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He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like Vellum, blank and pale. Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence. He scans the room as he would a poem, looking for an Indent that leads to a quiet corner. A half-lit light casts a shadow on the flock wallpaper, (ink stained)! He sits hidden from view, away from plagiaristic eyes. Head in hand scribbling while listening for a new word. A muse sings, emanating an un-heard Beat that guides his rhythm while searching for that elusive vowel. On the floor a scattering of pencil shavings and broken lead... frustration at the loss of an adjective, the Half-Rhyme squeezes like a tourniquet on the brain...
Frustration runs high as Enjambment slips off the stage and gathers in reflective pools. The Lady Pastoral reads an Elegy to the passing of Sir Rondeau Redouble, he lead a very lonely life, ascending and then diminishing becoming less Didactic, the Footle holds a Lantern for the loss, while the Limerick found it quite humorous.
At the bar a Stanza of poets gather, disciples of Villanelle, and regale of their latest triumphs in Womans Quarterly. The Epulaeryu's compare their Diamante while eating their babba ghanoosh. At the pool table the movers and shakers decant opinions on the latest 'form' something to do with A.E.I.O.U...Acrostic looks it up and down looking puzzled, Blank Verse remains silent. They dissect, analyse the entrails, the faint hearted look a little Grook. The atmosphere is tense, Verbs drift like dust in the light, causing confusion, they mop their brows with a tired Senryu, the Haiku has little to say on the matter...
A Quintain of intellectuals quietly sit, the Sicilian sipping slim line Monoku's ( no ice ) hoping for a Couplet before the end of the night. On a stool sits the barfly spilling his Bio over the counter top exposing an Ode-ious life, (Metaphorically speaking). On stage the hottest group in town, Chant Royal and the Syllables...singing their latest Sestina, the notes drift across the room resting on the floor, congealing into a Poet-tree fountain, they feel at home as the last act MC McWhirtle enthrals with his Ballad, the barman Ric Tameter calls time, the evening is a Rap, the club is Epic...
Leaderboard paradox
Bard, crank or chatterbox
Irreconcilable
Most undeniable
Two titles possible?
Can't have all three
Flourish and elegance
Meter and relevance
Grasp of the elements
Sensitive delicate
Post the best poetry
For all to see
Building community
Post with impunity
Dishing encouragements
Never discouragements
Attaboy lunacy
Nice job! Spondee
Magnitude, quantity
Content moronity
Quality suffering
Sputtering, stuttering
Faster through brevity
Haiku for me
Where is the paradox?
Chatter and atta-talks
Raising poetic stocks
Moving up leaderboards
Elevates all their scores
Best that you just ignore
All your competitors'
New poetry
Elegant, painstaking
Beautiful, time-taking
Longer time finishing
Numbers diminishing
Falling so rapidly
Not even on page three
Drop productivity
Maybe you finish a
Poem or three
Status? ridiculous
Leaders? superfluous
Seek to equilibrate
Advocate, animate
Irreconcilable
Paradox schmeradox
Sharing delightfully
Cranking productively
Poetry supersedes
All rivalry
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For the “This or That, Vol 10” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title: Irreconcilable Paradox
Date written: 02/17/2022
5:30 in the morning,
Sleep disturbed by an ungrateful sound,
Mind racing, body escaping,
But forced to surrender,
conformed to the social norm,
Disguised in a uniform, labelled,
For what I suppose to be.
Caffeine induced, emotions serene,
Driving back to a job straightforward,
Too busy thinking about what will go wrong,
Wondering why I don’t have a qualification,
For what I suppose to be,
But my bills, rent and booze have cornered me in,
Deteriorating dreams that could have been.
Back bent, palms sweating,
Moving back and forth, lifting one by one,
Music plugged in, listening to ideas seen,
Creating a colourful aura,
From all old the old and grey,
Where happiness felt none
Too concerned using sounds to induce my free drug,
To chase my Dream,
For what I could have been.
2:00 in the afternoon,
Belly’s full, limbs tender,
Colleagues above rush to end the forever ending torture,
Too quick to hold, hammer slips,
Pulled down, crushing my skull,
Knocked out cold, mind spiraling out of control.
Instantly,
Mouths wide open,
soul finds rhythm and begins to flow,
Too busy dancing, I forget to say thank you,
For setting me free,
For what I should have been.
I COULD HAVE SWORN THE AUTHOR OF THIS POEM WAS PAST THE POINT OF CRYING
I’m trying to do something to stop from thinking only of you
But I suppose that’s the only thing a reverent lover can do
I’m staring into space trying to picture your face that always makes me smile
Being with you all the time isn’t time enough because you make time fly so fast
And what we required was a lover who could make us shed our past
I recall you picking a daisy for me and blowing off the delicate dew
While I envision you kneeling over for yellow flowers picked by the hand of graceful you
Then there were the strolls we’d take with your arm glued to mine
And we’d laugh at the same time over nothing because of a little too much wine
Then we’d head back to our bed in the apartment both of us shared
As I lay down next to you praising the lord of love for having made us paired
Our little cat whose name you chose jumped on the bed but I didn’t care
I’d just hold your silken hand and run my fingers through your ebony hair
My life with you made life the best life life could ever be
But alas you left before you could do all these things with me
© 2011…phreepoetree
Old Man Winter grumbled and frowned,
Said, "Spring's taking way too long to come 'round!"
But a robin, so bold, chirped up from a tree,
"Relax, grumpy Gus, change is the key!”
Flowers peeked out, with a shy little smile,
Said, "Winter, don't fret, we'll be here a while!"
The grumpy old man, with a huff and a puff,
Melted away in a sunshiny fluff.
Caterpillars wiggled, "We're tired of this crawl,
Time to transform, and answer the call!"
They spun silken cocoons, hung high in the breeze,
And emerged as butterflies, flitting with ease.
Rivers they rushed, with a gurgling glee,
Carving new paths, to the welcoming sea.
The mountains stood tall, with a wisdom untold,
Whispered, "Change is the story, both young and old.”
The sun dipped low, with a fiery goodbye,
But promised to rise, with a brand new sky.
The stars winked and twinkled, then faded from sight,
Knowing the dawn brings a beautiful light.
Change, it isn't scary, it's nature's delight,
A constant refreshing, both day and night.
So shed what you must let go of the past,
Embrace the new season, that's here to outlast!
HAPPY HOLLIDAYS
~~~~~*~~~~~
Storms in summer not nice!
Torrents falling as solid ice!
Holliday makers pay the price,
indoors now, must sadly suffice.
Oh no, lightning and thunder,
made this holiday a blunder.
Stuck indoors not on the agenda
Altercations, yes! I do so rememba.
Another night, please not like the last!
In each heart so much hurt has past.
We all shout but mostly cry.
Another bad day and we'll surely die!
A week to go, some are packing up
no longer can they this inclemency sup!
All this congealed poison in one cup!
Turned on the radio, hell-bent they listen.
One would think they were on a mission.
Heard the words they needed too,
next day, sun, skies of diamond blue.
Next holiday that they'll be booking,
It'll be based on what the weathers cooking.
On the world wide web looking, searching.
Happiness, the daylight sun permanently perching
Where the dusk horizon is always glowing red.
Where lust is satisfied, then it's off to early morning bed!
After a good, fun night's drinking!
Hey, come on! What were you thinking!
Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
Sighed Adam to Eve:
“Because you were deceived,
Like a fool, I believed.
Sadly, all our conceived
Will be sorely bereaved.”
Well, that should be it, right?
No, boys and girls, not quite!
So you can hear what they were all up to,
We now bring this long lost tape to you:
Adam:
“You really are a stupid cow!”
“Just look at us! Where are we now?”
Eve:
“Shut up! You filthy, pawing pig!
Before I kick you in the fig!”
Angel of the Lord:
“You’ll have to leave, take this outside.”
“Your presence here, we can’t abide.”
And of course, the slinky one:
“Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!”
“She’s such a fool and so is he.
If I had hands, I’d clap with glee.
If the rest of them are all like that,
I’ll soon have my routine down pat!
But I’d better scoot before they crush
My poor wee head to compost mush.
I’ll set up shop, lead them all astray
And collect them all for Judgment Day!”
“Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah!”
For now, that’s all that we can send.
Thank you for your time, my friends.
So, remember, girls, no fruit to lend,
And boys, say “NO!” or it is THE END.
Knock, knock! Who's there? A Pen, sharp and keen,
Said, "Paper, my pal, is it writin' time, green?"
The paper sighed loudly, with a rustle and flop,
"Come on in, Pen pal, here's where we can't stop!”
The Pen tapped its foot, with a clickety-clack,
"Got stories and poems, a whole writer's pack!"
The Paper unfurled, smooth as a green sea,
"Let's ink some ideas, just you and just me!”
Scratchity scratch, the Pen danced with glee,
"This story's a-flowin', for all the world to see!"
The Paper whispered, with a happy little sigh,
"Words come alive when you and I fly!”
They wrote through the day, with a swish and a flick,
Creating adventures, with each clever trick.
The sun dipped low, casting shadows so long,
But the Pen and the Paper knew where they belonged.
Curled up together, a perfect pair,
Ready to write more, with love and with care.
So next time you're feelin' a story inside,
Grab a Pen and some Paper, and let your feelings confide!
,,someone messaged you",
said the classmate I asked my mom before to go to birthday to watch a film through.
The hall was much more tight in the brain I drew,
he was facing me with the phone in my hand and my mom standing beneath the door didn't sense true.
W h e r e d o e s h e c o m e f r o m ?
*Michael*
showed big on the bright screen.
M y p h o n e i s n e
v
e r -
,,regardless" and faced my mom.
Never saw a confronting scene.
,,this much? You really care Hahahha"
He sent with a laugh emoji.
Responded to a message where I something like: ,,I love you 70.000," blah blah blah.
But I deleted
a l l p a s t m e s s a g e s
lowkey, I also blocked,
Emojis I always use are here keyboard prompet.
,,no sry"
I deleted it quick, my thumb.
,,as I would"
I left my phone somewhere put.
I know I left him on read because I still stood.
Blue two hooks.
Another day I dreamed about his.