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How do you think Scheherazady
Would incorporate her body
To spice up those tales and keep enticed
That potentate?
She would ges-tic-u-late.
Aladdin could have faced disaster,
But the djinn said to his master,
"I've three wishes I can grant
But can't articulate
Lest you ges-tic-u-late."
In ancient Greece Olympian Zeus
Would turn his Titan anger loose,
And lightning bolts he'd throw to show
That how his wrath to demonstrate,
He would ges-tic-u-late.
Superheroes spend long hours
Developing their special powers
Of strength and speed that's unimpeded,
So they wear costumes both for show and to facilitate
When they ges--tic-u-late.
So, let me say here, as I wind up,
When you talk, just make your mind up,
To enhance your speech and diction,
Take a tip from folks in fiction,
Make your conversation great
And just ges-tic-u-late.
HEAVEN'S NATURE WITNESS OUR DREAM
Outstretched maternal skies
bleeding slowly as the sun smiles,
running golden rays
fugue flux flowed by,
frozen bear-shaped clouds
extend their arms to hug the beams.
Charmingly, the light meets
the earth with a tender embrace...
Escaped warmth escalates,
it raise the speed of roses blush,
dew caressing snake-grass dried in flash,
gold-and-black striped wasps kiss---
the red apples chin and oh how sweet
even the nestled mistrels began to sing!
Skirt-lair of violets and lilacs puff
luring scents, it populates the atmosphere.
Finger-tantalized tendrils of hair
stroke repeatedly the whistling wind,
gently I clap my hands:
an accompaniment to thumps and stomps
of the two children laughing, dancing 'round and 'round.
Beside me, I hear his heart, beats! Beats! B-e-a-t...!
Beating like a little butterfly fluttering greet,
he planted a silky kiss atop my head.
Under the windows of gigantic trees,
the heavens witness the fruits,
we long dream.
When Cupids arrow land
finally hitting the right hearts:
"Imperfect but perfectly matched"...
Love mimics the tone of evergreens,
the sadness throbs tearing twang
it will be readily forgotten,
unmindful of the questions: how and why...
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***FREE VERSE - other term "vers libre", a form that doesn't use or follow a specific consistent meter; a regular rhyme and a particular number of lines. It is based on normal pauses and natural rhythmical phrases as compared to the artificial constraints of normal poetry.
***I love this poetry form because it allows me to write artistically; pattern;incorporate;narrate and include a bit of everything about other poetry forms: rhymes, alliteration, personification, metaphor, prose, rhythm, sounds etc. I as well can limit two lines with its syllable count to achieve beat and intensity. I alone can limit my pen.
Lastly, it underlines POETRY FREEDOM and POETRY EXPRESSION not limited by rules.
***For the contest: Poetry Writing #1
Sponsor: Broken Wings***
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
1:16 pm, December 16, 2015
To write in a way so it comes across
With meter and rhyme so nothing is lost
Sounds easy to most but Oh pray tell
Like adding cadence and metaphor well
But I'm no expert so I seldom comment
I mostly enjoy reading without lament
A finely crafted poem, a life of its own
Effects me deeply, gets me in the zone
Though I will admit I'm just an old softy
Most that I've read did touch me subtly
Since I was a young man with pen in his hand
Tried to mimic the greats and think I was grand
As the years rolled on I could see the truth
I was just a fool who quietly seemed aloof
Remembering the world how it used to be
In a simpler time when Bards roamed free
As something came from nothing we surmise
I lived my life with all that it truly implies
In the spirit of good fortune, I write in my rhymes
And try to incorporate the feelings and times
Many years have now passed, a message from my father,
sarcastically me he did chide
You won't live any longer,
from the lifestyle you have chosen to abide
My response to that remark,
it's not quantity of life that I seek
But quality every day, to live a healthy lifestyle
that will constantly keep me at my peak
So I looked at health insurance schedules
to assist achieve my aim
The first one called a universal scheme
well that one, it didn't fit the game
Illness insurance
is what it should be termed
Doesn't stop the sick, be they rich or poor
escape illness, they can both become infirmed
So the health insurance scheme
I chose to incorporate
Follows laws of nature, starting with,
carefully selecting everything I ate
Food free of pesticides,herbicides and fungicides
all produced with love care and passion
No commercial agricultural produce
For me these poisons are along way out of fashion
The use of early morning sun
stimulates the hormone melatonin
Unwinding resulting, early in the night followed by a restful sleep
from another hormone secretion seratonin
Exercising in the form,
of running every day
Whilst breathing through the nose,
both in and out, that's the recommended way
There are many other methods to keep the body healthy
I don't have lots of money
But wellness is my way of being wealthy
Heartbroken lass bereft of eminent beau
papa doth vicariously experience her
(mine daughter's) grievous woe.
Unfair a budding promising relationship nought
going to incorporate wedded bliss,
when for all the world
the strong humble lad
absconded to Puerto Rican his homeland.
Thus pained University
of Pennsylvania alumna
("star student") since grade one
at Belmont Hills Elementary
whose high school alma mater
i.e. Harriton High School,
now glum Oakland California transplant.
I (biological father),
who helped beget offspring
writhes with agony,
cuz he and the missus
sowed wild oats
during prime time,
when irresistible call of the wild
overtook wisdom to shuck contraceptive
yielding the miracle of life.
Parenthood never ended
just because declaration of independence
and autonomy witnessed natural propensity
for progeny to reliant become on self
forced shoulder living expense
no only for herself,
but deux darling
tortoiseshell dappled
five month old kittens
most certainly a constant reminder,
when she and he "two peas in a pod"
shared so many college campus memories,
whereby appearances hinted
and predicted a shared destiny
between two love birds.
An abrupt cleavage
rent asunder never witnessing
mutual graceful dotage
figuratively saddled once ebullient psyche
unnecessarily bogged our engineering minded lady
with cumbersome equipage
after they spent precious
young adulthood years together
emulating how married couple live, I gauge
such scenario, cuz talk of wedding bells
filled the (telephonic) airwaves,
whereby yours truly feeling blessed
potential prodigal son in law
his earning hand over fist big bucks
employed at Silicon Valley company
geared toward marketing fitness application.
Unsure how said high achiever
bolstered with you go girl refrain,
(who ofttimes communicated with Zayda,
i.e. his demise a crushing sorrow),
which inevitable prolonged decline
sundered special rapport
since more'n threescore
Earth orbits around the sun
papa acquired mechanical engineer degree
working within Aerospace Division
at General Electric.
Impossible mission not to care
despite mein kampf punctuated
with mine wanderlust flair
marital covenant garden variety
wordsmith did greatly impair
triggering hostility within mine humble lair
adulterer letter forcibly donned as outerwear.
I was one new boy on my block, had confidence
when seated in this classroom, for a conference
speech ~ waiting ~ not knowing what to expect
other nervous players were all new to me, yet
I could hold my own, when placed under their
deBate microscope ~ I had to show them here
all my cards, or be doomed ~ master's indeed
toying with me, but not for greed
needed to read between those lines, too succeed
a lion's den I was in ~ ready to proceed
joy came over me, at last ~ my turn up, teacher
wanted to incorporate ideas, this or that feature
here am I, to tell you, after quite some time
lessons I've learned back when, helped me fine,
today, I feel joy, now that was that
not nervous for a speech I'm still at ~ up to Bat.
This transmission is always meshed
Rotating gears of helical threshed
A dog clutch and synchronic ring
Engaging gears this fork in swing
Fourth, Third, second and first
Gears are changed at a burst
Just remember the letter H
When you move that stick
These gears don't grate
Shafts keep turning counter and main
Both can incorporate gears to twain
Idle and helical turning together
Select reverse, it’s truly clever
First, second, third and fourth
The dog clutch slides back and forth
Just select the one you need
Synchronized to match that gear's speed
So don’t forget this grand design
These gearboxes' built with smooth in mind
The next time you hear that crunchy sound
Just bear in mind your synch’s been ground
It’s only you not de-pressing that clutch
Firmly down, not double dee Dutch
So make this process smooth as can be
Then your transition will be sweet harmony
© Copyright K.C.Leake
17th October 2014
All Rights Reserved
Why do I self-express and share, indeed?
For I am but a "dark and troubled seed" ...
And should my pen let loose upon a page
You're apt to see that INK is what I bleed
I strive to layer phrases, fresh and free
Breathtaking depth ... with ambiguity
Using words in ways that paint a scene
Not getting lost in too much imagery
I study all the greats and take to heart
The classic script and detail of their art
To blend it with a modern form, my own
A trademark style, unique and set apart
I keep my child's heart in good repair
And plunge my soul as deeply as I dare
For both those aims are critical to verse
And writing with an insight that is rare
To tell you straight, the talent isn't mine
It comes from elsewhere, I am just a vine
But blessed am I to have received the gift
And humbled to be part of grand design
Still, if I had to give you just one jewel
Imagination's STILL the grandest tool
And if I could but give you just one MORE
Incorporate in ALL ... the Golden Rule. ;-)
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Why Would Your Self-Expression Matter To Others" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
We live in time,
We coexist with the unseen,
Or rather, the unseen coexists with us,
We are on a journey guided by our souls.
Time nurtures us.
We blossom, and at times we struggle with our existence.
We incorporate the grafted pieces,
Shielding the light of our souls.
We live to fight,
Pulling ourselves from the clutches of darkness.
We journey toward redemption,
Learning from our rises and falls.
Nature speaks to us;
It wants to aid us in discovering ourselves.
It seeks to assist us recover,
Living is a gift unwrapped by time.
April 22, 2025.
Are able to keep your joy when all about you
If you can appreciate another’s view,
But sagely keep advice, inside, anew,
If you can access this vital part of self,
Or you can protect your heart and your child’s soul,
Or keep happiness afloat, as if a gleaming elf,
And do not get side-tracked like a giant troll,
If you can enhance others, and help them spiritually grow.
And you can use your thoughts to uplift worldly good,
And you can ignore the whimpers of proponents of the woe,
And incorporate the Golden Rule as we all should,
If you can avoid what the masses deem as news,
Twisted and turned in minds, who cannot hear,
Or if you can put yourself in a million others’ shoes,
And keep us close, you would be so ever dear.
If you can keep daily optimism alive,
And nurture it, no matter how hard times get
And you can bring people up who hurt inside,
And force yourself to look inside your soul’s calm kit,
If you can force yourself to serve as a beacon to others,
To help them to see their best and honest soul,
And so hold on to them tight, as if they are your brothers,
Accept them as is, your partners, good and whole.
If you can weather the storm of haters,
And walk beside them, with an open, loving heart,
If you can aid empathetic regulators,
Not emphasizing anything that might keep you apart
If you can elevate without feeling smug,
Without any angst in your heart toward the human race,
If you can ignore a doubter’s bah or ugh
You will win the top price, and always have a loving place.
Written 10-09-2018 Contest: In Response to If…..Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One