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For years, I heard the sound of applause.
Audiences cheering loudly.
In silence, I hear the audience of myself.
A sea of versions, shouting proudly.
I feel the judgement of the crowd,
They've seen me perform before.
The new routine didn't stick as well,
The panel of experts were unsure.
"She's not used this song before,"
"It's too unique of a mix."
"Those moves don't fit the genre..."
"On the scorecard this won't stick."
I'd never seen this me before either,
Performing now makes me trip.
If I was the panel and the audience,
And also the star of the show...
Would I fit their boxes blindly?
Or be brave and give them what I know.
Shouldn't I give them a showcase?
A combination of all of me.
Screw the genres and the boxes,
Rip up the scorecard on stage freely.
Stick up the finger at the judgement,
Because I'd been hard enough on myself.
Step outside the guidelines with pride,
The audience acknowledging my wealth...
Of knowledge and courage,
Genres created out of the blue.
No way to score this one,
Too good to dismiss and better than the top few.
The audience hugs me outside,
The experts meet me too.
They couldn't give me the trophy,
A bite too big to chew.
While I lost the competition,
I won the applause.
An outstanding performance.
That broke all of the laws.
THEY WISHED TO HAVE
FUN AND THOUGHT A PARTY
WOULD BE THE BEST WAY,
( AND CHEAPEST) TO
HAVE HER SON'S BIRTHDAY
PARTY, HER FREINDS
ENGAGMENT PARTY
AND HER OWN
BIRTHDAY PARTY.
aLL IN ONE, WOULD
ALLOW THE WHOLE
BUNCH TO DO-IT
AT ONE TIME.
SHE NEVER LIKED PARTIES,
REMINDED HER
HAVING TO EXPLAIN TO A
LARGE CROWD OF PEOPLE
THE RULES OF GATHERING,
SHE ASKED IN WRITTING
ALL INVOLVED TO
BE ON THEIR BEST BEHAVIOR.
SHE KNOW THAT A CERTAIN BUNCH OF
WOMEN WOULD DO SOMETHING TO RILE
THE NERVES OF SIR QUIBBLE. SINCE
NO ONE SPOKE AGAINST THESE
WOMENS METTLING, THEY
THOUGHT IT WAS RIGHT FOR THEM TO
CREATE SITUATIONS WERE THEY WOULD
BE SEEN AS OVERPOWERED
AND THE " FAIR LE SAY" I LATTER
LEARNED IT MEANT
"THE SWEET LITTLE TROUBLED WOMAN".
THAT SOME OF THESE MEN WERE SEQUACIOUS
AND LACKED TRUST BETWEEN ONE ANOTHER
THEY OFTEN LABELED THOSE WHO COULDN'T
FIND WOMAN TO MARRY AND PROCREATE WITH
AS "BLACKHAT HUSY LIKERS" AND THOSE WHO
COULD FIND WOMAN AND WERE
WELL LIKED BY LADIES AS " WHITE HAT DOERS"
WHEN ONE WOMAN READ THE LIST OF PEOPLE
INVITED TO THE PARTY, SHE SPOKE THE FELLA'S
NAME AND SAID, SATURADAY mARCH 12,
IS BLACK HAT SUNDAY, A DAY THAT WHORES
HAVE WAY, THESE MEN SHALL
FIND COUPLING EASIER AND MORE ENJOYABLE.
WE THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT UNTIL
DAY OFF THE PARTY,
SHE CAME IN WITH A BEAUTIFUL GOWN,
THAN SHE SAID LOOK
AND WE DID AND SHE LIFTED HER GOWN
TO REVEAL HER KNICKERS
SHE SAID...
"THESE MEN LACK
THE INTELLEGENCE OF
KNOWING A WOMAN, A WOMAN
WITH ROOTS IN GOSSIP CIRCLES
THESE FOOLS NEED TO BE
AROUND A CHICK THAT'S
GOT IT GOING ON "
SHE CAME ON THE BACK OF A PICK-UP TRUCK
WITH MEMBERS OF THE ORCHEASTRA
SHE TOLD ONE LADY, IF I'M PREGANT
I'M GONNA NAME MY CHILD RADIOWAVE
CAUSE MUSIC WASN'T THE ONLY
THING INVISIBLE LAST NIGHT.
WHEN THE FELLA WIFE FINDS OUT
I GUESS WE GONNA IGHT OR SOMETHING
SHE TOLD US THE FUN STARTS WHEN THE
LAST MAN GET'S HIS,
I GUESS THEY PUT THE CONDUCTER IN THE BACK!
FROM PART ONE OF "USALLY FROM PRIVILEGED"
THE STORY OF "THE SEACITY WHORE" A STORY
ABOUT A WOMAN WHO BECAME WEALTHY
WHEN INVENTING THE CAN SHAPED
APPERATUSS ON D. W. NEWTON'S TIMEMACHINE.
FICTION 1934, NEW YORK, NEW YORK,
COPYRIGHT USE WITH PERMISSION
THE STORY INSPIRED THE SONG "DISK CORE RAIN"
FROM THE STAGE PRODUCTION "
"COMFORTS AND COMPANIONSHIP"
while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank
key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank
with muss elf feeling prick
sans figurative or real shaft shank
quite the opposite with wife acidly rank
she frequently pulls my hair as childish prank
knowing full well that action turns my mood sour as a crank
I would escape, but no money in the piggy bank.
Other times, her karma roars into tempest with rage
lashing out like a half-crazed maniac loosed upon global stage
on account of silent battles we regularly wage.
I admit my own fair share of peculiar traits
which only to private confidences t'will now relate
keep on the q-t lest spouse doth berate.
Chief among these oddities comprise
lower gastrointestinal perturbations issuing from the ass
which prompt innumerable outbursts of gas
Ranging from quiet puff to a noisy, windy pass.
After usage of toilet with a bowel movement
large enough to sink a sub
wash rectal residue from my behind
with a hose attached to the tub.
This couple resembles Frankenstein
and his bride – argh what a pair
she taunts when i shower, clean the rest of my body including hair
dry follicles shaking head back & forth side-to-side through the air.
There you now know foibles and unusual personal ways
uttering that such antics how she plays
like netted in a one-man fraternity undergoing constant haze
pelting this poor soul with scraps of food, she flays
until these covered with thick pasty gloppy glaze as verboten entrees
Now laugh till you fall over and remain in stitches for days.
Shapes, colors, and surfaces have long nature shone.
Anthocyanin in plant sap gives blossoms their tone.
All tones in the universe bear upon humankind.
Waves and waterfalls etched them and mixed their shade.
Convey the can as you scale the stage.
Time-frozen iconographies suggest a swage.
Plenty of vivid glass catches the glow.
Irate particles romp on men's mental stow.
The reflection turns into a textual kaleidoscope.
Colored focal points require fewer scopes.
An orchestra of renovated wedded couples.
Flawless faith, hopeful person sees are ambles.
Portrayed as intelligent, smooth, and vesicated
Heartfelt, tribute, neologisms, and undefeated
Breeze, arthropods, tomorrow existence.
Immortal, everlasting, fluid, and uniqueness.
I cross the means no less than six times each day.
Shading hidden by business has changed our stay.
Medication and nutritious food scoundrels sell in the media.
Helping and executing purchaser lunacy mania.
A softness showed two similar views, one on each side.
The right eye sees truth while the left sees hatred.
Genius is connecting light shards social joy and bliss
He was imprisoned in an application's abyss.
Intriguing gizmos enrapture an expansive client base.
Fresh iOS and Android pimps are joining the robot race.
Expertise has supplanted skill in this serene stream
Rough labor, uniqueness, and prior heresy are extreme.
All these are linked to the hues glass and kaleidoscope.
Vision has shifted as a result of the modernity slope.
A lively soul distinguishes a plasma from a flower.
Portray our creation with the original god's power.
Written: August 20, 2021
August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Kaleidoscope Poetry Contest
Judged : August 23, 2021
Smiling sultrily, he
Struts, a tattooed Elvis,
Seducing us with song.
Springing from the stage, he
Sweeps us into frenzy.
Success seems sure when it
Sounds like “J.D. Fortune.”
(I first heard of this sexy Canadian singer in 2005 when I watched
him win the CBS reality show: Rock Star INXS. He was then a member of
INXS on and off for several years. Previous to his win, he had actually
been an Elvis impersonator and I've only recently read this AFTER writing this poem!)
check him out singing his famous song Pretty Vegas with Dave Navarro: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4kJhQJqr7U
Written 4/25 by andrea dietrich
for the Let's Pleiades Contest of nette onclaud: theme - Masquerade
From Birth to Hearse
‘Tis said that we are sinners - all
before we ever rise - we fall.
Is there no way to beat the curse
that follows us - from birth - to hearse?
For we are bathed in living’s dreams
darkened halls with violet themes,
the orange maw of changelings hue
transfiguring through greens – to blue,
windblown brushstroke-fashioned clouds
move about in eerie shrouds
opalescent shifting reds
glistening through tartan threads.
Witness, as in the timeless nest,
the crimson golds of sunrise – set,
cling to horizon’s blue-edged lie
that colors – separate - the sky.
Distorted by the muted browns
the shifting dunes of opal gowns
flowing in chimeral white
across the darkened stage - of sight.
‘Tis said we are and will be dust
colors changed by living’s touch,
beauty that reversed the curse
that follows us - from birth – to hearse.
8/1/2014
For Charlotte Puddifoot
Vibrant Verse 2 poetry contest
R.I.P JUNIOR POPE
~~~~~~~~~
In sombre silence & mournful melody,
A threnody for one who passed on sadly,
Who lost his life without a life jacket,
Crashed without precaution on a speedboat.4
We pour a drink for a dream drenched in death
Frail fragrance of a sojourned soul loses strength.
Nollywood's noble, Junior Odonwodo Pope,
A shining star silenced, sadly stripped of his scope.8
Anonymous whispers of woe, warning winds did blow,
March 2nd marked the premonition's dreadful shadow show.
March's mournful melody mocks his mortal march,
Making many mouths murmur so much.¹²
Acting admirably, Anonymous's alarm is amply announced.
As Pope's hopes drop, the ability to live denounced.¹4
Cautioning the boat rider like a fellow bro,
His spirit knew what his mind didn't know.
April 11th, a prey of death was dealt a death blow,
Sowing hard work, he reaped death's hard luck,
While boat cruising off set, in slip sec, death struck.¹?
Solmen sorrowful song surrounds the silent stage,
Junior's jubilant jests gone, setting sun on his age.
Mourning fans murmur, memories merging with mist,
All actors, actresses & artists agitate,
Marvellous moments now memories, sorely missed.²4
Echoes of excellence extinguished too soon,
The Anonymous augured this darkening doom.
Pope's journey concludes, curtains cascade in quietly,
His legacy lingers in love, loss, and slightly.²8
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?April 2024.
Hippy Drug Dealer, my anger’s on fire,
Did you think I’d stand by
While you stoked that pyre?
That lazy grin and Pot smoke lies,
Took her heart and left mine to die.
Chuckle Head Chad from Lawton low,
Did you think I didn’t see your little show?
I see your face, do you see my pain,
Now for the rest of you Eskimo brothers,
You all share his shame.
Is there anyone in Chick-ah-shay who’s clean?
Who hasn’t crossed the line,
And tore apart my dreams,
Every whispered secret, every fragile night,
You’re in my shadow, hiding from the light.
Tire Changer nods, like it’s some cruel game,
Each confession cuts deeper, fanning the flames,
Homeless Man, Ah... once? Only once you say?
Just for a moment; like phucking a mangy stray?
Tommy the Methhead — keep your story tight,
You didn’t sleep? Was it standing upright?
In the street, on a park bench, easy to pretend,
But every day I see you, will it ever end?
I’m rising like a storm, brewing up a rage,
Played her like you were all on **** Hub’s stage,
I’ll track you down, every single last one of you
Crossing the line, how much lower must I mine?
Is there anyone in Chick-ah-shay who’s clean?
You all crossed a line, destroyed all my dreams,
Every whispered secret, every fragile night,
You all hid in shadows, hiding from the light.
Now I stalk the streets, fueled by pain,
Turning over rocks, every name a stain,
Fire of my rage is burning through,
In this town of shame, I’ll get around to you.
butterflies form a kaleidoscope of myths
boon or bad luck, depends on your own pick
their metamorphosis from crawlers to flyers
may be magical; each stage giving us a trick.
caterpillars seem to be crooked creatures,
busy measuring branches with their hairy legs
seemingly plotting, trying to cheat poachers
while eating and nibbling at the leaf pegs.
cocoons portray a ‘potential’ to transform
despite being introverts and kept in hiding
they also symbolize strength and protection
and butterflies glorify earth’s fertility tiding.
arousing jealousy of the goddess Venus
Psyche, a beauty, a butterfly, a fairy soul
romanced the god Eros in a valley of flowers
and underwent pain before achieving her goal.
a night butterfly attracted by the flame
has to get burnt in it to become immortal
reflecting on the trials that must be endured
before knowing the joys of crossing the portal.
a butterfly seen as an emblem of soul
is closely related to the Morning Star
whose existence in the day symbolizes
life of soul even after death without a scar.
hordes of southward migrating butterflies
signal that cold weather is fast approaching
a butterfly is also seen to be a messenger of rain
helps nature’s beauty in spreading and broaching.
Date:18.5.2016
All through the years
The crying in the night
All through the tears
You were my shining light
Those first steps of walking
Stumbling and falling
Those first words of talking
To you I turned calling
Waking from the nightmares
Sick in bed and on the floor
Grazed knees and brand new scars
Your arms were always an open door
The terror of my first day
How I didn't want to let go
As I heard you softly say
It'll be okay, and it was just so
And when my first love came
Then in a flash it was gone
You said they're not all the same
You gave me strength to carry on
All through the teen years
Oh how I gave you hell
But most were joyful tears
And it turned out well
Through heartbreak and joy
My childhood days were done
Innocence had gone away
My life without you had just begun
And when true love came at last
You stood right by my side
I made you gran with my first
Oh how you beamed with pride
And when my little one tumbled and fell
Then my eye filled with a tear
I knew how you had loved me as well
My baby had nothing to fear
And with those first words
You shared my happiness
I saw in your eyes those worlds
The memories turned to sadness
I saw the ages in your face
The lines not there before
Your body could not keep the pace
Not so strong any more
Yet you were still beautiful
As you ever had been
Yet eyes shown fearful
Of days not yet seen
Weakened by age
I saw you stay strong
Till the very last stage
And your time was not long
As you stumbled and fell
With tears I held your hand
I knew you were not well
And now it was I, to help you stand
And with those last words
I watched you slip away
Broken is my world
I wish you would stay
All through those years
I'm still crying in the night
All through the tears
You're still my shining light