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Feeling adolescent when I should feel like an adult
Stand up, I need a round of applause for my poetic pause
Give up negativity and give in to optimistic spirit of humility – you need faith frankly
You can be better than any celebrity if you are in for the completion of a competition…of oos and aws…
Bodyquake to the rhythm of my heart that beats with flawless beauty that’s completely on fleek and as tasty as Greek Yogurt…earning ogling from the dairy fans pleasurably
Don’t judge fashion
Don’t shun out different…the so-called insignificant…
What you say, hun?
You need to repent…get the hint? You’re so elegant….
Lightning my thunder moves
Groove with my approval hooves
Spiraling notions haunt and taunt me happily…
It gets me as mad as a hornet at times…oddly…
“We can’t stop and we won’t stop” - Miley Cyrus “We Can’t Stop”
That kinda says it all in one line…wish it was mine…
Don’t be hating on anyone…Miley’s just fine…
She is like a bittersweet, bizarre, and authentic wine…
Yeah, she has a reputation of good girl gone bad…just don’t whine…
It doesn’t mean I’m a true fan of her…I just appreciate her music
I wish people can give her music a listen because it’s, strangely, epic…
Your attention attitude is like a hanging backpack on the overhead on a street wire
I have faced a dire situation due to having this on-fire desire, but I’m 18 and I am the king of my empire…so if you want to be my maid or servant, I’m here to hire you to deal with my flat tire
Quietly, I chew a slice of an orange,
Sticky and wet, but so exquisite.
Quite often I draw vivid inspiration
From this little well actually a glass.
Silently, I sip until my tongue is drenched,
All while I witness birdies sit upon branches.
Slowly I tear away the violet grapes,
Staring at the shimmery slices on my dish.
Noisily, I peel away fruity flesh with my teeth,
Feeling the splendid, tender juices tickle me.
Pleasurably, I carry on devouring these treats,
Such enjoyment indeed has never been so satisfying.
Peacefully, I allow myself such indulgence,
As I begin pondering verses for poems soon to be.
Oh, yes, this is what it means to live simply,
So darlings, see, this is why life is so lovely.
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Panglossian Perspective
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable,
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized,
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative,
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.
You dig into my skin with your claws of distrustful disdain
Why don’t you welcome the Healing rain?
I promise that it will wash away the troublesome pain
That bullies you to the extreme – try, darling, try to remain sane,
Yet, I still feel for you…I have been driven insane
By the fact that I have been left behind…
I was that one insecure, sad child…
Don’t give me the cold shoulder…please don’t hurt me…I know I am not your kind
I am not your kind…but I am kind and mild…
I was once that dense, wild, immature child, carelessly doing whatever he wanted to do…
Until I met you…out of the blue, I knew you were lost and alone too…
How did I know you were coming down with the love flu?
We both wanted love to feel right…we wanted to be accepted…we wanted to be embraced with one-of-a-kind affection…
The passions, pounding pleasurably into our mind’s tranquil eye…we didn’t know our foolishness was another form of corruption…
Say goodbye to bliss that once said its vows to me...my heart is throbbing with endless fright...
Strife is knitting in every verse…I lost my train of thought, feeling worthless, but that’s nothing new…
My soul is crying out for your attention…there’s a hole in my contrite heart; though shame embraced me long ago, I’m still willing to search around for your other shoe…
Let’s face it – you're just another abominable sin, making me feel vulnerable and downcast…are you a sheep in wolf’s clothing? The truth is becoming black and white…
You were my black long hearse,
Running me over with your cold-blooded ignorance…
No one or anything in this wretched world ever felt much worse…baleful dilemmas start to rehearse (double doubts and abhorred avarice; but, nevertheless – there’s more grand land to explore)
I was twirling around in my sugar-coated trance…
I caught a glimpse at you, daydreaming relentlessly…you are a graceful gift, not a corrupt curse (that sends guilt into my numbed noggin… I’m no longer kissing the abyss; in other words, the sentiments of hopelessness doesn’t intimidate me anymore)
I am cursed...a heart like mine is broken...dark angel, sorrow is not the answer...so rehearse...our exquisite love oath…we welcome the halo-shaped sun…the dazzling, astonishing auras, surrounding your body, deflating and inflating like a kid’s red balloon…
am i
right
that the
writing rite
for those of who
have partaken in it
more
than
once
have
their
own way
even safe to
say a particular
personal but not always
necessarily
initiationally
immatating
that same
something
that caused an
equal but opposite
reaction the first time a
synapse sparked pleasurably
then a minute
but in no time
now minutely
needing
nothing
even simple
things like using
the same pen again
or blowing a ram's horn
in truth
if truth
be told
you blame
your muse
but i never have
to for through today's
technology an email will do
if she says she's
feeling lazy then
i with poem paint
will drip in
a thought
of time clocks
melting over some
tree limbs and then finish
by hanging this on a tired wall
where it will
be for me to
find perhaps
looking from a
bove at what is
in the upper west side of
Manhattan's Guggenheim but
hardly being a labyrinth since it is
circular yet was designed by Lloyd Wright
Form:
Anima balances Animus
In a dance of fathomless rhythm
The hangover reaches the consciousness
The cherry tree goes on blossoming spree beside the sea
I find myself delving deep with the emotions by her hands set free
In the warmly maternal hearth
Are my malted moments of mystic mirth
Never any dearth in perceiving the coffee cup held up
Anima has at all times been most pleasurably giving birth
To a variety of rain and thunder in an awesomely good earth
Anima is generous in beckoning under her brackish breath
A momentary death underneath is euphoric in its affinitive depth
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April 27, 2016
For: Anima – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
Each piano note
Played skillfully with soothe hands
No need for tension . . .
It can heal the soul
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of distress...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly
Help me to translate my inspiration into piano compositions...
That would be genius...that would be incredible
The world needs music to repair its broken society
Piano playing is so moving and therapeutic
Free us from solitude's captivity!
Stimulate us with mesmeric music,
We need it so desperately!
I refuse to be stuck in place without music, making me dance merrily!
Each piano note
Was played pleasurably with gentle and articulate hands
No need for tension . . .
Don't make us feel apprehension!
Don't mention the sorrows and burdens of yesterday...
I pray...I want you to ascend this sun-shining day!
I pray that I see you spread
Your velvet wings and fly today
Without a trace of dread!
Get a heads start! Play those chords of bliss!
You are a waterfall of wonderfulness....
It can heal the soul...it can mend a broken heart as well
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords...
Is your motivation a heaven or a hell?
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of loneliness...
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly
Piano Practice -
Repairing my unstable
Thoughts of woeful affliction and discouragement...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...I must play a song with you
Teach me how to play elegantly and so true
Teach me how to be as talented as you . . . .
Embrace me with affectionate passion
You don't know how you make me feel - mere satisfaction
Let me be your page-turner and take action!
I'll take action to help you play so flawlessly and wondrously - the audience is smiling and closing their eyes with gratification! ~
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
Big things in small packages, so goes the phrase
And astounding, a spoonful of snow, in such ways
A thousand frost miracles, and identical, none
Innumerable prisms making rainbows from sun
Each with its detail of wonders, unique
Chilled to perfection to tickle your cheek ...
Spoonfuls, that if balled, are fun to be flung
Pleasurably melted when placed on your tongue
Just enough snow for a friend, I would think
To get their attention, or cool down a drink
Limpid complexities with formations, fine
Chiseled by a physical process, divine ...
Jewels from the heavens as winter clouds weep
The crystalline tears of a season's cold creep
Transparent and clear, and cleaving the light
Yet bundled together, the whitest of white
Like so much we see, they're plain at-a-glance
Yet examined up-close, are sure to entrance
So ...
Maybe there's a lesson that we can thus learn
To look at each OTHER more closely, in turn
For the inestimable qualities surfaces hide
And the precious complexion of what is INSIDE
By remembering always, wherever we go
The amazement and magic in a spoonful ...
Of snow.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Christmas Rhymes" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
Many a student sees school subjects like 123... ten
Many a student thinks it a den
Such makes out of each a slug
Without taking note it's a humbug
That needs to be attacked with felicity
Through little weeny ferocity
Many a student works with team
Many a student matches alone with his dream
Thus makes his efforts seem dry
As if he had never for once try
Despite the enlightenment of the town
Should have not mark him drown
Many a student works delightfully with codes
Many a student boasts grotesquely of his modes
Leading his way through the same bush
Which the warries and wears continually push
Ends up to pleasurably park
While the toughs blissfully bark
He is the family's pet
Who no one dears spank
Got him the gut to bet
No troubles bank
But the course of great career never did run smooth
That makes one soothe