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Deadened Frisson Explains

Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia

impossible to describe listlessness
     bedeviling this body electric aye attest
motivation to counter glumness
     seizes motility temporarily

     to stave off staid purposeless at best,
yet aware poetic obfuscation chest
barely delineates fierce hopelessness
     assailing me,

     when'r awake and/or at everest
feeding melancholy feedback loop
     sparring against faintest
momentum - writhing psyche,

     asper an unwelcome guest
emotional friction
     bringing motionlessness,
     where lunging futility

     summoning ability
     to muster joie de vivre
     defeated willpower 
     no matter mental health

     propped up
     with pharmacological medications
     prescribed by Doctor George Adams be hest,
yet tis NOT suicide, but general malaise
     as if poison (or stung by a scorpion) jest

permeates thy being
     sparking existential angst
     hoop fully communicating figurative soffits
     facilitating emotional bulwark lest

ye coon sitter
     this lix spittled chap messed
up in the head, but also that empty nest
syndrome - a bird den, and nefarious pest

disallowing merrily rowing my boat
     subjected to turbulence that doth wrinkle
     space/time continuum quest
punctuating any attempt

     to take fig yurt heave Newtonian rest
without being assailed
     of drab quotidian predictability
     re: envious papa

     towards daughters adventurous lives
     he rejoices (albeit vicariously)
respective lives where offspring lasso lassitude,
     viz both their electric kool aid acid test
how fate didst in vest
waning wily woebegone zest!
Form: Lyric


My Love Qap 8x10 Form

Why is the sky so clear and blue?
It's pure like my true love for you.

Why is the sun so burning hot?
It's to remind me what I got.

What did you get, if you don't mind?
I got my love, one of a kind.

Why is your love so special why?
She is the apple of my eye.

What is the name of your loved one?
It is a secret, but she's Ann.



"QAP 8X10" or "QAP 10X8", new forms created by Marius Alexandru, on February 2021 consists of 4 or 5 stanzas of 2 lines each stanza in a Question-Answer format.

QAP 8X10 form consists of 8 syllables each line with a total of 10 lines, respective 5 stanzas of 2 lines each.

QAP 10X8 form consists of 10 syllables each line with a total of 8 lines, respective 4 stanzas of 2 lines each.

It is a rhyming form with an AA BB CC DD EE rhyming scheme.

Both forms have 80 syllables and are Question/Answer Style poems.
(first line the question second line the answer)
The name of the new form is "QAP" meaning Question Answer Poem.

Examples: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2775032--QAP-8X10-or-QAP-10X8--New-Form-Poetry
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member LUNAR


     In respective orbital path on certain Full Moon Night,
      Sun-Moon in- between Earth, come in a line just right.
      Sun -Moon- Earth paired all together in perfect alignment,
       Lunar Eclipse will occur :
       Technical term 'SYZGY' has been set.

    Under thinner -most shadow of Earth, if Moon slips,
     Eclipse is known to be Pen Umbral,
     If partially shadowed, it's Partial Eclipse.
    Fully shadowed Eclipse is Total.
     
    Total Lunar Eclipse now being called Blood Moon
  as the Eclipsed  Moon is not dark or dull losing glamour,
    but exhibits rusty red hue glow looking boon.
    Sun spectrum through atmosphere displays reddish colour.

  Ensnared in eclipse Full Moon slips through shadow of Earth
    leaving behind sullen silhouette sunken in starry sky
   Blue Blood Moon in scarlet glow winks in frolic flare to mesmerize.
         
    Full Moon closest to Fall is termed ‘Harvest Moon’
   That’s the seasonal time to harvest.
    Next Full Moon the ‘Hunter’s Moon’ comes very soon.
    To go for hunting is the best.

    If the Harvest Moon shows Blood Moon at perigee,
   the closest position of Moon to Earth,
    One tenth larger and thirty percent brighter to see.
     Spectacular ‘Super Moon’ most worth.

      If consecutive four ‘Blood Moon’ appeared
       Rare occasions of lunar performance !
     The event is known as ‘Lunar Tetrad’.
      In between eclipse to come has no chance.

            Watching ‘Super Moon’ I felt lucky
           Then, have I gone lunatic? 
        Enjoying marvelous cosmos beauty,
         I feel  just romantic.

Cosmological Fantastical Imemorial Lil Opus

aswirl within tremendous maelstroms
universal united uninhabitable cauldron
tempered with analogous:
outrageous, portentous
thunderous cacophony in tandem

with thick mucilaginous fog
metaphorically postpartum
nebulous placenta afterbirth
and/or proto planets aborted

per primordial material
slowly (millions of years) coalescence
annealed bubbling primeval soup
engendering (extant

via immeasurably immense stretches of time)
subsequent birth of quasi solar systems
where antediluvian cosmic midwife prepped
quintessential biochemical laboratories

across gamut of space
inexorably incurring, inviting, inuring
pseudo plasmatic phenomenal possibilities
vaguely concatenating, incubating,

nursing inhospitable
wryly, wrought-fully,
write-fully Weltanschauung 
respective environmental, geological,

meteorologically rendered seething broth
conglomerations fused inchoate legions
of Ongepatchket protean quixotic
rudimentary shapeless threads

winding up at greased lightening
eventually simmering temperature
thousands of degrees
conducive for indefatigable living organisms

congealing despite galactic Golem
whiplashing microbial unicellular entities
subjecting globular linkedin progenitors
across the countless eons

where hellacious heat gave way to
punks like cool and the gang
drafted heady lagers produced
thickly *** bergs exceptionally humungous ice

hundreds of millions years ago Arctic vortex
preserved intact forebears of this writer
who still retains
one percent genetic Neanderthal Man 
stock, lock and barrel.
Form: Epic

After Dinner Childhood Parlor Game

let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack 
on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back 
rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack
until reverse time warp registered 

   late 19600's, without one kink 
smooth all the way akin 
   to a flawless artful lettered link
no harm to any animals, 
   though a near head on collision with a mink

crossing the bridge o'er Tarabithia one gruff troll
nearly upended our smooth sailing thru ether with a roll
over maneuver that near went awry, 
   but for the amazing grace of dog a poll
lease trained pooch, 
   who cuz born on Christmas christened Noel

accompanied with lady and the tramp 
no major plans did we need to revamp
and upon arrival at destination 
   received good house keeping stamp

of approval to begin playing an all time favorite
pass time (with rules adapted as needed) to hit
a high score, when at some impromptu moment lit
an unseen spark, then after determining 
   who would go first, (while whirling in a small orbit)
now both of us far to involved to quit

we applied “rock”, “paper”, and “scissors” 
   and commenced our aim
which entailed (either me or shari) 
   to choose other than our own class picture to claim
for the other sibling to identify the correct name

though thru countless repetitions, the novelty did not get bland
a minor bit of concentration each of us did politely demand
of student (or teacher), whatever kid our index finder did land

number of iterations continued, how many...oh brother,
sans gesticulating rigmarole without asking mother
father, nor eldest sister, 'til eventually every girl and boy 
   (from respective grade including the other)

accurately identified, than back to the future we went
after what seemed like an eternity spent
revisiting nostalgic day of yesteryear, 
when upon arrival to the heron now birds-eye view
our bodies morphed aging at warp speed 
thomas sister this yawping crotchety old fogey gent.
Form: Rhyme


Virtual Trophies Wife For I

Virtual trophies (wife for I)... 

offered, husbanded, and collected 
when winning solitaire
Nothing beats that exaltant rush of adrenaline
watching the computer generated cards
automatically routed 
to their respective suite (spot)
(after they get turned face value up)
generates countenance to evince a grin.

This heart felt diamond in the rough
gamboling ace of a man
learned to call a spade a spade
soon after joining the culture club.

Within an alternate universe
another Matthew Scott Harris
destiny manifested beckoned uber lyft,
his militant doppelganger
(created entirely of antimatter
since birth of universe)
decked out in camouflage fatigues,
dead set on collision course
to annihilate each other
if and/or when we inevitably meet.

No place exists for yours truly
to run and hide
especially hermetically sealing
(while waxing poetic) himself
with booking selfsame mortal
within a read (reed) out hideaway,
hence impossible mission
to ward off sealed fate

lest (markedly) both of us
(even if reaching out
to bridge reconciliation)
blown to smithereens
methinks I and mine nemesis
would be wiped out
(cue the Surfaris song titled wipe out)
as if Thanos snapped.

The aforementioned scenario
far more horrifying than
livingsocial within human zoo
where *****sapiens primates,
an aggregate of many 
a cruel genealogical yahoo
outliers rowdy unlearned without xue,
an essential constituent
of the body electric kool aid acid test
smartass who spout colorful retorts
analogous to up the wazoo,

but much more explicit,
therefore audiological
viewer discretion advised
unless one feels confident
to cast a magic spell using voodoo
ideally invoking debilitating, horrifying,
lustrating newt trill eye zing
permanent state of danger
or threat accursed
trumpeting lout can never undo
especially when joker is wild

whereat apparatus tricked out
fastening pollexes courtesy thumbscrews
perchance re-evaluating my person
when crafting image
conveying torturous schlock
after ye did pleasantly review
other writings of mine that did skews
toward humanitarian connectedness
painstakingly minding my peas and queues
wracking my brain
regarding creativity to peruse.
Form: Rhyme

Highland Manor Coveted Hideaway

Temporary salient sunny solitary sight
does dole divine delight,
asper this dada to imbibe
delicious draught when uptight
fraught, viz sunkist radiant photons

packets of energy with
life giving hefty might
to warm formerly frost bitten cockles,
which secluded niche bracketed by slight
recess, where perpendicular brick walls

converge, forming mini refuge
beckoning tours ruly forthright,
this solitary scribe savored moment
of peace simply lollygagging excite,

hence lawn chair and reading material,
I did not schlep in vain,
cuz the others didst ordain
to succumb, resign,
and quit living sadness quite plain

(reed depressed churly
elderly lonely, utterly bane
residents), each whose private engineer
within their respective uber driver trundled
each individual along nostalgic train

on this pitch perfect in the main
spring day, they nebulously,
melancholically, and lethargically lain
abed flipping remote go'n channel
surfing and fishing, or

time age faded memories raised cane,
now offer bitter cold comfort,
where grievous frostbitten former halcyon salad
days of yore elapsed replaced with mundane
decades analogously pain

full as chilblain
exhibiting feeble gumption to live
dogged effort to die dost drain
ability (to bow out, i.e.
waiting for Godot)
each oldster fragile as porcelain

curmudgeon cast as deadened thespian
while days of their lives issue sad quatrain
rewind/replay within cobwebbed brain,
one despairing luxury of escape
afforded by venturing via imagination
to join deceased family,
where eternal happiness doth never wane.

Slamming the Super-Duper-Soupers

you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it 
deep inside of me 
where no one else can see
i mean its perfect
not like this shift 
it's elegant, poignant, 
simplistic, bueatful 
trucking perfect
its not erotic 
but i read it
mentally masterbate to it 
a euphoric chorus 
straight form thesaurus
its just that great
im not being egotistical 
if read, it would become universal 
a meter tethered in clasical measure 
a rythmic flow
with many metaphoric undertows
an iconic harmonic tonic 
to make you feel like an embryonic hedonic youth 
im not being napoleonic
its an actual truth 
factually accurate
high in heaven
it produced a tear in the eye of god
who proclaimed 
not a single flaw
not a single flaw 
and he only saw what i wrote
well, because hes god 
me being me i like to tease 
allow me to be inclined to share a few lines 
blow your mind 
redefine your collective defective perspective
realign your ineffective respective connective tisue

"all my cows milk is homogenized 
all my crows are well organized
all my sheep like to stare and creep 
like to stare and creep"

but you'll never see 
the rest of my secret poetry 
that only exsist inside of me 
cows will always moo
crows will always ka kah 
sheep will always go baah baah baah 
and the perfect elagance 
of my literary inteligence 
will die with me 
never being seen 
qouted, memorised or plagerized 
as i will say with my last gasp 
the next line being twice my last
all you super-duper-soupers can kiss my ***


ok all you super-duper-soupers have been slammed. if you want to slam me back just a few things. make it funny. make it a little nonsensical and definitly make it over the top
and if you do slam me back send me a soup mail or leave a comment so i can go read your slam.
© Nathan D.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rubaiyat

Premium Member End of War

         End of  War 

             ‘Everything fair in Love and War ‘ Is it ?
.             WAR itself is the most condemned action :
               Every human being must have to admit.
              War leads to miseries and destruction.
          
              Individuals, countries or races
              come in conflict on reasons various,
              resulting war in different places
              on respective grudge, being furious.
    
            Prey-predator clash in animal world.
            Strong species slaying weak ones merciless.
            Primitive Instinct: FIGHT is the only word.
           Nature acts cruel showing no kindness.   
     
            What are the desires of human beings,
            being best products of evolution,
            Certainly world wide peace to bring
            through right progress of civilisation.
            
              Only religion ‘ Humanity’
               to follow by every human being,
              basic concept ! That’s the priority.
             The first approach to remove sufferings.

            All Human beings are birds of same feather
             and ‘Freedom’ is the fundamental right.
              We ! Global citizens ! Sisters - Brothers.
              Neither to overpower nor to fight.

             Prime aim of  Human Civilisation 
             must have roots on ground of Humanity,
            neither based on race nor religion.
            Hope to stop War, yot no certainty.
Form: Rhyme

The Hippomouth Feeling

never been here before
driving with the hippomouth feeling
i am starving and hungry for more
24 hours can be so cruel at times
however it's okay because we worked our behinds off to get here
we are in our respective modes of "where i don't care"
when we get back to the luxury oceanfront condo, we each kiss the itinerary 
tomorrow will be equally fulfilling
we pray once again for protection, positivity, safety, and good health
we thank Him once again for Every Blessing Bestowed upon us
we then begin the daunting task of recovering from the hippomouth feeling
however we decide that it is simply no use
the whole of the experience keeps us locked there till possible lockjaw and pulls us back in like reluctant godfathers
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

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