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Boys Will Be Boys

A church clock struck midnight, from far far away,
    Overhead, the pale moon was veiled, by dark clouds of grey.
    Two young boys were watching, from their own makeshift den,
    Aiming to prove to friends they weren't mice, but men.
    As gravestones scraped noisily, upon sharp gravel paths,
    The small boys gulped loudly, and subdued nervous laughs.
    But when a corpse clambered out, of a wide open grave,
    The two boys took fright, not feeling so brave.
    With their eyes now wide open, and holding their breath,
    They clung to each other, and were worried to death.
    As the corpse turned around, and staggered their way,
    They closed both of their eyes, and started to pray.
    Soon as a ghoul crawled out, from behind the headstone,
    They felt a little queasy, and started to groan.
    Suddenly, two cold  hands touched them,  pinching their ears
    They both screamed out loudly, then burst into tears.
    But it was just  their eldest brother a prankster called Rick,
    Who,for a bit of devilment, played  an old schoolboy trick.
    They had been watching tv., camped on the hearth rug.
    By the cosy fireside, in their own little snug.
    That night in their beds, what tapped the window pane,
    Was it the leaking gutter, now filling with rain.
    Or whose are those shadows, that stealthily creep.
    So underneath the bedsheets, they tried their hardest to sleep
                      
                                      8/ 14/ 2017.    POET'S SHADOW   GREG BARDON.
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Smile

Silent stars, twinkle noisily
Silhouettes of thoughts
Singing in a soprano of hope
Softly, sweetly, sensitive

Melancholy moon, breathing
Mist rising on the mountains
Music of merry moments
Making a way, waking the day

Iridescent glow of stardust
Inspiring hearts and souls
Inklings of imaginations
Inside dreams of great loves

Luminous light of nightfall
Leading the way through darkness
Lingering on seas of promise
Loving, laughing, lasting

Endless euphoria on souls
Eager to carve out grace and hope
Entering the heart with kindness
Easy feelings of enlightenment
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Life is a Song

Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest

Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song"
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Life is a symphonic cynosure
a charming composition
sung in tune noisily in tandem
merriment liberates us
spread the tunes of life
a ready-made ubiquitous syntax
moon voices Jukebox heart
Iron harps croon the days
I used to walk Elvis line in his heyday.

Twilight dream orchestrator
soars on silver wings
across the eerie sea
past raven-singing islets
race the clock
swap hourglass sand
reset to our first trip,
let's foster solid walls.

Life is a bittersweet symphony.
Love, laughter,
and silent dreams
In verses, rhythm begins
Steering us via life's curveballs
a calm ballad may be feasible
dreamlike memory
dusty paths to neon-lit roadways
catching dreams, sailing
weeping as a lone harp
I'm queueing until death
to travel as a country song
via onomatopoeia syntax
a metonymy, twangy melody.

paint hope on breeze
as moonlight amid trees
or pearly umbrella stars
dancing in cosmic black sea
dark orchestra conductor
revive ancient music
until ivory beams last.

Life is a melody to be sung
play it gently as a drumbeat
life serenade in riptide
years notes strum
cosmic tapestry links us to poetry
spirits dance in unison,
life is akin to writing a song,
with our key and tone
each life has a meaning,
we pick the theme and chorus
a song bearing our name
an inclusive rhythm
life's a tune.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Between November and December

November comes down gliding on filmy wings, 
Bringing cool and dank days on her way
Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings
In a medley of colors, plants and trees proudly stay 

Earth puts on a finery no other season can beat
In glinting flashes, the land and sky look so bright
The delectable pumpkin pie is the season’s favorite treat
As the day advances sunbeams fall in sparks of light
.
Early mornings come covered in snowy mist
Soon leaves nose dive and mournfully weep
The fallen leaves tremulously cry under our feet
As their last goodbye before they finally fall asleep

Evenings turn colorful with sinking sunlight, bleeding red 
Squirrels chatter noisily as they gather nuts in the wild 
As autumn tightens its grip, men retire early to bed
Wind blows all through the month with a temper mild

Soon the air turns chilly with blizzards coming in a row
And winter waits impatient for its icy-cold embrace.
The land will then be covered in a maze of snow.
Even the last flower shall fall and fade from earth’s face

The fallen dead leaves lying in piles and rotting away
And the sound of wind whistling the dirge of November
Bring to me the thought that we must all take leave one day 
Down on earth, fall and rot, thus be fodder for new life ever!


Nov.13.2022

~ Placed First~

November or December Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Caren Krutsinger
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Swan Song

A beautiful swan glided over a lake,
Graciously no sound did make.
Children throwing pieces of bread
To help keep the swans well-fed,
They enjoyed feeding these majestic birds.
Until

Quacking ducks swam noisily past,
With baby ducklings following last.
People strolling in the sun
Peace seemed to reign over everyone
It was a perfect day
Until

Suddenly all was still,
The lake surrounded a grassy hill.
From the far side of the hill, there came a sound.
A heavenly song that echoed around,
The lake.

Everybody was amazed,
When through a surreal misty haze,
They saw the body of a mute bird
Who sang the loveliest melody ever heard.
Floating

Along the lake, peacefully unaware
Of the marvel left there
When it took its last breath
Impressing onlookers to death
Singing the inimitable.
SWAN SONG!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Halloween Night

Halloween Night


     High above the dark and haunted land where    

     A pale moon casts scary shadows on the ground.

     Lanterns lit to illuminate the darkness there.

     Long branches scrape noisily on window panes,

     Owls hoot, bats fly and black cats prowl around.

     Witches buy shiny broomsticks, wands and cloaks,

     Elves scamper and hide inside the ancient oak.

     Ectoplasm drifting from cold, draughty nooks.
 
     New spells tested on unsuspecting folk.


     Night animals run across the forest floor,

     Invisible spectres in empty rooms weep.

     Ghosts playfully passing through closed oak doors,

     Houses creak and along hallways ghouls creep.

     Tonight as the Halloween moon shines bright.


                26/10/16

      For the Contest 'Halloween' by Eve Roper.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Noisily Obsessed

"Fart Proudly!" Benjamin Franklin Once Wrote
A troublesome guest is best not to tote
For happy intestines
It was Ben's suggestion
A good fart is worthy of a good gloat!

Could it be that we're farting obsessed?
Each aspect of farting addressed
From loud and heady
To silent but deadly
All preferences being confessed

They say one should die for their art
But it's others who suffer the fart
I think that it's time
To pursue a new line
Stop the horse and empty the cart

A horse is a horse me thinks 'tis true
Of course it's the back end that stinks of poo
While wielding shovel and pail
I did not watch the tail
He let loose and blew and up I threw!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Like a Folded Rose

I am incredibility inner today,
like a folded rose, metaphorically speaking
I am totally dwelling within . . .
the world moving outside of me
lost within my own reverie
I have come to the art gallery
where I can lose myself
on the patio I am reading and writing
the warm sun is caressing me
the breeze stroking me 
silence embraces my body 
I am safe within my loneliness
the world is far away
until . . . 
some people arrive, noisily
I leave this place and am
now, lost within the world of old masters
and I roam the corridors of the gallery
a girl alone . . .
and I dwell within like a folded rose 

________________________
September 8, 2012


Poetry/Free Verse/Like A Folded Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 09- 419-275-08
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France

Written for the  Standard Metaphorically Speaking Contest
sponsor, Catie Lindsay, HM, Judged 09/24/2012


Submitted to the Standard contest, Late October  
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 

Third Place
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Submitted to Standard Free Verse Contest 
sponsor, Skat, Judged 

First Place

OEDIPAL

Fallen Crocus leaking udder
 could not turn within 
puddles murky wade bacteria still 
filled with slugs, bugs ludicrously crawling 
who tried to warn her with slimy 
                                             S c o r n
relaying daily that to turn faucet
was very thing to open
Sky, Heart, chlorophyll vibrating in swing
loosening apron Strings —

not endless baking of tarts to gobble sweet 
sad —- Oedipal she preferred 
starting day with farts, dough rising
….dandelion ticks 
                               popping 

meadows, mountains mutinous 
remain stuck in Dante’s purgatory rut 
frozen  d r e a m-ponds
creepers like waiting ropes
twirl laundry slave, Slippery hope 
                                             S l o P e
lumpity bumps remained to beam—-
yard hosting corrugated elastic plastic 
                                gathering guano gooing 
                                     noisily scowling 

‘must I dish your food ?!!’
wrinkled petals howl
‘Yes, please…’ from potato 
couch —- creamy curry it would 
                  seem…
                                  with raisins 

Saturdays morn to noon to night
swoon or drift at tv they would  ghostly
                                               G l o a t
at teams losing soccer 
                                                floats
         imbibing dramatised  S o A p s
stressful messy knives and forks 
                                       Gawking Oaks —

starlings sighed singing high notes 
going by, unheard choruses 
unnoticed 
               unkempt grass 
                                g  r. O.  w i. N.  g ___\\\\\
to reach beyond       ^^^
stead’s broken fence 
head ~LOcKED !!

vine with ivy do not applaud 

matters NOT !  neurotic inside-out 
hatters biotic >>
more comfy to waddle in 
    g r a v y   —-  S a v v y
 than Soul to take
                  a soar      A S C E N D I N G
                                  earthy navies

sea cows sleep ——-
forever, wading 
                          SlowLy
 
Sun shines down on 
     aching bones    Cold

               — I circle my own 
                     life force with purple
                             to gold___>>

Daily Bread Community Food Pantry

No more bare cupboards,
fridge, and deep freezer
since returning with more than
our share of daily bread
referring to this mister, who

frightfully squawks like an old geezer,
plus the missus
also ain't no spring chicken,
being locked within crosshairs
elderly stage, she doth dread

ample carload for us,
alleviating this bum searching
for crumbs to tweezer,
thus powdermilk raw bits of biscuits,
I need not scavenge, scrape, scrounge...

substantial commestibles
allows poet taster to breathe easy
inadequately satiates the missus,
(whose Godzilla appetite) defies
(cole) laws of nature to beef fed
predominantly healthy food,

that weighted our automobile like a led
zeppelin choking, intermittently
kickstarting, sputtering... along,
asper in (faux wheel) wheezer
putting utmost pressure
borne by taxing groovy tire tread.

Once mission (not so impossible,
but blessed relief) complete, I did aim
upon returning where we live
to acknowledge gratitude and claim
salvation for charitable deeds,

yours truly doth exclaim,
these volunteers, none I know by name,
nonetheless, a hearty poetic L'Chaim
afforded folks, who commandeer,
confidently coordinate quite efficient process

despite minor lament regarding
heavy toll stressing bulwark
quaking chassis, ripsnorting driveshaft,
shimmying entire automobile frame...,
hence no matter

our exhausted 2009 Hyundai Sonata
puttered along somewhat lame,
kudos to dedicated good samaritans,
worth their weight in gold to tame
hungrily growling, noisily rumbling tummies.

healthy choices allow, enabled,
and provided us to secure provender
eases glum countenance of this clown
gratuity finds me bowing down
paying metrical obeisance

versus depleting meager monies
engendering botox frown
nipping in bud
forestalling need going 
grocery shopping 
to the nearest town.

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