Long Perspires Poems
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In France back in the middle ages
The courts ordered the execution of a cow
How come you're probably asking
Sat on a farmer and squished him that's how
Larry Lewis ran the 100 yard dash
Setting a record at 101 years old
A mortician happened to be standing by
Carted him off to his funeral parlour I'm told
An oak tree emits during one full season
30,000 gallons of moisture
Much like this overweight lady I know
She perspires much more than that I'm sure
“Was it Eliot's toilet I saw?” spelled backwards
Is “Was it Eliot's toilet I saw?”
Bet you weren't aware of this wee tidbit
It leaves most people in awe
About 3000 years ago, Egyptians died
By the time they were thirty years old
Were forced to write their wills at age three
Just in case they caught a bad cold
Chocolate, sex and laughter are factors
That keeping the brain sound and healthy
Larceny, deceit, thievery and embezzlement
Are excellent ways to keep you wealthy
Hedgehog's hearts beat 300 times a minute
Like mine when I see a naked woman
Now no need to get all prissy and stuff
I'm a normal and healthy REAL MAN!
© Jack Ellison 2013
There I stood, flushed: gripping
a diaphanous pelvis of his guitar,
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his body movement
resembling a twisted weave; the
bossa nova of high timbre frothing scales
of primitive jungle moans,
while Latin hands roll with dizzy
Carribean beats as if Santana
and Jobim grooved with him.
Oh he aches, shakes like a livid soul,
more ravished than refined
in his groping music, my night's balm.
Streams of ‘Oye Como Va’ entice a trance
rippling down my spine, ready
to tug with the accompaniment of
drums and sax; till the last rhapsodic groan
prolongs a dazed jiggle for hips
to leap unto the heat of the sky.
My flesh perspires as I whirl,
unmindful of the exotic rhythm
prancing like a black magic woman!
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10/17/2015
Trashed Poem #3 Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
6. Matsukaze
("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy. "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)
Despite
the vigil I kept, night on night ...
despite
my spring purification rite ...
paper streamers like fronds of willow,
tears soaking into my pillow,
you did not come.
Madness touched me.
Like the spume of a wave
that boils and fizzes,
in my pain I raved.
Love returns like the ruthless tide,
like the air perspires in the hot night,
and leaves beads of water on morning grass
to mark its sweating.
The agonies pass,
but there's no forgetting.
Waiting at the gazing tree,
I look out on the restless sea ...
is that he? Coming to me?
Cut the succulent leaf of aloe vera,
and it weeps clear healing tears.
I am restored. Here's Yukihira.
See how his ship skips as it nears!
I deceive myself.
Am I blind?
It was the wind,
teasing a pine.
Exquisite, his calligraphy.
He painted a poem, just for me.
"Now I have gone.
Left you behind.
But if you pine,
I'll come at a run."
I am nothing now. I am a sad pine,
doubled over by prevailing winds.
Like salt, I dissolve in the brine.
Nature's madness, love, is a storm,
but it can't last. The sky grows warm
with purple streaks, braided on magenta.
I am held fast, because I have sinned.
Where I go now, none may enter.
Autumn rain will come. Mark the signs.
And listen for the wind, sighing in the pines.
Silent Parade - Anacreontic Verse
He curses sunrise,
it starts his demise.
He lies in bed,
wishing he was dead.
As somber thoughts creep,
they hurt him too deep,
he just wants to weep
and forever sleep.
His mind's gone berserk,
as the pills don't work.
He tries to explain,
but it's all in vain,
so he becomes tense,
when thoughts make no sense.
What's the point of life,
when its full of strife.
If they wore his shoes,
they would see the clues,
that his heart's breaking
and see he's faking.
He just pretends,
to not worry friends.
It's easy to blend,
so it won't offend.
As he can't engross,
in his dark morose.
He puts on a smile.
it's his mastered guile.
A forced masquerade -
his silent parade.
"April Showers Bring May Flowers" - Anacreontic Verse
Rain perspires into
mild petrichor scents
as a radiant
rainbow appears
Bluebirds bellow
sweet melodies
with saffron sun
glistening amid
blonde daffodils
blooming among
soft scarlet pansies
Tepid perfumed air
drifts fragrant flavours
from lilac lilies
and velvet orchids
Colourful primrose
sparkle like jewels
Bucolic views bring
childhood reminders
of playing in
emerald meadows
Hiding in cornfields
and building scarecrows
Horizons turn grey
as timid sun hides
behind dull rain-clouds
Seasons change with
contrasting weather
but memories
always remain
Two examples for the Anacreontic Verse contest
The Silent One
11 April 2021
His mind is imprisoned by a cage.
He is framed with sentences handed down by strangers.
He is alone even though the other voices fill his head.
He is unaccompanied, even with the crowd in his cell.
He argues among all, which conspiracy we should conspire with.
He has the Freedom to sit with selves to hear who yells loudest,
He has the Freedom to wait and see who wins today's war, for tomorrow it all begins again.
He Paces round the cube, rounding off the four corners of his heart, soul, spirit and body.
He Perspires beads of knowledge learned on his troubled travels not so long ago and, while circling above, they spy the carcass of his joy and humour.
Form:
I'm scary summer visit once a year
with fierce countenance I always appear
Dry up all sources by sucking water
Day by day shoot up hotter and hotter
My infant days warm, cosy, and cheerful
when days pass by, I turn into fearful
My aura haunts even after sunsets
And the suffocative weather upsets
Burst opening the charcoal doors of night
Emerge with the gleam of chandelier light
Like a vicious dragon, I diffuse fire
None dares to encounter my severe ire
My scorching and charring hot weather chokes,
Squeezes, suffocates and perspires the folks
End to end whipping waves sprawled and enclosed
Everywhere stringent curfew terms imposed
Panicked birds stop singing and hide in trees
Tired cattle stay in shades of trees and wheeze
People gulp to quench their enormous thirst
Scared veterans shut up indoors coerced
Light and simple cotton clothes people drape
Lemons and melons to beat and escape
offering a fun they gather at pools
Enjoying ice-creams children bunk their schools
Place : 1 st
My Cousin Chaos
What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so much honest serious hilarious enjoyment
I am related to myself brother in arms mind and legs
on the journey to what where and because of
which fallacious fragmentation reconstructed
polar posited complementing contradictions
She or he who searches seeks the clown jester uncertain certainty
father mother sibling offspring un-othering completion
takes domination pseudo-science’s conjectures
concatenating refutations of the blinding path and vision
The butterfly who flaps the wings the roots to fly
propels the grounded theories of places times
in foresight hindsight blind-sight sentinel sensation
full of telling meaning narrative enlivened imperceptibility
Embraces cuddles rejects rejection rediscovers lost
and lonely loving horizontal longitude the lateral
collateral imprisonment of iron cages rational irrational
emotional confinement liberation freedom from and of
Enshrines in effervescent transcendental condensation
of what perspires inspires transpires in the illuminated
darkness boxes ignorant lamenting shallow high rise entities
makes love to sensual cognition consensual chaos
Or is it co-sin cuisine havoc’s Karma dishy chaperone
and chastised illusion disordered fusion fission
elemental monument harmonious disintegration musky
tall minuscule order rising falling standing firm
When thereafter now again before and yet again I loose
the plotting pot containing potty madness sane insanity
I ask my cousin and the loopy loops and square shaped circles
question the Universe that stays aloof precise and altogether mine
02nd June
To kiss a burning mouth where hunger yearns
And free earthly bonds lovers conceal
To fall into love's arms without concerns
Where touches are tender and senses feel
The needs of time disappear from desires
As the tongues of passion burn and implore
To stoke consuming flames so flesh perspires
In a fiery realm, they both adore
Where tremors linger and sighs never end
When warm lips merge in a passionate kiss
To cross boundaries that love will suspend
And dance as lovers in unyielding bliss
To dwell far beyond in a world unseen
And find a sacred dream where souls convene
9/20/17
contest The Poet's Fire
sponsor Gregory Barden