Long Inhibits Poems

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Peggy Sue's Eggs

Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes 
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes

Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems
Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak

Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit
White eruption risen warm oven can cook
Pyriforms produced cushion a faithful sit
Cracked careless spill beneath silly chook

Attired in cabaret shake head resplendent 
Requires stupid roosters follow new rules 
Delicious derived from proud independent
Boss of her box where boys beg for jewels 





         10th January 
        Hen Sanctuary
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Really

It’s amazing to me 
That we can’t see
The need and desire to be free

It’s simple to be 
The commonality 

Break the chains 
That bind your reins 

To do no less 
Would be insane

Seriously you don’t care?
Is that hopelessness in the air?

Why so sad? you feeling glum?
You just realize you’re a working bum?

It’s ok to feel sad 
But much better to get mad 

Anger shows your alive 
Complacency inhibits our ability to thrive

Turn off the P’s 
Phones, Pads, and PC’s 

Disconnect and reflect 

Look around 
Listen to the sound 
Don’t be lost 
Be found 

Eric (and sometimes not)
© Eric Nolan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Metropolitan Utopia-Part One

Written: October 26, 2023
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At the bottom of a boundless cosmic sea.
An excellent, universal command decree
Idiosyncratic anthems permeate the air.
Unfathomable eternal marvels fit beyond dare.

In a gothic universe with endless space.
Quantum supernovae withdraw a trace.
A sanctuary to tune in and heal your spirit.
Hence, a realm of wonders of flair inhibits

Misleading me to a spot where I will never roam
The lure of an era that once held me as home
I chased a comet's tail through the rodent hole.
Within an ancient oak so weak, on a witch pole

An owl whispered to me, "To whit, to wooed."
Bound, swollen, and sad, I lay in an aged feud.
Clouds gave the sky an ethereal, vibrant blue.
Rays that are breathtaking in their hidden hue
 
A secluded elixir, a dreamscape to tackle
Love, hate, and despise pursuant a rackle.
Evasion and criticism both refresh the soul.
A vital refuge is where worries are whole.

I'm famished for such a haven of peacefulness.
At once, the ground coated me with evilness.
Amid a sanctuary of four-leafed clovers.
In the last scale, field flowers and elves rollers
 
Where the paths bend and descend.
A straight jacket greeted me at the trend.
Man, shy yet potent, strong and protective.
Tough and rude, but distraught and attentive.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Emily's Snowstorm

A ghostly shade of white that cloaks the ground
Of contoured guesswork and ominous mound
With flecks of skyward flakes tossed by the storm 
That frost the gray, obscure the day and change its form
Observed within to look beyond a misted window pane
Into bitter extremities of ague and blaine
A snowbound silence that inhibits the soul
And uncertain depth that impedes all goals
Struggling iconic beauty that stealthily grows
Haphazardly drifting across the moors
Confining rugged scene of whitened dune
Snowbound and shackled this afternoon
To gaze and sit and reflect and ponder
The greenery beneath the shroud out yonder
Form: Rhyme

Snakes Ate Ladders

Staircase appears to enable due climb 
          Transforms smooth as scales of snake
          Sordid exposed inhibits intent once kind
          Tramples vigour that giving hearts make


          Flattened treads disallow firm foothold
          Turned vertical, depicts frightening slide
          Fresh bread duly duplicates damp mould
          Tough crust disguises grimy rot inside


          Eden believing eyes view rows of roses
          Lenses pink, by strategic cruelty shattered
          Frames deform, broken under bulldozer 
          Petal perspective, machine rigid embattled 


          Tainted by hatred, then inevitably reflects
          Sears from steel eyes to slippery surface
          Casting untoward to all unfolding aspects 
          Vengeance on shoulder deviates purpose 


          Platter of fruit colour, as slime discarded 
          Ladder disputed as useful, fire wood axed
          Torn down resources, despair is imparted
          Narrow funnel filters hope, heavily taxed




                            3rd November 2020

                            Written for Contest:
                   Hello Darkness My Old Friend 
                     Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Form: Rhyme


Fatima Extinguishes Freedom

Culminated cloud cluster promotes ghost apparition 
Robed in purity unearthly, portrayed as only option 
Virgin white vision given blindly adopted approbation 
Vulnerable youngsters succumb to scare doctrine


Commanding loyalty to solitary living love, avoidance
Real application sways wavering suitable standard 
Message to refrain from rambunctious enjoyed by us
Marries happy with demean mist canon demanded


Susceptible pious victims of supercilious Lady Fatima
Follow sparse path shadowed in shame, illiteracy
Denied desire, myth written inhibits discerning latitude 
Dogma's reason thinly rationed induces celebacy


Discipline within cage fears imminent mire of purgatory 
Unlocked box predicts scrutiny of scare strung thesis
Indulging choice embraces mortal meridian exploratory 
Ridicule of able arm splint, creed's hypnosis releases






                  21st October 2020 
         Written for Contest : Fatima
      Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Interview With a Skipping Stone

"Good day! God is good! 
   I’m about to have an ambush interview with you…
   Yet, you got stuck on my special child’s wheelchair.
   Thus, I don’t need to pursue after you, skipping stone!"

"Well, the Lord has answered your prayer 
   for an encounter with me…
   So, what can I do for you?"

"My child wants to play with you freely
   but his condition somehow inhibits him to do so…
   What advice can you give me in this regard?"

"Oh, I’m pleased to know that your handsome boy 
   likes to play with me…  Just let him enjoy my presence: 
   touch me, toss me, build with me.  He can also help 
   decorate aquarium, playground, and garden using me 
   as well as learn to count and sing along my sound."

"Wow! Thanks for your shared information.
   May I invite you to come with us?
   My son will place you in his pocket…"

"Sure, but release me afterwards so I can continue 
   my God-given role as part of His creation to exalt Him, 
   according to Revelation 4:11, 'Thou art worthy, O Lord, 
   to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created 
   all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.'
   God bless you and your child."

June 27, 2023
Honorable Mention, "The Interview" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 8/10/2023

Action And Reaction

Isaac Newton is said to have stated,
'For every action,
or force in nature,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.'
And the proof in his pudding is,
if I exert myself
in search of who knows what I want to be,
it also brings to bear
an equal and opposite influence on me.
As, by doing so,
my own headwind I create,
which inhibits my progress,
and the harder I push, or fixate,
the more resistance I set up,
so to speak,
and the farther away I am
from finding whatever it is I seek.
Indubitably, it's a rule of thumb,
the more forward I go,
all the further behind I become,
but is it better to do nothing at all,
than beat my head against
an invisible brick wall?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Black And White

Black And White

We are given all the pieces
to play and indulge in life’s great feast
outrageous fortunes be dammed! 
Given full reign to  Ego’s unfettered beast
and the moves we make shall 
establish our legacy
Why are we here?
We can either dazzle with brilliance
or baffle with bulls*it
Shameless are unleashings of doubt
only makes a lesser us grow
inhibits our muses 
disables our abilities to sprout
I’m no longer vulnerable
to slings and arrows
validity with magnanimity instead of
sentiments design to disparage
are a marriage of lucidity
Opt for words that heal, and  clarity!
Phrases that reveal
a simple way of life, 
carpe diem,  austerity 
too much comfort makes   a lazy lone
what a poet shall write
shall be etched in stone
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© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Fear Inhibits Success

Fear Inhibits Success
Written: by Tom Wright
10-2-2019

Fear inhibits success,
and often becomes our restraint;
the fear of that next step,
and the uncertainty of where it might lead.
But before we can avoid any pitfalls that lay before us
they first must be identified.

We try to justify the anxiety
caused by fear by making excuses,
like doubt, lack of time, or I’ll do it later.
Trust God as you ascend up your ladder to success.

Remembering this,
“You can’t run with the big dogs
if fear keeps you under the porch”


Matthew 10:28
King James Version (KJV)
“And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.

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