Long Jinx Poems
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in the gloomy darkness, late, past sun set,
the six blood sisters of fate often met,
their venue the slumber of mortal minds,
in the depth of sleep when the reason's blind.
sister 'Doubt' is the one that started flare,
letting lose the bull amongst china ware,
her twin sister 'Jealous' took up the fight,
to disturb sleep and keep awake all night,
two of elder siblings have played their part,
Sisters 'Greed' and 'Lust' often problems start,
through the desires of body or of wealth,
they work in silence with a feline stealth.
The result on mind of their evil game,
human relationships are not the same,
the body fatigued wakes bereft of sleep,
'open door' to let sister 'Anger' sweep,
by early dawn mischief fuse has been lit,
an excuse at breakfast to throw a fit,
harsh words are exchanged and decency dies,
that's when walks in their oldest sister 'Lies'!
this family affair of sisters six,
for years have been for love marriages a jinx!
if you wish to guard your true love from them,
build your trust strong and let it be at helm,
don't let the evil sisters get in cheap....
- a calm peaceful mind earns you a deep sleep!
3rd placement
'Six relatives' contest
Sponsor 'Caren Krutsinger'
Written 4/11/2020
10 syllables per line
While most "old" music terms are still in use, some specific, less common words include descant (a high, concurrent melodic part), duet (for two performers, contrasting with modern duo), and dulcimer ( an American stringed instrument, now often called lap dulcimer). Older terms often refer to a specific function within a piece, like descant, or a specific instrument, like dulcimer
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Sacré bleu I had startled her
a specific function asked her
bought this annoying word to light
it was spoken after his request for a
specific type of singing during the song
they had rehearsed.a high concurrent
melodic part where the song seems to
stand still as a ooh's and ah's create a transitional
sound but first the Soprano must hold a note for
33 seconds the sound is to be mixed into the song
but during a concert it is added right into
the song giving the lead vocalist a 35 second
break to restart the song in a different tempo
Little stringed instruments and brass horns
and a snare and kettledrum music section
he want to use a nord stage 4-88 but the power
wasn't available in the area. So Gariben repurposed
a flat screen tv into a solar panel and we were on our way.
The tent were we practice doesn't have the aucoutics to record
but we are studio bound. 25 members of the orchestra
will combine with the "Jinx" band to perform Tensail's best: aint that right Tensail? Tensail say's Yeah!
Sands of time
Slipping through my fingers
I flip it over again
Just trying to get nearer
So close with every grasp
Never knowing when it'll be my last
Trying harder every day, screaming "slow down time!"
Good things don't come fast
Looking straight
Seeing my reflection in the mirror but
It fogs up, giving cloudy conclusions
Dear universe, I'm just trying to see clearer
I don't stay on the straight & narrow
I follow the sun & chase the moon
Nearer, closer, faster, clearer
In time we all will know soon...
I'll get there when I get there
I'd rather use a broken compass
Than a GPS
Follow my spirit into the wilderness
I do have an idea, a plan
Positive vibrations are flowing
I'm wading in calm waters to
Keep it from showing
Don't jinx yourself... I tell myself
My lips are sealed, temporary secrets of
Gypsy's souls,
Are never revealed ~
When I reckon the grief cost my soul sinks
I knew, still had time, yet seems I shall not
I will ne'er craft a tune with soul in jot
It hurts that I didn't believe my own jinx
Awe swept on me, my gaze fell on my love
Vital key signs and low warmth spell sure doom,
Death jolts me up and pulls out of the gloom
With a crash of bark, my heart rose above
I smelt a toned whiff as my soul vanished
The brain sway rose a few times after death,
I reveal all; I'm thrilled to find a scale
Grin wooed to sin, and soul ne'er felt ravished
Brain cluck rose a few minutes after death
If you save me, I'll jump the eerie trail
Written: April 05, 2023
I Died Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Checked by HMS.COM/ 10 Syllables per line
Jokes passed around in my car…
Sure went very far…left me with a scar…
Maybe I’ll be His unique, brilliant star…
It’s awesome that I’m a daydreamer thus far…
I’m like a prowling lion, waiting for its prey – RAWR!
I’m like the lowest of the lowest bar…arrrrr!
I’m just as bizarre
As a pirate in his ship that’s about to be at war –
ARRRRRRRGH!
ARR maties! The other pirates laugh – HAR HAR HAR!
I’m so crazy, still wondering where you are…
You…are…in this heart of stone…a heart that is the color of tar…
But, together, we are extra courageous
We are like a soccer team – hell, if I knew about the fuss (meaning: if I followed sports, then I’d supposedly be “a normal boy”)
We are like wealthy individuals – wow, very luxurious!
If only my siblings and I didn’t cuss – we always do…mhm! YUS!
I’m feeling uncomfortable in my skin right now
If I were comfortable in my shoes – since I’m not – how would I be like?
I’m like my dog when I walk him – he goes in opposite directions…somehow…
I can never understand anyone in the first place…I drift off into my own mindset and I get awfully upset afterwards – words are words and they are only temporary (they flutter and flutter in my mind like a billion birds)…not to mention the fact that we’re not on the same page…we went our separate ways and I sit here in silent rage…I’m like a bike that runs into a bricked wall – I’m all wrecked-up, but I’m feeling His healing hands on my shoulder, assuring me that everything is fine and dandy…I’m like-like-like…
The light and dark side of me: BIZARRE!!!
Jinx.
XD - this poem is dedicated to the weirdest Gemini side of me...ain't it strange? Please leave a comment below (: Thank you!
Jack the Squirrel made it known,
That the garden, was his own,
Perched upright on the big oak tree,
He wagged his tail for all to see !!
He held his sentry on branch three,
From there the view was all free,
He watched the Robin on the fence,
And the blue tit by the green bench!
Jinx, the Tom cat, was on the prowl,
From time to time he would yawn and roll,
But Cat was not his best of friends!
Jack was “a mouse with bushy ends!”
Little Robin eyed the wild seeds,
Bluetits fluttered at it with greed,
Jack knew too well about that device,
Would feed the birds, but not one his size!!
Jack found his grub from the ground,
There was plenty, if one looked around,
He wielded power in garden town,
Despite Cat Jinx, he held his own!
Oak in the corner was tall and strong,
It had served the garden for so long,
Several species built their nests,
But good old woody, pecked for pests.
There was harmony, and food for all,
From Spring summer up to the fall,
Just play the game and use the tools,
Watch out for Jinx and obey the rules!
LOVE ON PHONE (2)
Two weeks run past us
Who, when do we breaks the jinx?
She can’t come to Lagos
Her project thesis on her neck
It then fell on my round neck.
I just came back from Accra
Scheduled another to Abuja
Excuses galore rented the air
Was I scared to beholding her?
Would I like what I will see?
She is getting impatient
As she long a feel of me
Dirty mind! not of that you think
For she is intact even at
Two dozens plus one age
Her calabash not yet broken.
I was proud of her sanctity
Joy smiled over me of her chastity
Could she be the heart
I have been searching for?
Please, don’t tell it to her that
I am dying to see her too.
Alayande Stephen T.
8.25pm
8th November, 2007
The story continues.
Whittled skittled Bazball skint
Belittled lost the glint of Clint
Have a dig make my day big hint
Whatever they say never skinflint
In every stint we will always sprint
Hope dope blueprint trope's mint
The jibber jabber about the Gabba
White knights or ghoulish frights
Stagefright day night under lights
Highlights or more foolish flights
In the ascendancy have that tendency
Heresy or do they deserve clemency
Jealously let them preserve their legacy
Lose again barricaded in the Embassy
Stokes blokes smokes with their high jinx
Ben’s mens sneaky kinks find the chinks
Bazball minx in sync with cheeky winks
Glasses clinks as fans sinks their drinks
Nearly boys ploys bring us back from the brink
What do you think ..will our envoys annoy shrink
Another pity ditty in a sweltering city.. sh**ty stink
Or blink ignore the noise....spurred on by the slurs
Purrs like the Psychedelic Furs..joys of Pretty in Pink?
An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where,
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and
Equinoctial secrecy, my neon lips swathe in life's witchy lies, for -
Flames of fury, lace every lead feather of the pewter crow, that feasts on beliefs.
Grieving charcoal stars swing like souvenirs of deceit when,
Heartbeats of hibiscus moon, shiver and shatter upon my schizophrenic
Ink, carving betrayals in asphalt ashes. "Am I a
Jewel of jinx, floating like a jet-black jasmine across
Kohl orchards?" - whispers time's wistful rebirth in the
Lachrymose lake of death, as conspiracies entwine in cyan cobwebs within
Medusa's redstone heart, tumbling at my tulip-tombstone.
Now, nebulous blackbirds, rise from corbeau cinders, as
Onyx wings of resilience have torn apart and
Pierced every sheath of shimmering faith - surrendering to the
'Queen of darkling serendipity', as her clemency clenches me onto the cusp of
Rhetoric valleys and winds pirouette with a pirate's porcelain wave,
Silencing the saffron of my soulful sculpture, in eternal streams of fall.
Thornless fate has forevermore, been an insomniac illusion and maybe,
Ultraviolet elegies of saturn's rings will become a noose for my dreams and
Viola orbs will encase every dove-dawn in a woeful chrysalis,
When anxiety's darkling dungeon, spreads across rustic realms and
Xanthic Satan dethrones my poinsettia-crown, as survival holds onto the
Yarns of last crystal light within Cleopatra's claustrophobic hope. But in the
Zillionth moment - my heart shall wail in rhymeless refrain - am I the one, lost?
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Enchanted heart light pulse no rein can quell
Moonbeam frenzy rippling through souls entwined
Dark midnight hour gasp a charmed sleigh bell
Golden whispers permeate our hub aligned
Pearl-eyed lustrous jinx free oath undersigned
We bare toe dash at wishful madcap pace
As eros leaves its comet far behind
Early red dawn passion etched in sheer lace
Spring day mystic zenith, her glow tone face
Closer to nirvana, deep first blush team
Eternal heaven, haunt, or secret space.
Breath of sky rapt tender link’s heady stream
Otherworld amidst engagement ring theme
Doves that skim and coo silver froth afloat
Bright souvenirs en route unveil a gleam
Sensual laughter spurs hypnotic note
blithely fosters harmonising fond quote
Erotic fervour cast your lucky shroud
O'er honeymooner’s trance on dream boat
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