Long Puzzle Poems
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What is a square, a shape, container quadraphonics, a traditional rollerskate
What is an atrium, a fireplace, a closet
What is a boxing ring, a gymnasium, blackboard
What are a checkerboard, deck cards, crossword puzzle, jigsaw puzzle, dice
What is a bed/mattress/ boxsprings/sleeping bag
What is a swimming pool, shower/bathroom stall
What is an upright piano/organ
What is a refrigerator, microwave, cellphone, monitor, TV, a room laptop, curio What is a dinette, medicine cabinet, bathtub
What is a book/shelf/sheet/tablecloth/towel/handkerchief
What is a quadruplet, quadrant, quadriceps muscle, cubic, square knot
What is a cushion, table, mirror, milk carton, van
What is a suitcase, cigarette pack/carton, bowling alley
What is a filing cabinet, bureau, grandfather clock, casket
What is a trampoline, stadium, arena
What is a deck, galleria, patio, smoke pit, plaza, terrace, aquarium, cloister
What is a tent, arcade, forum, mall, piazza, right-angled, square feet, acre
What is a parking space, pinball machine
What is a color scheme Cyan, Magenta, Yellow, and Black
What is the smell of chocolate
What is the taste of cocoa
What represents the seasons
ANSWER: The number ....
2020 January 30
What's In A Number Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon
Didn't know that love could make
life so incredibly difficult and painful
Nothing moving in the positive direction
There is no winning, only loss and new wounds
Make fuss and braid lies with spider thread
Maybe words need to be broken
so they no longer have any power
Words do not disappear by themselves
They can become blurry due to age or being forgotten
It's all about finding the right balance
When the tears dry out and thought carousel loses spinning
The loss of love that was never satisfied is a fact
No one wants to build the same puzzle over and over again
Destructive pondering, crying and hunting for peace
Worn shoes through many trails in several years
Meat and blood are a guide in life choices
In the wake of loss, gives us permanent scars
There's nothing left to say
15/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Good Friday poem..Squeezing hearts into Banana Pie
Glide,glide through the shackles and your nightmares
Who promises a promiser
All that is an art of compromise, is a sorry wine
Liquid pearl mask of possession
A heart which gives life,and another takes it away
Laughing at all the waste and then our streets
Nothing left to do but tease the fans with lion roars and
hopeful ladies in hot pants
There is always more pieces of a puzzle
A heart that shares seeds many others
To share a chorus but keep it honest
And the wind will be fair
And devoid of your instinctive trouble
Don't know why
T'wasn't thought of before
When I realized it
I was totally floored
I'm sure you must know
What I'm referring to
Not the meaning of life
Or why oceans are blue
Put your thinking cap on
I'll give you a clue
To do with some caramel
It's making me drool
It's made by Cadbury's
Called a Caramilk bar
I'm sure you've had one
The yummiest by far
Don't know their secret
Like magic methinks
Some spying if I try
Could land in the clink
Guess it's a puzzle
We'll take to our grave
Come back with the answer
Coz ghosts misbehave
They can spy on things
Without being seen
Then the secret will out
That'll be kinda keen
Then old Mother Earth
Will no longer ponder
We'll all catch our breath
At last know the answer
Lying here on the edge of sleep
Just before I fall in to deep
On this edge I see so clear
Standing above all that I fear
Sometimes seeing time stand still
Eyes watching against their own will
Yesterday Is so easy to see
Seeing tomorrow's not so free
Like a puzzle, pieces all apart
Never knowing where to start
Darknes ,then light flowing so fast
All our Tomorrow's turns into our own past
Going forward while we're stepping back Thinking sanity is on the attack
It already has a big crack
Saying its the price to be free
Nothing is as we see
Fighting through these unfamiliar sights
Losts in the lights
Dazed at all i I see
This price to be free
So much it seems to cost
Feeding on the souls of the lost
So many heading down this same road
Tired, they still carry their own load
Its a big circle they go
But this is something they will never know
Its all they can see
In this fight to be free
Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.
How do they stay most-given?
A team, that is one-driven.
Does one's desire astonish?
Tell your brain to admonish.
A sneer on the mental brow
Appallingly booming blow.
Yes, you should follow this way.
Block each feasible pathway.
The body is sumptuous.
Warm at the pool alumnus.
Doesn't respond to mental bait?
Timing tools that might not wait.
Real truth lives in our minds.
We love looking for these kinds.
Someone else's nimbly leaping.
When daydreaming or showing
Tap a single rhythmic flare
Nicely made body and flair.
Youth seduced by its own wit.
Dyed mind slips out puzzle kit.
Intense male moot chittering
Had ample scorn, tittering.
That formed to smelt it anxious.
Let them nark what they cautious.
Let them each do as they please.
None of them came to a cease.
Until they met in the past.
As though it were for the last.
I'm watching Housemates.
Enter, discuss, and debate.
I can just watch them in awe.
Calm mind has cost me sorrow.
Complete a mental process.
Coupled with one's hidden progress
A quiet wait for game-start.
Clue that thinking must be smart.
A circle of live persons.
Anticipating reactions
Tense reactions preset dancing
How to strain when enhancing?
Look for life's necessity,
Needs love and austerity.
Focus beings on the soul.
How to live arty role.
If we grasp eternity.
Time and eons disunity.
One didn't equal the other.
We crave life touch void over.
Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.
Written: 09/01/2022
Sans Mind-Body Who Are We Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Checked by: HMS.COM
and Rhytmezone.com
JUEJU: 7 syllables every line
we soared over clouds
didn't dare look below
capricious emotions
could wither or grow
you played your guitar
i liked what i heard
but to finish your song
you needed my word
i'm low man on the totem pole
and you're my belle of rock and roll
"now play that song with twice the soul -
don't you love it?"
there's oneness in twoness
to stare in the eyes
of one who looks deeply
embracing surprise
one jigsaw piece left
in the puzzle of you
do i fancy that piece might be me?
or who?
i'm minoring in history
you're majoring in mystery
do i like you unconditionally -
do i love you?
will you touch my life?
will we fly to clouds above?
is it me or who?
is it like? is it love?
we had our lives ahead of us
we had so much in common
and as you once remarked to your cat,
"how wonderfully uncommon is that?"
open your mind go with your heart and soul and be a story worth telling
life begins at the edge so step into your fear and just let go (I can and I will)
inspire to be inspired if your dream is not scary it is not amazing enough
a challenge can change you in unfathomable ways never give up (never)
find your purpose in life and happiness will be your reward change rejected
into re-directed inspire to be inspired think beyond yourself always
and let your dreams make you great be your own wonderful inspiration
life is like a garden plant it water it well and it will grow strong and healthy
don't be afraid to fall or to fail (to be not perfect) pick up all the shattered
pieces (put the puzzle back together) sometimes the wrong choice is right . . .
_________________________
September 16, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/be a story worth telling
Copyright Protected, ID 15-710-015-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, 10 lines or less,
sponsor, Rob Carmack
Fifth Place
What the future holds for us, no one knows for sure
Hopefully, very shortly, headlines will read for cancer we have a cure
The human race is like a giant jigsaw puzzle, with each of us being one piece
To achieve success we all need to work harder, a chance for a better world will surely increase
Everything we have in life is from the efforts of so many people bonding together
Why is it that we elect politicians who can't do this whatsoever
I think a lot of them have egos that are so big that they won't even give it a try
What kind of profession pays this well, where nothing seems to get done, it makes you want to cry
If you hired someone to clean your windows and they were still dirty after they left, what would you do
Certainly, you would never have them back,and you would hire a new crew
Compromise is something that seems to have completely disappeared
Politicians, please stop the name-calling and bickering so that we may be able to stand up and cheer
Just keep walking
The words ringing in his ears
He marches ever onward
Trying to leave the memories behind
Around each new bend
A new start could await
But all he finds is empty promises
Nothing to the fill the void
She left deep inside
Each new path
Every possibility tried
He tries desperately to forget
Not to taint others with her memory
Comparisons aren't fair
To them, to her, to him
But inevitably they creep in
And the world seems to fall short
Not because she was perfect
Or even better than anyone else
But like a puzzle piece misses it's companion
Because nothing else fits quite right
He doesn't want her back
She's happy, secure, and safe
He knows shes probably better off
So he moves on, walking ever forward