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A complete thought
it conveys a complete thought
soothing harmonious phrases
a melody
perfecting a pitch
a sequence of notes
and a musical structure
that grooves and carries
from the Book
Cochliomyia hominivorax
By Cooter Skirts
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a line from page 109 reads
We used the boxtruck for shelter in the rain.
while putting Styrofoam spray into number
tin cans, we were tryna make a floating device, anyway
I told ex wife the story of me becoming engaged.
"I knew my wife loved me the day
I came home early and no one
was there. She does crafts
and on the table was " I love You"
stringed together. She used the pigfeet bones from
the BBQ and some string
she tied dandiloins inbetween the bones
I asked her to marry me that evening"
She played fiddle with the band and I played accordain
Her ex husband was a cattle herder and he always had a need
to talk o her. I got tired of this
She said she'd marry me and I
told him that the latenight gossip
had to stop: I laughed at his lonelinees
and made no bones about what I meant!
The organization makes a package
With questions and answers forms
And videos to be used at
Engament parties.
My cousin Madder told me
He and one of the actors
In involved with one movie
Said some sciences looked
Like thong commercials
While others were borderlines
Religious. He favored the ones
That were sports related.
It is said to be done to involve
Audience to the wedding
The flock of the religion
Respect to both families
Don't let your audience become
a crowd.
Inclusion and how much involment
Both parties will allow
Drama vixens and Comforting Dudes
And Soothy Rubrite are not invited and why.
Why it is important to involve certain people
And why exclusion of some should be considered
The package contains documents
For receipts and invoices.
Ledgers for
Caters
Dee Jays
Clothing rentals and
Purchase
Gas allotments
Video
Scripts
Cheers
Prayers
Offerings of congratulations
Best ways to gift
Explainstion of exclusion
And
Inclusion
Using respectful words
And phrases
The movie is so good
You can watch it like
A regular movie
This poetess writes poems of few words,
till the last line she holds the rhythmic cards,
where the essence of her poems unfolds
the tale of the heart that needs to be told.
The patina of finesse of an artist
that on her mind’s canvas exists,
shines in the words her poems display,
carries the meaning of what she has to say.
Life is so complex, “but I love simplicity”,
that’s how she’d “hold on to dreams” pretty
to express what she thinks for she isn’t afraid,
doesn’t hesitate to call spade a spade.
Her verses that rhyme or don’t rhyme
make her a poetess sensitive to our trying times,
its travails her muse let us understand,
conveyed through the poetry of Heidi Sands.
(Note : The phrases within quotation are from poems of Heidi Sands)
September 26, 2019
The sweet sound of songs
Is pleasing to the ears;
Lyrics are played over again
For days, months, and years.
The sweet sound of music
Brings back the hands of time;
List'ning to the same old lines
Recorded in the mem'ry of rhyme.
The sweet sound of hymns
Is truly great to the brain;
Making you forget pessimistic mind,
To think positive during the rain.
The sweet sound of sonata
Is refreshing to the lovers of music;
It really replenishes the soul,
Be it a ballad, pop, jazz or classic.
The sweet sound of melody
Enhances the family hour of bonding;
Cheerfully singing the chorus,
With voices of harmony and blending.
The sweet sound of lullabies
Can help you fall asleep;
To regain the lost strength,
Then rise with a promise to keep.
The sweet sound of verses
Can teach you a lesson or two;
Making you a much better person
Who thinks twice what to say or do.
Sing the symphony of love,
Hear the rhythm - short or long;
The heartwarming wave of phrases
Makes the sweet sound of songs.
Poetry is more than rhyme and verse
It brings light and laughter to the earth
Poetry begins inside the heart and soul
Giving back to the heavens some console
Poetry heals, hopes and defines mysteries
Will take the poet down through histories
Poetry encourages, enlightens and enlivens
Capturing the love that flows and energizes
Poetry combines the words to bring insight
Magical poems who grace the world write
Poetry opens the doors to dreams within
Teaching the spirit just where it should begin
Poetry amazes, awes and gives inspiration
Awakens the mind to the gifts found in creation
Poetry is more than words and phrases
It draws images of its muse with sweet praises
Poetry is alive, a fire burning through the night
Showing it’s flaming delight with brilliant light
Poetry brings my feelings out into the sunshine
Where they are comforted and never pine
Poetry clarifies, imagines and cures anguish
Promising the heart that it will never languish
Poetry knows the weakness and strength
And the poet must go to most any length
To reveal the heart and soul, the inside
That yearns to give back all it can confide
The joy, hope, peace and faith, all smiles
Flowing with the whispers of Godly styles
A Poet’s Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
October 6, 2020
Within soil's silent phrases
love would love to find flesh
hearing what Earth repeated
timelessly amused again
with pregnant pauses
You know how touching feels
yet can't articulate sacred Mother's mantra
resonating octaves
of radiantly colored energy
empowering pitch
scale
shape
Sighted sounds
resounding sacred calculations,
masculine 1-sums
sniffing feminist 0-souls
with erect respect
Sacred views
unvoiced full spectral choice
profound
elegant
exquisite
intimately intricate
imaginations
Wise as ancient integrity
absorbs what hypocrisy divides
from Earth's well-timed warming powers
to inhale Sun's silent,
yet full sighted, light
rediscovering sounds
for soulful silenced
power
In between
silent phases
phrases
of Earth's moon
and tidal seas
and seasons
passion needs to feel us
deeply listening
Widely learning
what and why and when
Earth repeats Her fractal
timeless fractures
fusing sensory beats
Repeating
musing wisdom circles,
dancing spirals
fusing echoing silence
musing one timeless rest
not not noted
pregnantly again.
An unbeliever is not really different
from an atheist, their thoughts are equal...
wallowing in bigotry with no truth to tell.
They defiance is demonstrated in arrogant phrases,
woe to you believers! Don't let them deceive you!
The lion devours anyone who's feeble and powerless.
Post your banner of faith and make them scamper,
and see them retrieve into their loathsome anger...
feel no pity or sympathy...let them fee their agony.
When a godly man states his views on spiritual matters,
he is surely disliked for declaring this truth with sincerity and boldness;
in ancient times, there was such an unquestionable, faithful man,
King David was the humblest and most virtuous one...
when it came to writing psalms and praise His Creator,
for he was wonderfully made and his thankfulness conveyed it more.
Defend your faith, there are many snakes hiding in the tall grass and one of them
seemingly asleep, will bite you to inject his deadly venom...
be careful and watch that serpent with a diligent eye and recognized bigotry.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
shadowed in darkness, sniffing as a hound
creeping about without releasing a sound
begging to be noticed, wanting to be found
silence is too loud when its echoes resound
behold, it comes creeping to known places
among those of us who wear innocent faces
cajoling in soft whispers to gain good graces
offering false humility and fridgid embraces
silence cries with stale breath for adoration
quietly seducing with phrases of flirtation
spawned to be the wielder of denigration
a stealth mute, soused on pride's libation
ink splotches fingered from hushed tongue
will never be songs aptly written to be sung
in silence it leaks acid and toxins are sprung
disguised as a friend but what lies it's flung
SPEAK the truth you have neglected to say
then return to shadows where you oft play
your silence has not fooled those you betray
sheath your vile dagger then be on your way
The Fable of Jesus
Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't
whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned
the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew
a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until
the Rome administration banned them
Jesus, to please his father, built a bookshelf, it was
It was so bad his younger brother had to take over
Jesus took umbrage and moved to Jerusalem, where
he hung out with radicals of his time
he was good at talking and soon became their leader
there are a few girls in Jesus's fellowship
one of them was Magdalene who had the hots
for Jesus, tall and elegant back in his youth
Jesus became famous when he threw moneylenders
out of the church, many more people joined his flock
He thought he was powerful and took on
the Rome colonial administration and arrested
they mocked him and gave him a crown of thistles
egged on Haiku
y the hateful priests, was crucified
During the night, women got him down from
the cross, hid him in a cave till his wounds healed
A fisherman called Peter smuggled him and
Magdalene to France
they had seven children, and he ended his days
as respected goldsmith
Little words of value blown to smithereens
I am a smidge of worry with a touch of green
I spent the night picking out E's and O's
now my tummy is a gurgling with woes
From the belly, letters jumbled and crinkled
from my ear every word flowed and mingled
from the eyes the poem poured out in stance
as a front cover, back cover, spine cover, danced
I drank it all down with a large glass of water
swished it all up, then I thought I saw an otter
in my mind the word CREATE arrived in swing
so I decided to write this ditto and give it wing
I swallowed a dictionary full of words and phrases
I didn't do it for glory, nor did I do it for praise
Maybe I just wanted to feel whole again
that is why I used, my frivolous light pen
I swallowed the dictionary, now what ?
bY: mYSTIC rOSE
Jan 17, 2019