Long Stymie Poems
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Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning.
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and dim
do not
rhyme!
Rules
are made
to askew
and be broken:
double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing
Defending contests fiercely --- gibbeting.
Breaking your head
to conform
to design,
rhyme.
Puns,
blasé
efforts, but
double entendres,
sexual innuendo in your face.
As some scribbling can at times be quite base,
persecution
should never
stymie
flow.
*a double dactyl: /**|/**
flibbertigibbet: (n) a frivolous, flighty, or excessively talkative person.
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FUN FACT
Euclid of Alexandria (Mid-4th century BC—Mid-3rd century BC), the great Classical mathematician, believed that the numbers 1, 2, 3 & 4 must have some mystical significance because their sum total is 10—ten was thought to be a number of power. He called this relationship a tetractys.
Ray Stebbing based his poetic form, Tetractys, on this. No spaces between each stanza and the poem is presented in line with the left-hand margin (or it might be centred) - either way, it would visually give the design of a triangle.
Written: June 09, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest
“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Let his eyes, his hug, and his grasp
convey what his mouth fears to say
His mother keeps an eye on her kid
In his first winter, he caught a lot of sun —
and watched the dust and air
Getting to the crib by horseback
Silence —
Through the susurrus sound stream
coruscating crimson spills subdue
whilst words whipped wassail
deep within a stymie pirouette
speaking in scarce slave silence
twisting mental sinews —
wrestle within a tight wooden link
In the recesses of a soft tongue
There is silence and no vitality
spewed utterances induce shame
letting souls bleed silently
Then, fear and doubt percolate.
Silence —
Endless streams of ingots land down
umpteen, rejuvenating, and dewy
signs of trust, optimism, and passion
Innuendo arty souls, albeit poetic syntax
hamstringing people with an arrow —
words convey verisimilitude vacuum
life thrives inside the one with insight
his devotion expands spreading apace
peaceful and fulfilling, ethical goals
erase worries, tears, and years.
Silence —
Lost in a celestial room, in a dream
flicker of fleeting rage
frightening fetching to fall in fetters
unexpected cacophony of sounds.
a wail escaped —
at the beckoning of serenity,
words gushed out forcefully
as if through a sluice
a stunning orchestral serve
was launched —
wonderful whirlpool
of seraphic wispy whims.
Silence —
He broke beyond obmutescence bounds
effortlessly eradicating despondency
and invigorating the once-quiet abyss
silence akin to a servant's shroud
have the courage to voice our opinions
exude confidence and vim
disrupt the enchantment
soak up the language —
let your tongue reflect and respond.
an inner whirlwind.
Silence —
Quiddity of nature resides within
the wreath of gloomy academia
such my final words, pulchritude
words with plumose wings
branch stretching —
whittle vine from the brittle barks
alpine brightness, as speckled embers
as pogonip laden its lair
moments before the kiss perches
snow covered it under Winter —
and forgetfulness blurs my dreams.
Silence —
Form: Alliteration
A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of my time
g Tiberius is my tag and title
My nom de plume is a personal platitude personified
Better *****es badger me with their bared bosoms
A curious cacophony controls my cochlea
Demanding drugs and daffodils
Eventually ephemeral earth will evince my effervescence
Freakin' phantom fear will appear
Had enough, Harry?
Or do you just ejaculate jocularity?
O K - I'll specially spare you the shroud of St. Sebastien
And say Adios, amigo; ta ta to you, see ya, Zebra; good-by, sweety-pie
So long saintly Samuel, take care, Virginia Dare
And that's the way it is, my miz
Amen and au-revoire.
First sky says, Toth faced the reptiles
Just go back and read the tiles
Forever written laid before your eye
The story goes on for miles
Forward to the time of the snake
This is when the story becomes fake
See eye becomes quicker than hand
Now then thee earth really did shake
Ushering the coming of a lamb
This was the time of the Ram
The establishing of the law
A dividing between you and Sam
Now jumping to the time of the fish
The next step in answering your wish
Love each other as you love yourself
Soon they will arise in dish
Heard from the cry of the guns
Entered we have the time of the one
Whosoever can hear me and see me will
Hit the game winning home run grand slam
Though no advocate of radical mass stick tummy,
there must needs be
some nonviolent modus operandi and/or
modus vivendi spelling abandonment,
whereby two party bicameral political
system in United States buzzfeed ding,
sans avarice, greed, nepotism... abasement
of sacrosanct principles enshrined in Constitution,
and Declaration of Independence clamor
for immediate attention to weedout,
uproot, stymie... crass, baseles, abhorrent...
exploitation of egregious abuse of power,
particularly of abolishment
vitiating sacred inalienable rights
vaingloriously, mercilessly, diffiantly...
killing (albeit courtesy of skulduggery),
hence requiring abortifacient
to terminate unfair fallout upon heads
(shoulders, knees, and toes)
of middle and lower class
countrymen/women nonabsorbent
to the countless injurious infractions
to manny innocent individuals
forcing vast majority of population
to become abstinent
asper the inherent abstract treasured gems
of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
which once fledgling lucky accident
embarked upon by thirteen original
colonies bestowed opportunities
for migrants one and all to exalt
(amidst setbacks) many an accomplishment
unattainable in their (not so secure)
homeland when avast mecca of pristine
sea and sky invited fiercely
enterprising pioneers accouterment
to be plucked from the land, unfortunately
at mercy of indigenous people
(an unpardonable genocide), which blood,
sweat and tears allowed accruement
justly deserved personal,
or colonial achievement
Germ of essence.
Human blob.
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking family of a kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone!
Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac sign.
Propagating genus wild and free yet stillborn.
Wet nurse in a pregnant phase but still a child at hearth or so it seems.
Meadow grazing Macropod fazes antipodean observer all the while.
New arrival signage whose laboured footprint chills on every impact.
Courier from catacombs, fateful torch aloft, flambeau at a glance where toddlers cheer, sonnet form heraldry ablaze with kindling verse.
Human destination thread that spins a hopeful tale.
Cave of legends halting site persevered by household zeal.
Stalagmite, stalactite, granite grey day gulag’s natal spasm.
Troglodyte who once did tramp upon a uterine tunnel trading in survival for relief.
Embryonic creeper stuck on dry wall canvas.
Border crossing cradle cordons off a check point, never mind the cost or inconvenience.
Acorn random toss, mighty oak seed trap between a leaf and fallen log.
Flower pollen stigma,
never seen as shameful to the fertile mind.
Tree of life penumbra casts a limelight shade.
Concepts pulse the mind like nascent parabolic kites that stymie outcome.
Genesis of brainwave.....
nurtured by insightful minds and marble carver tomes.
Olympic status offspring, budding Einstein player on the ball.
Thought, the inner urchin magnet probing deep inside magenta labyrinths.
Wheel of fortune‘s mumsy shadow
ova.
Masterful philosophy storing foetal logic on some growth cell’s wellspring fountain.
Infant augur embers fan their winter flame regardless.
Birthright , birthstone,
birth pang, the reproductive organs of infinity whose algebraic series has no final chapter scheduled.
Feeling Blessed & Highly Favored
Written: by Miracle Man
3:30 AM 3-13-2019
Some days, I imagine myself an island,
Set in a sea of distress.
Or a soda that's lost it's fizz,
Lacking carbonation to make me bubble.
The most instinctive reaction to adversity,
Is to whine, plead, and affix blame.
I frequently remind myself, that God,
Doesn't allow trials in my life without purpose.
It's when I don't allow HIM to work through my situation,
That Satan, uses his tool of discouragement,
To stymie my witness.
Forgive me Lord when I whine,
Please forgive me when I whine.
Tom
We're wired to want everything instantly -- even God's response to prayer!
Tom
"Put on the dauntless spirit of resolution" William Shakespeare
My passion arouses the pulsing of my heart.
My identity fearlessly embarks toward the start.
The confidence I muster surges dauntless of fear.
Embracing the boldness with a deafening cheer.
Greatness seethes within me, once held in store.
I will borrow courage from crusaders gone before.
All timid vibes that languished holding me at bay.
Have been hardened by an inner strength I portray.
If wrong erupts never more will there be silence.
An inner rage stopping short only at violence.
Without question with an all consuming power.
In honor of right, all hurtful deeds I will devour.
Injustice is rife, as some have no care for right.
My relentless spirit engages the courage to fight.
Without exemption my feelings wont subside.
I fearlessly speak for the down trodden with pride.
Fortitude to grasp the bull’s horns to mesmerize.
Fearlessly have the bravery to stare into its eyes.
Being the weaker gender is now just a myth.
Fertile conviction and diligence I am always with.
No bragging of honor, valor or victory is needed.
My compassion and purity is infrequently heeded.
I advance with the strength to stymie the foe.
Estimate from where I come, but see where I go.
Many of us in history have been dauntless in spirit.
I stand on my soap box and exclaim so you hear it.
A forthright attack on evil, with no hesitation.
Being submissive with piety were once my station.
A powerful flame within me has been ignited.
No longer a shrinking violet will ever be sighted.
Determination to expose injustice and right a wrong.
No need for an army or a masculine throng.
I have the will to succeed, fortitude to be bold,
Yet cruelty and vengeance I will withhold.
Victory shall ensue and transcend to a solution.
I will imbibe the dauntless spirit of resolution.
The world is filled with wackos;
How horrible and sick
To plant some bombs and walk away –
What makes such people tick?
What satisfaction can be gained
By knowing you’ve destroyed
So many lives? A question
That would even stymie Freud.
A joyous day, the marathon;
For Boston, it’s supreme –
The runners at the finish line
In constant steady stream…
Then boom! A bomb explodes,
A second following behind,
To permanently shatter
Everybody’s peace of mind.
We watch the images repeat
And just like J.F.K.
Or 9/11, we get hooked
And cannot look away.
I guess the bomber’s purpose, then,
Like those who’ve gone before,
Is playing puppet master –
Only that and nothing more.
But people aren’t puppets
So if evil’s got the strings,
There’s no end to the heartache
That his awful action brings.
I have tied the knot
with someone new:
he who wooed his way
to the world recreated
inside my wishful eyes
Once again I live in a
Sweet Home where windows
are shut and I bear the
privilege to run the show
I am married to another
sparkling tale, a sudden vow
gleaned from the years of
my sappy writing
It's more like I script I
relish crafting and a feeling
I find engaging, named after
a boy that fits my happy ending
With his voice more euphonic
than any music in the background,
and his smile can stymie any churlish
sound, my current favorite record,
partially a luxury I can afford
Because I forged a special role for him
and I've made a movie star out of myself
in this dream, a convenient storytelling
to ascertain that Love Doesn't Hurt
albeit the echoes of my breaking
-Nicola An
Purpose
By: Miracle Man
January 3, 2022
While floating through life, void of any calling,
each wakening day saw descent grow faster.
A hand reached down that could stymie my falling,
I then discovered the hand of the Master.
Since that glorious day things are not the same,
no longer I'm drifting through life without cause.
Now I'll never stop praising God's Holy name,
Cancer had my attention and made me pause.
Jesus said come forth from where sin has you bound,
I'll make your life's straits no longer seem so dire.
You won’t let Satan be able to confound,
Jesus used health to set my fields on fire.