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What makes a story a poem
A paragraph a verse
I trust I'll find the answer
Before I'm in my hearse

But if you are the man, Sir
Who can provide the answer
Tell me when it happened
That a verse became a stanza

But if you are a poet
Then you will surely know it
For all your lines will rhyme
Except for when they don't

Now I've just confused myself
By using that word 'don't'
Cos I can't find a single word
That rhymes, so I wont

You see, I'm quite prepared to gamble
That when one takes a lonesome amble
And you're a poet it's allowed
To be described as 'as a cloud'

It's like I'm mounted 'pon a horse
And wouldn't you just know it
My steed has trod a wayward course
That's fodder for a poet

But of late the world of art
Has been blown open wide
It seems that art can be a cow
... In formaldehyde

But poems are a different art
And surely even me
Can speak a little jauntily
And call it poetry

So here I sit with pen in hand
The pen is metaphorical
I'm gonna type my poem now
And it shall be historical

A classic of the genre
My ode shall be Imperical
But seasoned poets may proclaim
My efforts are hysterical

By lamplight lit, my ode was writ
Yet no man cared a lot for it
Pen raised, indignantly I hissed
Then I shall write...

My shopping list!


                                                             5 November 2018
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A Broken Heart

A most strange creature walked into the room
upright on two legs he stood oh so very tall
dressed in fine array booted and suited
a hat perched jauntily on his head

He cast around the room eyeing people up
as he strutted back and forth leaving in his wake
a deep silence of disbelief as the folks all stared
and started to draw back as they saw his tail

Not a person was this uninvited guest
no even though dressed as a man
he was a ferocious gorilla in love
seeking out his Jane he hunted around

Not finding her he stood confused
gaping at the people in their finery
come on now said his keeper catching up
and he lead him back to his cage

The gorilla sits there tear running down his face
lost without his Jane he sits in desolation
she had passed away only 5 months ago
now he hunts for her whenever he can

His keeper has tried to jolly him along
even introducing a young lady or two
met with indifferent then ignored
he only want his true love Jane

My Almost Orange Hat

I wandered in the hat store
And there it boldly sat – 
Bedecked with bright white flower – 
A cheerful orange hat.

Once on my head, it beckoned,
Quite jauntily, indeed,
Attracting more attention
Than a person’d really need.

My husband did encourage; 
The salesgirl said – it’s you!
But everything has negatives
And this one had a few – 

Like, who knows when I’d wear it
And there’s so much it won’t match;
I guess for every purchase
There’d most likely be a catch.

And so I turned and left,
My hat remaining in the store.
Since I was on vacation,
I can’t get there anymore.

Regret’s a foolish feeling,
More malignant than benign;
And what a fool I was to leave
That hat that should be mine!
Form: Rhyme

June Beauty Outside and Within Me

3rd march 2012,malvan.

 Waves diffuse themselves on sandy shores repeat,
Like fresh feelings in young lover’s kiss, their pristine emotions upbeat.
Youthful hearts pant and gasp, volcanic emotions erupt,
Like Twilight rays caress blue waters and foam splits abrupt.

As night she festoons her darkness a more,
Temptation flares within youthful flesh like burning flames galore.
White virgin sands dormant they spread and lay waiting,
Like warm satins spreads for nocturnal love making.

Dim lit fishing boats tied to their anchors they beacon flash and float,
Akin fresh youthful body lying in wait for the mate ,it’s voluptuousness to note .
Alone here in serene surroundings, feel the caress of the orange light of setting sun,
Tingle in my heart and my emotions wild they have begun to run……..

Rising moon reflects in the shimmering waters all blue,
Like the joys from my heart emerge on to the expressions on my face without ado.
Elegance radiates from the skies as the stars jauntily they dance
Her tasseled hair, and the sweet smell of love’s nectar drive me into a trance.

Diaphanous sea breeze carries supple love’s words unspoken,
Blackened progdious velvet skies nestles my copious passions that are still unbroken.

By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: Rhyme

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
                    a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride 
                                to juicy jukebox jabbering 
in jackal jackboots 
                         from nearby jungle 
                     
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating 
                                  jambalaya to justify a 
                             juggled juxtapositional 
jurisdiction jamming 
       as jugular vein jingled jewels 
joyfully jauntily jaywalking 
                 to a jay named Jim Jolly ! 

Onward he jumped to a 
                                   Jungian junction 
              Jupiter jocund watching his 
 journeying joints
              journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit 
                            or jeweller jiggled this job

So he jerked his jess 
                          like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the 
                           next jangle of jasmine 
 
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin 
           though sometimes Mr Hyde
                   with jeroboam swirling alongside !


Premium Member Spotlight On Trump

What Trump Wants:  according to John Kelly- Retired Four-star General Trump’s former Chief of staff

                              —Unchecked power

                                                                  —Praise of Hitler

                              —Dictator for a day
                                                        
                                       —Complete command over our Military
           
               —"Stupid people, our General’s aren’t even General’s”-Daddy Don

                                                                  —Military against the people
                                 —a new Constitution

Look yonder y’all
to a mighty military 
which will answer to me
I’m your fearless leader 
in perpetuity
No need to put much emphasis on likability
Despite my personality, I’m in command 
It’s an end to all wars, just don’t mind the    
chaos I caused while in charge                             
Some will starve, like those in Gaza 
No one that matters, 
No bleeding hearts 
in my penthouse plaza, I luxuriate here 
Jauntily goosestepping
My soldiers march alongside me in lockstep
They do as I say 
Pay no heed to the constitution
I did it my way
What you want is fearlessness 
Ignore my derangement, put it aside!
Policy is more important, deport everyone
There’s no place to hide
Policy not feelings, policy not emotions!
Not a sentient human being.
                                           by I Am Anaya

My Dear Leader

I have no emotion, I have no feeling
Sentimentality and compassion are weak
So stifle such mush when you speak!
Vermon sneak in, a toxic flood
Poisoning our pure untainted blood!
We shall seek and destroy the enemy within
In lockstep we'll wipe out their sin!
                                             by RG
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Stranded In Bittercold Without Food Or Drink

Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...

Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy 
a thought provoking tweet
east of Eden heard.

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to be atypical and think
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers
of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)

pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,
Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire chink

polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink
unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided

opportunity in tandem
with significant other
to create acronym named DINK
(dual income no kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,
which interpretive native folk art

eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink
playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eye wink
at thee, no doubt many

an anonymous innocent
reader calling me rat fink
(Ed “Big Daddy” Roth's child)
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink
moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus

collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy 
go tell Aunt Rhody 
yours wittily, truly, 
quirkily, nervously, jokingly 
attempted to hoodwink.
Form: Rhyme

Stranded Courtesy Bittercold Without Food Or Drink

Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers

of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)
pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,

Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire chink
polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink

unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided
opportunity in tandem

with significant other
to create acronym named dink
(dual income without kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,

which interpretive native folk art
eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following more purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink

playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eyewink
at thee, no doubt many
an anonymous innocent
reader calling me ratfink
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink

moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus
collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.

Premium Member Just Another Foulmouthed Saint

He was just another foulmouthed saint
“halo” tilted jauntily to one side
wings tucked neatly into a dirt stained jacket

aura – lightly tinged with a sparkle of dust.
cussing – his milieu of mindfulness
spitting – his punctuation marks.

Yet they always sought him out
sat with him, tapped his endless time,
shook their heads in awe of his irreverence.

He said “that if the shadow you cast
isn’t longer that that of the church
you should find another church”.

Claims he read a book – ONCE
built a few colleges 
never attended one.

He had a predatory edginess
patrolling, protecting, shepherding,
all who entered his domain.

His face absorbing the pain of his vision
watching the innocent betrayed
by sweet talking charlatans

he would occasionally straighten his halo
unfurl his rumpled wings
tell them to “F..k off!” – and spit!!

He was just another Foulmouthed Saint.


John G. Lawless
©5/30/2018

Tame Weight

Lending eyesight past the retinal lens. 


Seeking the sight through

the light of a looking glass.


Our home star shines through the parted clouds lay above. 



Dauntless gamut, the drum is destructive by force.

Seeing the colors of healing in perfect tune.



Harbinger night terrified in horrifying hums. 

Sat the same way across, open mouth absorbing what she can't. 



Long time coming to triumphant horned brass. 



Blearing these praises cross simple landscape paintings. 



The trill of the ringing without the slightest bit of hearing. 

Loathing no other in this decorative world. 



Hurling the self down through a whirlwind turmoil.

Cascading down the eye of Neptune.  



A resemblance jauntily bouncing, striking true ranging trident as if javelin.

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