Long Idiom Poems
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The Frog Strangler
(Idiom for a torrential rain)
Miracle Man
5/2/2022
With little variant, rain came straight down,
winds whisper was so faint it couldn’t be heard.
Bar ditches, now so full of water a frog could drown,
but by this rain my spirit remains undeterred.
Though frogs are amphibians much unlike a toad,
the old story has it that they do often strangle.
Yet I find no remains where high water has flowed,
just another mystery for my mind to untangle.
In our 2 acre yard, low spots, “like ponds” stand full,
when will someone be able to cut the grass once more.
Our rain gauge now appears to be nearing brimful,
thoughts exit strangling frogs for a mowing chore.
More Idiom Humor
Miracle Man
1/23/2024
Some days I just wake up feeling of low self esteem,
I survey the night’s happenings and almost scream.
Other days I feel “dumber than a barrel of hair”,
asking myself this question, Does anyone care?
I’m feeling “as useless as two wagons in a one horse town”.
and, of course it’s the news that has given me my frown.
Sometimes I feel the need of a little morale booster,
but that would be “like putting socks on a rooster”.
I dare not wake Sweetie so I’m “as quiet as a meadow mouse”,
“Because she can start a fight in an empty house”.
I’ll ask what’s for breakfast when I’m craving food,
I can tell by her stare, if “She’s in a horn tossing mood”.
She responds with, “Whatever floats your boat,” smurf,
now I’m left “as confused as a goat on astroTurf”.
After fifty-eight years I’ve grown used to her “naggin”
now, “It’s just about time to put our chairs in the wagon”.
At our advanced age very little induces a laugh,
but my sweetie knows, “if I’ve got a biscuit, she’s got half.”
Cowards die many times before their deaths…
Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2 ~William Shakespeare
spouse
a souse
classic grouse
a big girl's blouse
portent ominous
assertions blasphemous
obscure and anonymous
his skulking is nefarious
utterances acrimonious
and implicature often dubious
uxorious but still pusillanimous
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An example of a rhopalic verse.
Rhopalism: A rhopalic sentence is one in which each successive word is one letter longer than the previous one. In poetry: where each word is one syllable more, or it might increase each line in a stanza by one syllable (per my example), or a metric foot.
IN THE SAME CATEGORY OF CONSTRAINED WRITING
The Rhopalic Couplet, also called Wedge Verse, was first used by Homer in the Iliad (3.182). It is a poetic unit of 2 rhopalic lines where each word progresses adding one more syllable than the preceding word in the line, for example, 1, 2, 3, 4 … syllables. The sequence of the syllable count can be identical in the second line, or it may be reversed. The couplet does not need not rhyme.
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In The Coward, stanzas are broken up along the syllables of the end rhymes: spouse, souse, grouse, blouse; om-i-nous, blas-phe-mous, a-non-y-mous; ne-far-i-ous, ac-ri-mo-ni-ous, du-bi-ous & pu-sil-lan-i-mous.
LEXICON
acrimonious: (adj) (typically of speech or discussion) angry and bitter.
a big girl’s blouse: British idiom, meaning someone is ineffectual or weak; someone failing to show masculine strength of determination
disposition: (n.) inherent characteristics.
grouse: (n.) one who complains constantly.
implicature: (n.)* the action of implying a meaning beyond the literal sense of what is explicitly stated, for example, saying the picture frame is nice and implying I don’t like the picture.
innate: (n.) inborn, natural
nefarious: (adj) (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal.
portent: (n.)
1. a sign or warning that a momentous or calamitous event is likely to happen, an omen.
2. (literary) an exceptional or wonderful person or thing. [‘What portent can be greater than a pious notary.’]
pusillanimous: (adj) showing a lack of courage or determination; timid.
souse: (n.) a drunkard.
Sometimes, I feel like a running brook and in midstream there is a boulder, that I am forced to flow around, yet I know the true force of the current that keeps me flowing and it is inevitable of serenity.
Even now while in my wintry solstice there is still a desire for God's brilliant and reviving idiom and metaphors with great intensity.
Under his illuminating wisdom, there is no fallacy in his true and perfect order, for God is the roaring seas, the bright and enormous galaxies, and the winds that move greatly in rushing degrees or moves like a sobering breeze.
His Holy words illuminate my soul and though I am not at all comely, I cling to his words as if I was a Mandevilla vine and, I am delightfully appease.
His words remain in my thoughts each day and strengthen my steps through shameless debauchery and I am diligent in my pursuit on the road to righteousness.
As I spar with trials and tribulations, I feel his closeness.
Regardless of how narrow my path darkens, his candle shines brightly upon my head.
I fear not my trespasser, and I have no hunger for other philosophical system with proposed wisdom, for my soul is not empty but is filled with his holy bread.
Was the article illusive
In transparent approach
The suitor in study
As students with rome?
Cause and able, yet
There she isn't
Ive died in your dear wifes eyes
tell me i never loved her
hurt after the dancings done
ive died in your dear wifes eyes
and theyve been taken away
tell me i never loved an angel
hurt after the dancings done
thugger enter the idiom
corner unpainted, love irish
b, low, c nuttin
craned, exam, deliver the news
leave all these younga brohtas bent
kneckin on a fence
weezers
the boy's in t.o. puttin on advisors
saw you a step out
ob gy n you thoughts
why you catchin trash
yo mama radio no latch
free rides for too strong
mama and daddy silly idols
al dented the news racks
elbows up
Is my notepad a blank space,
canvass or image-ridden spot,
thoughts of aqua bead elation,
mesmerise beyond the fence,
they jump gaudy traffic lights,
but runaway relish cuts wild shape,
when fantasy and environment,
a seamless transit might appear,
notions spiral in frothy oceans,
as time a spring time winger,
unfolds, unveils, unfurls,
its unique ruby nugget chain,
a doorway widens wondrous wares,
I am wide awake to treasures,
set on blaze by rapid prompt,
pencils, crayons, brushes lie down,
to attention writer’s tools,
and a dab of paint on rim,
I’m this usher pulsing conduit,
verily at the cusp of opus,
that has a charging current,
to be found heartily exuded,
must this inbred dalliance,
count for that mint broadside,
as I dwell behind an urban hedge,
the water of wafer thin wetness,
I peer at whilst straying lazily,
to pick up the city rumble,
to avoid that red blush tumble,
into pop up pool endowed,
with variegated plant life enshroud,
frangipani, star jasmine, golden cane palm,
exotic edge encircled feast,
schools of fish in wagtail swarm,
aquarium exhibit for marine throng,
fascinated by the plethora of genus,
and mindful of early dawn tread,,
figment is that candle to nourish,
in saliva swirl anticipation ahead,
that bright mark one might conjure,
as the verse weaver weighing contour,
synonym, wordplay, idiom equivalent,
sudden splash of ink,
indignant worst hand scribble,
gathering, assembling, unifying,
morning hours a speedy sequence,
noonday intermission, afternoon stretch,
evening getting close,
one on a journey might amass,
inspired phrases for posterity,
I wonder has my time come or gone
I sing the praises of Sterilite
(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,
most notably Sauerkraut,
which is fermented white cabbage.
Additionally, "Kraut"
can be a derogatory slang term
for Germans, similar to how "Frogs"
used for the French,
according to The Guardian).
which accolades vocalized
on behalf of a company
whose sturdy products
helped transform the wife
from a potential candidate
of Hoarders buried alive
into a rival for the Odd Couple
neatnik character Felix Unger
though room for improvement
the spouse tries to abide
by the phrase
"a place for everything
and everything in its place"
an idiom that promotes
organization and orderliness,
where maximizing the space
afforded by a one bedroom apartment
here at Highland Manor
taught us the necessity
of maintaining an ever closer approximation
to becoming the reigning queen
of spic and span
affected by the mandates of management
(reinforced by dictates
of urban housing for low income
linkedin to yearly "violations")
toward instilling acquiring
"the model tenant award"
by regular inspections
which if I ruled the world
would include a month of free rent
as an extra incentive
leaving no room
for the likes of Oscar Madison,
which objective becoming
neat and tidy truth be told
finds me relishing living
according to the gospel
of several people offering
decluttering and organization methods
similar to Marie Kondo's KonMari approach,
focusing on simplifying and creating
a more joyful living space.
Some notable figures
include Gretchen Rubin,
known for her
"Outer Order, Inner Calm"
philosophy, and The Home Edit duo,
Clea Shearer and Joanna Teplin,
who emphasize visual organization.
Other methods, like Swedish Death Cleaning
and Peter Walsh's approach,
also offer alternative strategies
for decluttering and organizing one's home.
verse 1
When the world is bored of doing right or wrong;
And their placement in society been prolonged;
Hope has failed, the choice has been renamed;
You wallow in pain;
verse 2
When the price of your soul is numerated;
Your life and death struggles constipated;
I can't relate to this, I move on;
Can you relate to this song. . .
chorus
woo oh oh
Optimism is a mental attitude or world view.
This is what I believe in, this is how I choose;
This along with faith make my spirit resonate;
Oh, Lord I am of optimism faith
Oh, woo Oh, Lord I got Optimism and Faith
The substance of things hoped for;
The evidences of things not seen, Oh, God I believe...
verse 3
When the world is tied up in knots;
And the interrelationships with the races is not;
Hope has failed, the choice has been renamed;
You wallow in hate;
verse 4
When the peace in your heart has stopped;
Your inter man soul is lost ;
I can't relate to this, I move on;
Can you relate to this song. . . hallelujah
REFRAME;
A common idiom used to illustrate optimism
Stand on faith, just in this
Believe on it
Oh, Lord I am of optimism faith
Oh, woo Oh, Lord I got Optimism and Faith,
DEDICATED AND INSPIRED BY AND TO
"MYSTIC ROSE'"
One of Poetry Soups Poetess
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
12/01/17
from the anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends"
Happiness to me can be found in
even the strangest of dark places
As any comment to me
Even if it's only just for someone
to have a go and criticize my point
of view and what i have wrote about
Is a million times better than
no comment at all
To me a comments a comment
even if it's not a compliment or
a bad one
Who am i to say i and what i
write about is right
All i know and think is that
individual cared enough to
take the time to read and comment
in the 1st place
So gratefully cheers regards much obliged and my sincere appreciation thanking you very much to anyone who has ever read and commented
on a poem i wrote
The heart wants what the heart
wants and any form of
comment brings me untold
happiness and yearning for
my next
As personally a comment
to me is a writters best friend
And as i have so very far and few
i am often forced to call upon
that age old idiom in barron times
It's not all about the quantity
but the quality
Fog unravels its gray threads to smother the sky
and numb the mind,
words slip away to find other mouths
to fall from.
Wallowing in a low funk,
enveloped by a dull dislike
of these sprawling hours,
and this gun-metal sky
shuffling along
as a ghost in carpet slippers.
Into a deep glass of wine
shrinking spirits sink,
listless lips sip mechanically.
Words wriggle away as if escaping a fire.
Idiom and phrase morph into clichés.
Too few words arrive
to pin down or hammer onto a page.
The wine has no taste
it was poured too early, drank too late.
A mist lingers in that headspace
where creativity slumbers listlessly.
Daylight grows old, the mist turns red
it's not the sunset painting these thoughts -
it's a sullen anger.
That anger began to grow around 3pm
with the realization that I really have been
unplugged from myself,
and that today no eyes will see
those lost or found words which appear
when I allow a white electronic page
to turn me on
and not off.