Long Ostentation Poems
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The other day I read a Facebook post,
where they asked this silly question again.
Find a word that starts with the letter O,
but that word must end with the letter N.
Of course, I know it’s just my opinion,
and taken from my own observation.
That it would not take much of an optician,
to see this as open ostentation.
Now I feel I have an obligation,
to sit on the octagon ottoman,
Where I often eat an Oregon onion,
while petting my baby orangutan.
His name is Owen Odin Orion,
his occupation is just an oarsman,
But he has joined an organization,
to help an orphan find his origin.
He had a small organ operation,
with an option to open an obstruction.
They had to keep him on some oxygen,
while they blasted it to oblivion.
I wonder if I have an obsession,
for words that start with O and end in N.
My opposition says it’s an omen,
I say it’s an overreaction again.
Sweltering anger spills raw emotion
dispatching choppers in the air,
intense heat disseminates murmuring voices,
discharging menacing messages packed with fear.
Suddenly the academic mob appears,
and storms up the bullet rigged stairs,
while the deceptive tree watches with opposing eyes
calculating their blazing passion
and ignoring their desparate cries.
Intensity swells,
the sizzling temperature increases,
unflinching voices resonates,
ripping up fortified roof
and penetrate their deep flaming scars.
Footsteps thunder across the room,
while the beguiling tree sits listless
pouring salt into their bleeding wounds.
“Answer us now!” they shouted
“We are tired of your choreograph lies”
but the tree kept uttering deluding words
that were already familiar to their ears.
Mealymouthed explanation coincide with
years of empty promises swims to the surface
and consume their heartfelt sentiments.
Desperation looms over sun scorched faces,
sadness cracked their blazing lips,
tears roll down their stricken faces,
but the tree looked at them with ostentation.
“Tomorrow”, they uttered
“We give you until tomorrow to solve this matter”.
the wind tossed the tree to and fro,
bending its arm and breaking its charm.
Anxiety brewed, tension flares,
but the tree and its entourage disappeared
leaving the academic mob in deep despair.
©2013 Christine Phillips
I am the most regal bird you’ll ever see in the land
With my spectacular plumage, I’m pompous and grand
My mate is quite dowdy as all her feathers are brown
But we have royal connections as we both wear a crown!
Did you know that my tail feathers are known as a train
Of course I need no encouragement to show it off again!
My train’s got over fifty ocelli which means simple eyes
and when I fly high into the sky folk look up in surprise
I’m one of the largest flying birds ever known to man
With my enormous tail I’ve got a five foot wingspan
Yes, I’m a proud peacock and it’s no wonder folk stare
when I strut round palace gardens with my tail in the air
I ignore all other birds, they think I’m nasty and snide -
so an apt noun for us peacocks is an ostentation or pride!
I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
07/24/20
ORIGIN AND DESTINATIONS
Die and bury in the earth
it is natural to return to the truth
chimera the chemistry that us
belong to...
To die at sea is to enter
to the primitive ocean and remember
that we are water that has mixed ...
Dying man is ideal destination
in the grave or cremation,
without ostentation but with
style...
Do as whose plan
we are elements ... like fish
in the sea whose brothers we are ...
Death is honored by honoring life ...
Dishonor mankind
killing the human of us at war ...
To die is necessary with dignity
to deserve eternal life ...!
Absurd as it may sound
Appreciate life as it is found
Admirable thought and profound.
Cat on the wall
Caught in its caterwaul
Costly mistake of wrong choice
Emits a purr and a mew
Engineer scraps design for new
Excellent cast of the dies.
Golden blessings from above
Generous dolings of love
Genial nature without lies.
Iris is the window of soul
Iota of envy is the mole
Irritable mind leads to guiles.
Kindly is the heart of compassion
Knock down the doors of ostentation
Kink of the mind conscience defiles.
Orange and apple are unalike
Over these comparison don't strike
Order of creation differences implies.
Lastly, of my wisdom with words
Use your pens instead of swords
Hope all I've said is wise advice.
~07 Jul 2016~
Time Taken : 45 Minutes
Contest: Make A Poem Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Write me a poem using the 21 words listed below
any subject that fits with these words is acceptable
please use a form that rhymes
Poems of 8 lines minimun and 24 maxium
word list
Absurd, appreicate, admirable
cat, caught, costly
emits, engineer, excellent
golden, generous, genial
iris, iota, irritable
kindly, knock, kink
orange, over, order
Nothing stirs the languid souls of folks like a hometown parade.
Friends and neighbors uniting to form a colorful cavalcade.
Any special occasion will do such as Veterans or Independence Day,
To uproariously celebrate and put on a spectacular display!
The parade is led off by aging vets proudly carrying Old Glory,
Stepping lively despite expanded girths and looking rather hoary.
The mayor is next in a flashy convertible exuding all of his charms,
Grinning inanely and greeting folks with his out-stretched arms!
The local high school band marches slightly out of step,
And playing a bit off-key but tooting with mighty pep!
The equestrian saddle club prances by in well-formed troops,
Followed closely by a couple of clowns wielding clean-up scoops!
Anxious moms herd a troop of Brownies so small and so cute.
Here comes the Hometown Queen - isn't she a charming beaut!
Vintage cars and John Deere tractors put on quite a show,
But a Model T Ford stalls causing its owner misery and woe!
The Rose Bowl and Macy parades are planned with great ostentation,
Designed to entertain TV audiences across this great nation,
But small town parade committees are just as proud as they can be,
To plan and sponsor a pageant to please local friends and family!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
AI poetry and aureate prose is quite often repulsive.
Bathetic prose relying on synonyms isn’t persuasive.
Content, more important than labels, that spins on looms
deep, thought-provoking poetry that eternally blooms.
Evocative language that hankers to an idyllic past;
finishing with a flourish leaving an impression that lasts.
Grammar rules adhered to and the spelling precise;
high-energy prose that wants me to read the poem twice.
Imagery well defined transporting me on a journey
juxtaposed with tantalising realms, but never corny.
Kicking over the traces and not flinching when
language treated as an art form with an aurum pen.
Metaphor must be transparent—never an enigma or obscure;
no ambiguities of puns that we as readers have to endure.
Originality—no plagiarism—goes without saying;
poetic licence, within limits, can be quite satisfying.
Quest for illumination on issues that are often moot.
Rhythm and sound have primacy over meaning to boot.
Sensitive treatment of the subject matter will always win.
Tautograms and alliteration mastered … overuse won’t win.
Unusual perspective on a topic, but not a lot of baloney.
Voice of the poet that clearly shines through cacophony—
winged inspiration that soars without fear or favour.
X-rated and risqué offerings would definitely not be devoured.
Yammering critics like an ostentation* of peacocks, while
zealotry that rankles leaves a bad taste—it’s no one’s style.
When in having or showing a seemingly moderate,
most humble estimate of one's great merits,
and importance, free from ones vanity,
egotism, boastfulness, or grateful pretensions.
When free from ostentation or showing extravagance.
Can you a modest house,
white washed as new cotton picket fences.
When kind when in having,
or showing a proper regard for the decencies
behavior, speech, long fevered press,
and desert is best served:
when a modest neckline is not seen on that dress.
A demure young chorus girl.
Not being prudish could suggest an exaggerated,
self-conscious proper well fitting form of modesty
or propriety in behavior or lacking in conversation
when one whom like I, being thought of, as you wish
to be thought of,
easily shocked and who more often than not
is thinkingly tolerant.
Could a prudish objection to a harmless remark thus provoke.
When I am loving you, but you never me.
Bold, but coarse.
Often is the bread, when seeing the greenest sea.
I am but a small,
humble, low, slower, meeker version of thee.
A candle light woman.
Bright camera woman,
and a dream for he, comes true.
Can you not find,
this being this your modest of modest of styles today.
Can we not be ostentatious or kind of pretentious
without it being unseemingly, not extremely or excessively?
When it is modest and moderate,
decorous and or decent, when coming, I ask this of thee.
Love me and thou be art,
it is most often then, only when found by thee, is modestly.
Keeping due measure of your new found treasure.
It is a concentration of all of your riches,
and often one which is considered lost or forgotten
until being, you it is fire, 'rediscovered.
Of fine ripe women and wine, 'not improper or lewd,
Never once considered, a shrew.
'I will, ' therefore, with only thee...
Being that women adorned in themselves is modesty...
When beechen quickened red buds begin then to swell,
And the woods, far off this woman can see.
Being thus when this is, I have written
on this page.
It seems too me like modesty.
Platitudinous ponderosity
All these nouns sound so silly
A bawdy outward display from ostentation
A twist or fold from overt placation
An act, an instance or state of expansion
Increase in size from flatulent action
Assuming what is not natural or real
A false display of affectation or zeal
Pretension and haughtiness
It’s distastefully adorned with gaudiness
Promulgating esoteric cogitations
Articulating psychological observations
Ingesting superficial sentimentalities
Beware of platitudinous ponderosities
Resolution:
(And to all those who attempt to fleece
I have made a call to The Dream Police
And if you must know, his name is Rick
And he’s in band called Cheap Trick)