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Mind moves
Motives mingle;
Meaning mulls
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Primal play
Puzzles poise;
Pretty pace
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Notice noise
Nimble near;
Nurture noose
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Sell story
Sanguine stuff;
Stray streak
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Laughing loud
Lofty leaks;
Latitude
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Crazy cruise
Careless crooks;
Comforts calm
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Little logic
Lifting laze;
Looking loud
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Mystic moment
Meekly mild;
Massage motive
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Pregnant program
Pretty puzzle;
Poignant poise
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Ample apps
Asking apt;
Active ageing
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Lovely lines
Lust lingers;
Living lewd
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Tumble tells
True taste;
Tilting thoughts
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Effect earns
Embrace exit;
Etching entrance
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Corner cafe
Coffee cuppa;
Creamy choice
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Noisy news
Nasty notions;
Niche new noose
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Passion points
Postures proof;
Pleasant play
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Vivid voice
Value verses;
Volume vague
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Dying dream
Drizzle dilutes;
Death displays
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Nerves note
Nasty noose;
Naked noise
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Caress comfort
Cool charm cheers;
Crazy change charms
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Leon Enriquez
16 September 2015
Singapore
As life is a song , I shall share a piece in a vent ,
brace yourself, for my pen is full of dents,
I could count the leaves that curled into a crumpled cone,
that is how much I have tried getting lost into a dead zone,
Drowning in the wind that carries generations of expectations,
Aiding their needs with a pile of frustrations,
Sounds of those agonizing nags,
Purging from the holes of those pruning hags,
It must be a skill one can only be born with,
the souls seasoned in salt can be this bitter witch,
Harmonious hypocrites hiding behind so called sacred veils,
Whispering chants and believing in their dumb bits,
“ oh look at me and my cunning wits”!!
How in god’s name does your brain sit?
“limbs of iron and spines of steel “ they say,
But watch those verses crack from the slightest sway,
All that labor of kindness comes with a nasty bottomless price to pay,
Begging for benefits on a beat only they can draw,
And some playing humbled and satisfied to the main show,
Tune twisters and lyrical liars,
A swarm burning under a blanket of my mind’s fire,
Dumpty decided to leave the camera lens, he journeyed all the way back through the
various connections, he did not bother to investigate for any (nasty remarks) conspiritorial
conversations or nefarious intentions, as a matter of fact.' he did not wish at the moment
to be witness to any more negativity whatsoever despite his avowed mission..!
as he went he thought on how to ask the owl about what he had witnessed
without seeming too 'ignorant' (he supposed was the term) that owl when they spoke..'
or rather when 'he' spoke, the bird, really spoke very little..! as a matter of fact precious
little might be a better word he thought. ( the owl just seemed so knowledgeable) he really just
just wished he could get back to being Humpty-Dumpty once more, (born again? ) what if
there could be some way of Dumpty getting help.? those humans seemed to be able to get
a second chance 'at things' but then again they all seemed in one piece..Before he knew it
he was back at the camp..'
copyright joe maverick poetry 2014
1. Today, the weather feels like heaven's bliss!
2. The balmy breeze and beautiful soft blue
3. of sky above so makes me think of love.
4. I feel time's right to write a charming poem
5. alone, together with my thoughtful views;
6. the day's bright glow morphs into sunny smiles
7. as sun speaks out to tell me all's okay.
8. Free gift, true fact, sun is my greatest joy!
9. Oh loveliness of day you melt my heart!
10. The words are humming, coming to my mind...
11. not nasty, snippy ones, evoked by rain,
12. but sweet, melodious, soft, sing-song ones
13. that move what's seen to my poetic scene
14. to paint such happiness when weather's fine.
15. And now...my poem...profound or slight? Oh no!
16. To write with pointless pencil...so pointless!
Poetic Devices Used In Lines 1 through 16: Words in italics help identify them.
1. Simile 2. Alliteration 3. Internal Rhyme 4. Homophone 5. Oxymoron
6. Metaphor 7. Personification 8. Pleonasm 9. Euphony 10. Assonance
11. Dissonance 12. Parallelism 13. Homonyms 14.Truism 15. Antithesis
16. Pun Lines 10-14 Enjambment
August 18, 2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Litany of Poetic Devices
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 09/13/2018
January twelfth two thousand and ten
October seventh two thousand eighteen
and again August fourteenth,
two thousand and twenty one
witnessed near annihilation and destruction
of the Haitian nation,
(especially courtesy first and third aforementioned)
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of building facades
practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled,
which indigenous tribes initially sought safety
in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation
from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation,
perhaps giving credence
to clear water in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg, especially
as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
foisted forfeiture of land
with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions
rent asunder culture beseeched divine force
argh inhumane brutish, nasty and (shortish)
simians (compared to 21st century Homo sapiens)
refused to cease desecration,
yet the peoples of this dominion
rose from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no matter genetic pool
underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard,
yet within the very fiber of tropical mangrove
persons patiently lined up their ducks
as intimated by this aging hippy type nerd,
and declared as the first
African American peoples spurred
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration
akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the onset of one after another major earthquake
rendered land of high mountains
(crafted from Taíno language)
into jumble of utter annihilated smithereens.
He’s a Phenomenal Son
I’ve seen the battles child fought
ones he lost and ones he won.
Manly way projected self
he’s a …phenomenal son.
He became a man,’fore teen
when for righteousness, stood tall.
Integrity he maintained
no smokes, drugs…or alcohol.
Still see within his motives
exerts moral fortitude.
In all his daily actions
never nasty…never crude.
Shows within activities
ability hold his own.
The success in his career
comes from faith…learned at home.
Faith, face his journey through life,
complete, unknown task at hand.
Times, won’t know what he’s doing
he’ll, still handle…like a man.
When he doesn’t know way go
Faith suggest, “God’s wisdom take.”
He’s smart enough realize
those who don’t...make big mistake.
Barbara Barry- Nishanian
July 20, 2018 copyright
All rights reserved
PG RATED
Don’t spoil tonight with the woes of tomorrow,
For that might lead to a multitude of trouble,
Nasty Ghosts are looking to mess up your sleep,
But if you wish to insist, let’s take a peep.
Ghosts come unbidden from the foggy, muddy, misty
Grounds of silence and dreams, somewhere from elsewhere,
In the echoes of your mind, whilst still fast asleep, a threat,
For softly they tread in the dark, ourselves only to blame I bet.
Too many horror movies we have watched of vampires
And werewolves, of witches who cast spells,
Lock you in dungeons, bubble bubble their stew, they brew,
Which consists of snails and puppy’s dogs tails, and you.
How about Dracula, and his bloody, thirsty, stained fangs,
Rather watch fireworks on Guy Fawkes that go bang, bang,
But don’t wander too far for the shadows have eyes at night,
They just might jump out of nowhere and give you a fright.
So before going to sleep read something joyful and happy,
Perhaps a Tom and Jerry show or Fred Flintstone and Barney,
Don’t spoil your evening with the woes of tomorrow,
Put all aside and focus on past glad memories, often forgotten.
They ask me if I got game
I tell em no worries like Curry my shot nasty insane when I spark from the arc & let them shots drain
No safety f*ck it let the shots rain when the Glock bang
Feeling like the wolf on Wall Street, bout to stock change once the stocks change
I kick fire like a gas stove, coiled springs in hot flames, raw gas 94 octane
Higher than a eagles as*hole, drugs burning on that foil bling boy oh boy the joy it brings once the torch scorches in a hot flame & make the rock change
These demons I'm entangled with straight mangle sh*t but regardless I still win, I swear to God they could cripple the heavens but I'm just trying to triple my 7's watching the reels spin like a slot game
Whipping in the kitchen, these hot flames got the pot stained
Everybody wants Pac's fame until they get shot on the block or get they clocks rang
That's when the plot change & they get to spitting, given up opp names to avoid sitting in locked chains
F*ck the opps name, instead give me they low I wanna know where the opps hang
Pull around, lock aim than let it pop bang
Than you can catch me with ya top dame, getting that slop brain
Rolling around while she going down like dropped planes
F*ck around & take your smile away from a mile away when the red dot hot & I lock aim
Don't approach me with a cup in your hand asking if I got change cuz I ain't got change
I'm f*cked up as a man so get the f*ck out my face, I am not sane
And even though a lots changed I am not changed
It's like I'm stuck running in place cuz everyday I dwell on my past asking myself how much longer in this hell I can last, cuz when sh*t goes left I go way right trying to steal back time like it's daylight & the clocks changed....
Shirley is in constant pain, but she does not take it out on anyone.
Only her closest friends know – the two closest friends.
She does not burden others with her ailment.
She is pleasant throughout the day, ignoring her pain.
She does not take pain pills because they knock her out.
She has a full-time job that she loves, so she keeps going.
Her co-workers would be startled to learn of her pain.
Her boss also has no idea.
Marvel is in constant pain. She is grouchy and mean.
To her family, her neighbors and people in the grocery store.
She snaps, complains and grouses most of her day.
She wants others to be as miserable as she is.
She cannot keep a job because of her choices.
She chooses to be nasty and mean.
She can be cruel.
She has no boss, and no friends.
Two women with the same ailment.
Handling it in their own unique way.
I told you that you are the one,
of all the women I've ever known.
I told you that you are the best,
so unique among all the rest.
I told you I Love You and could never love you any less.
I praised your beauty as I watched you undress,
but now that we've done the nasty, I must confess.
I just did all of that stuff only for the sex.
To all the young maturing pubescent beauties;
This is how All Boys think during puberty.
To all of the fully matured adult ladies.
Many men carry this attitude into their adulthood unfortunately.
Why do I reveal these secrets and betray all men?
Probably because I was raised in a household dominated by women,
wonderful, loving women I might add,
and that's why I'm a traitor to my gender kind of lad.