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LAURELS TO GREEN.
Mum has prepared an avacado jam,
green tints in chroma highlight the campus,
a stoll dyed in artichoke green is on my shoulder,
gala time with friends in green,we hang around in green,
Myrtle plants rejoice..Yeah! festive time,St Patricks Day,
Spring ,my guest has arrived,
glad tidings it has brought,lets rejuvenate,
start afresh,green a prime shade,
from which loveliness springs,
buoyancy seeps in and offers us wings,
dense green is the lung of our land,
purifies air,facilitates growth,
replenishes,calms mind,body and soul,
Green is a community that feeds,
flies,birds,animals,humans....
Lets not be greedy,cherish its right hand
and chop off the left,
let us get eco friendly like green,
Mother Nature deserves the attention,
care,and respect,lets not wound
the amour propre of Green.
LATEST
Lets celebrate St Patricks day,green is everywhere,
Green tints,myrtle plants are in company there,
All roam around in green in the campus,
Fresh artichoke shaded scarf waves like that of a cactus,
Glad tidings have come,lets have fun,
Spring chirps with loveliness and spins,
Its buoyancy enables us to go ahead,
Air is more pure, calms mind instead,
Thick green soothens our lungs,
Replenishes mind,body,soul and comes,
The community of green provides,
Food to birds,animals,humans tied,
Eco friendly green needs care in return,
Forever green should have its sojourn,
We shouldnt be mean in needs,
Preserve in its wholeness with seeds,
Don't give a scar to lovely green,
Its beauty to us is evergreen.
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27/10/2016.
P.S. Artichoke is raw uncooked green pulp.
Contest:Get your green on.
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19 March 2016.
L oving - and safe in your mountain air
O how it feels -, lifted high above
V anity disappears - with a love so rare
I n the apex of loving strength - thereof
N aturally cleaving to your arms - with care
G iving myself to your towering love
S afe within your protecting love
O the feeling of love - in the open air
U nderstanding - how much you really care
L oving - the way I am cradled above
S afe in your arms and protected thereof
now finding a man such as you is so rare
Two souls locked together, uncommonly rare
High above the weather, locked in our love
Lost in your peaks and your strength thereof
Fill my soul with you as my lungs with air
You’ve lifted me high and so far above
In your strong arms, I am locked in your care
No one can harm me, I don’t have a care
For a mountain of strength is O so rare
Of all the land that you tower above
I rest in your arms, your mountain of love
Your strength and protection, your manly air
Has given me purpose to serve you thereof
If the meaning of love is clear thereof
Content I rest on your pinnacle of care
The breath of your love in the mountain air
As a man like you is extremely rare
So I’ll keep and serve you in all my love
As you are my master and high above
So I sit on your apex high above
Tending your needs as your woman thereof
I give you my soul and undying love
And I come to be taken into your care
Love like ours is hard to find so uncommonly rare
Please hold me close, I will stay in your mountain air
I’ll live in your mountain air and stay with you above
The bond we found is rare yet we have thereof
Give to me your care and I pledge to you my love
Author notes
This poem is constructed in three forms: acrostic, sestina, and rictameter
To Raychel, I got your letter
Thank you very much
You make me so happy when I talk to you
Or read your letters
Three years in prison
And a lifetime of running
Finally it stopped
But kept us all gunning
To Raychel,
I think to myself what is she is up to
Then I say,
I know she is thinking of the one and only me
The promises of a life time
When you’re locked on the inside, hiding from the out
Three years you’ve promised
What’s that all about?
Oh, By the way!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m the luckiest man in the world
To have a daughter like you
Three years gone
Where are you now
I’ve begged, cried, and smiled
It shouldn’t matter how
In the whole world
You can replace money
But you can never replace love
And love is what we have here
Yet Money spent our family
Faster than we could spend it
Money was the problem
Greed made us split
To my little Raychel
I bet you’re happy
One day we will be back together
And that will be the happiest day of my life
Nowhere to be found
And back to your ways
I’ve called too many times
And waited 3,650 days
Just three years of letters
And those ten minute calls
That’s three years of letters
And what happened to it all?
Dearest Raychel,
Remember I’m here for you
Always no matter where I am,
I love you with all my heart
Forever,
Daddy Jim
Three years of letters
And where are they now?
No more promises
Or walls that think aloud
That’s ten years passed
You said you would be here
But back to your own ways
You’re nowhere near
Part 4 of my "Image" series..
Treacherous, back stabbing,
a troubled changeling.
no host, pure demoniacal.
Mit Wobet,
begins his vicious cycle.
Monica Mcmichael,
high spirited,
humble.
She stumbles upon
this pretty man,
smooth, well educated
with a staff in his hand.
The foundation was set,
for Mr. Mit Wobet.
Mysteriously grand,
attentive to his commands.
lost within a series of dreams.
She seems to be free
But
limited within these dreams.
soon she will realize,
soon she will scream,
comatose, lifeless
now part of Mit Wobets'
supremely extreme regime.
abduction into this production by
Mit Wobet.
Sexually induced seduction,
chemically explosive mental eruption.
Held captive,
spent,
another mindless,
soulless pet.
All she does is wonder why.
why was she chosen?
who is this guy?
Why?
And what is the significance
of that awful crimson tie?
Come back for the conclusion "Random Thoughts *31* Double Acrostic to Rictameter.....
Jared Pickett
11/9/09
Asavvy1
HOLY SOUL NO BETRAYAL
Holy
Spirit sparkly
in sublime soul humbly,
emitting rays of peace, patience,
charity, kindness, goodness, tolerance,
gentleness, joy, faith, modesty,
self-control, chastity.
Perfect solely
Holy.
Honour
Your serene soul
No betrayal at all.
Immortal soul guides all along.
Have confidence to proceed being strong.
Have faith: Soul will never mislead
Lesson of soul to read.
That's will power
Honour
12/01/2019
Soul Betrayal
Contest by Unseeking Seeker
twenty
souls deep within
freedom stolen from them
shackled and chained, so inhumane
no English to speak, no one understands
their only wish to go back home
treated like animals
they are now caged
twenty
hundreds
suffer same fate
in bowels of ships they wait
placed on blocks and sold like cattle
children separated from their mothers
possessions they've become
lives not their own
hundreds
thousands
would make the trip
destinations unknown
to plantations with cotton fields
many lifetimes they would be chained and owned
some try to escape to freedom
their skin records the pain
our shame to bear
thousands
millions
of descendants
now ask the reason why
mans cruelty to man astounding
the whole world watched in silent agreement
as so many suffered and died
prejudice left to grow
wind blows the seeds
millions
defined
what is mans worth?
how is it determined?
by the blue of his shining eyes
or the color wheat in his flaxen hair
is not great worth his heart and soul
not the color of skin
goodness within
defined
Inside the pot of the poet
Is the soup to maw
Prepared of stew during dew
Fishes and beefs crave for
Survival off poet's mouth.
In the soup of the poet,
Ingredient abounds in the pot.
Rhyme pepper appears along Haiku
Epigram stewed Pastoral with Sonnet
Timed Iambic tangle freely with Free verse
Ode speak of Ballad with maggie of Tanka.
Couplet spill curry over Epic of Quatrain
Blank verse added onion to a Canzone
Tin tomatoes had Epithalamium stewed
Elegy took along a dry pepper to an Epitaph.
Carpe diem had groundnut oil gushing
Abc verse sprinkled Alliteration with a palm oil
It took Rictameter of locust beans for a Sestina
Salty Burlesque put smiles in a pot of Dirge
The soup was full of Limerick of Etheree.
Confusion of ingredients in the soup
The poet wilt more in dilemma
Which one of them do I maw?
For the soup of the poet is full.
Ayande Stephen.T
12.15pm
17th August 2006
Still on my way to Apagbon in Lagos on the behest of IPC
Chairman,Lanre Arogundade.
Specially packaged for www.poetrysoup.com for being a wonderful family.
Double Acrostic to Rictameter: The conclusion of my "Image" series
Mit Wobet...
*******Double Acrostic*******
Malicious magician, with a condescending
Intuition> smooth, alluring with
Tenacious passion.> supremely menacing.
Warden of your soul> life, his
Occupation> dedication in this role> a
Beast wrapped in human flesh, mingling.
Euphoria his weapon, seductive, spine
Tingling, demonic soldier.
*********Rictameter**********
******2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2*******
Demon,
hidden inside
complicating the mind.
****of kind, Monica McMichael.
that is when she wakes in the padded room,
breaking free of satans wrinkle.
******alone in real time.
still inside, her
Demon.
*******Free-verse*******
A voice emerges through the silence and gets louder with every second. Little bumps form
on her arms, chills shoot through her spine.. She looks in the mirror only to
find[reflecting back] a handsome man, a
smooth and charming guy..
dressed in black,
hair slicked back,
wearing a red bow tie...
Jared Pickett
11/10/09
Asavvy1
Mother
Mentor and friend
Heaven-sent, you my saint
The root of my roots, my deep land
Your traits ever I carry in my stand
From your very core I expand
Me suffices be proud
Of my dearest
Mother
˜˜˜˜
Mother
My painful truth
I learned not to whine
Just your sweet memory to prize
I hold you mum dear and even I smile
Aches lose essence in your presence
My heart but full of lumps
Yearning for you
Mother
(Double Rictameter)
August 28th, 2018
Exquisite Love:
Mesmerized by your every soft touch,
bringing forth exquisite feelings.
Each moment of bliss lingers,
enjoying your caress.
Warmth of our bodies
is so Divine,
heavenly,
we now
kiss.
Our love,
heated passion
escaping all of time.
We are lost within each other,
together bonded in our long embrace.
Have eyes only for each other.
Our minds communicate
without any words
Our Love
Love
has bound
us now and
eternally
together as one.
We are two souls now one.
We know of no beginning
and we cannot see any end.
This love, a gift from heaven above.
Steven Beesley (c) 2006-02-06
Nonet-Rictameter-Reverse Nonet:
Part 1 of poem - Nonet:
Consisting of 9 lines, 1st line has 9 syllables with subsequent line descending by 1 syllable.
Part 2 of poem - Rictameter:
Consisting of 9 lines, with the following syllable count 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2. The first line and last line of the Rictameter are the same.
Part 3 of poem: Reverse Nonet. Same as regular Nonet, but sequence of syllables is reversed.