's diction wrapped wholly in self progess
Dripping honey hands rubbed despondent
Caused fragile faith to cluster beneath her caress
Pleased moans drown clandestine wanton
Balmy endearment seeped from lascivious tongue
Money fled cheerfully from them as echoes
Sweet sway, her silky serenade, systematically sung
Stifled sage judges amidst ravenous shadows
2020
6th December
- sickness caresser -
Written for Contest 'Faith Healer'
Sponsor:
Kai Michael Neumann
Look out for a Scally getting pally in an alley
Or a boy from a Welsh Valley going doolally
Watch out for a Gadabout in polished brogue
Keep tally of reprobates mates out on a rally
The Rogue knack seems to be back in vogue
King of the bling castle that Rascal debacle sparkle
Why possibly be a flunky if you could instead be
Punky freaky funky sneaky spunky cheeky monkey
Wastrel with Scoundrel and a Ne’er Do Well revel
Grins sparking at sins of fancy dans and Harridans
Twins of long pins dance spin with larking Larrikins
Drifter Imp or Grifter pimp do scrimp always a cad
Unravel dishevel like a Devil from that lower level
Had by a champ Scamp Artful Dodger to crafty lad
Fond of Rapscallion swearing Vagabond & medallion
Delightful tomfoolery wearing well frightful jewellery
Drunken Scallywag swagbag brag of sunken galleon
Blighter sounder Bounder all rounder fighter & stallion
Villain scouring vulture devouring souring culture carrion
Tyro on giro Rake or Tyke on the take always a Herbert
Hasty helluva pasty fella but tasty & stellar as fresh turbot
Can't cellar or curb it not a hermit more animal than kermit
Shan’t enslave a fave Knave or Snake who crave a sherbet..
Yesterday, time stirrred of reveries when
All of Summer brought colours bright;
My love's longing roamed this place, yet
Troubles whipped our days; in a rush it
Seemed your tenderness withered fast.
So hasty for that promise of evermore,
Far from flames that once led us to new stars
Away from a maze, until noons grew cold.
Now, despair widenened a river made,
It drained petals crowning your hair. But love
Looks at us without a glimpse of eternity
As miles flew by, not one word for a heart yearned.
Though roots are tended where gardens bloom
They're dried by sun's heat, unwatered and frail;
Here where our fingers dug into the sand
To memorize the glory of dew. I asked you to
Stay and wait for birds to name our songs.
Oh, those hours when wings of joy flew
I recall the way your smile rustled with the wind.
Believe me, I'm unable to bequeath this glow
In you I found the luster of dusk, more beaming than
Yesterday, today or even tomorrow, still---
Yesterday's Acrostic Contest