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( Subtitle : Let the road end, let love linger )
Grapes and grandeur in the pink sun
We shared for our pleasure
The frost and fervor that we spun
Looked beyond erasure
Love and hate are too much ingrained
I know, in our apples
As the maples dropped off in pain
Paled the passion purple
How come our bubbles got so sick
Was our love just a lust
Or else how the wall grew so quick
Billowing mean distrust
Okay, let the wedded road end
Let us remain just friends
You go your way and me mine bend
With shared rains in our veins
Time releases both stink and scent
Dahlias we did love
Will wear off too the discontent
Clouds of love float above
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6 January 2017/Rhyme Scheme : abab
Syllable count : 8-6-8-6/Contest sponsor :
Nicola Byrne
A 3 Line Poem With Subtitles and An Explanation
Here is the subtitle part- “Love Hurts” (love it or leave it)
3 Line Poem
Love takes you higher than the sky to heaven
It drops you daintily onto a rainbow fun cloud
Slices you in two to die in the cesspool of truth
Explanation: The author is trying to tell you, the reader, (you know who you are), in oh so many words, that love has its good points and bad points. You know; ups and downs and stuff like that. He does not wish to delve too deeply into this matter because babies and children might be around and after all, it is simply and only a measly 3 line poem. He prays that you understand this fine point and that you are willing to use your own imaginations to draw your final conclusions on this controversial subject, which as always, is a wholesome, good old fashioned fun endeavor, good for the entire family and beyond. Also: This poem should not to be confused with a haiku, which has a 3 line structure and a 5-7-5 meter count or measure. Enjoy or destroy is our motto of the day.
a minute poem (variation)
Maverick's wheel:
If it's unfair, we must repair
because we care -
the rule of thumb.
for Len Zakim.
Maverick's zeal:
Engaging souls was Lenny's hope
of broadest scope.
He blazed new tracks
for Jews and blacks.
Maverick's feel:
Bridge builder - linking mind and heart
faith to impart.
End bigotry,
birth empathy.
Maverick's seal:
Named a Knight of St. Gregory
Diversity -
color of skin
finds worth within.
Maverick's deal:
The Jewish Defamation League
became intrigued
with freedom's plea
and harmony.
Maverick's steel:
Cancer worked to shatter his world.
Hope still unfurled -
Len instantly
sought therapy.
Nov. 21, 2010
Author's Notes: I tweaked the minute poem form by adding a
subtitle line atop each stanza. These subtitles all rhyme with
each other revealing characteristic fervor of this maverick.
Subtitle: Send In The Clowns
Doctor Embroil you are wanted at ER
the nurses teary eyed never did once stir
as a child that lay on a gurney, after a sprint incur
mumbled with delirium
SEND IN THE CLOWNS, SEND IN THE CLOWNS
A four year old boy who called everyone one Sir
lay dying at the center though he spoke with a slur
his hearing was intact, though quiet was his purr
father promised me, ...
SEND IN THE CLOWNS, SEND IN THE CLOWNS
His matted curly hair smelled of African rain
his little hands clutched a moment insane
Dr. Embroil put your red nose on, so he craned
I got you boy, ...
SEND IN THE CLOWNS, SEND IN THE CLOWNS
his mom outside a corridor leaning on her cane
begged for a miracle" God take away his pain"
as a finger full of light touched his apterium,
the boy smiled and said,
DON'T BOTHER, HE'S HERE
I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World, Her War
subtitle, Surviving Sorrow & Love,
your emblem, embossed in opal
a quill spun across a heart spelling your soul,
I spread you open with both hands
my grip holding the breadth of your body
a scent of sensuous ink unfurles into my inquisitive senses
raising you into my fascinated face
smelling the cleavage of your binding
sailing my lips down the center of your special secret
having your silky ribbons root around my fingers,
breathing, in warm curiosity on your exotic fibers,
Loving me as I hold you in wonder,
as I finger your pages with fawning pursuit of pleasure,
speedily you whisper my name with no refrain
as my moist voice recites
your poetry of paradise and pressure points,
I venture deeper into your voluptuous volume
feeling sensations of starlight I do consume,
in your tome of thick passion I find a home,
I like to read you in the suspense of night
searching your love lines, tasting your grape vines,
touching your emotions, embracing your sweet seductions,
you get into my nerves like electric sugar
illuminated by your poems of ardor and prose of candor,
intrigued by the penmanship of a Princess, curvaceous and calculating,
I turn to the Introduction, to see a photo of the great Authoress
a face pretty in courage, a smile of beautiful strategy
your body of work legendary,
I kiss you because I must -
J.A.B.
(Lesley Ann Down was an actress in
the Golden Age of live TV drama.)
We live in an age of midgets.
There are no seers now, only lookers,
no values left, apart from digits.
Cash is the hook, and we’re all hookers,
no Carmen Joneses, only Bridgets.
Did you have to learn the equation
(“have to”? – what an odd suggestion!)
which represents acceleration?
It’s printed now, beside the question.
No gravity, just gravitation.
Subtitle writers, now, can’t spell,
and language teachers know no grammar.
When banks are hiring tellers, well,
in Alabaster, Alabama,
they sing aloud, “You Never Can Tell”.
Let’s get somewhat more sarcastic.
Our carpenters just never get wood.
Today our craftsmen just squirt mastic,
then, as any moron could,
they clip on bits of precut plastic.
We’ve got police (I like this best!)
who, far from being Texas Rangers,
have never passed exams or tests,
and can’t, by law, face any dangers,
or run rash risks, like make arrests.
No Richard Rodgers, Buddy Holly,
no more Stoller (as in Lieber),
but ‘tis the season to be jolly –
after all, there’s Justin Bieber!
Hence, loathéd melancholy!
Mischief
M My soulmate is a miracle woman
I In Conception and in contraception
S She’s born three children one on the coil
C Condom leakage on another and
H Her first born on the oral pill
I In terms of luck that takes some beating
E Entirely normal just hormones on overdrive
F Failure at first then a blessing in disguise
F For my own natural fatherhood after
E Endless trying my ex got injections
I In reward my eldest daughter
H Her next ‘litter’ triplets from the womb
C Careless maybe another son despite the
S Sheer odds to conceive without help
I In science we may trust one way or other
M My explanation though comes through
The UNIVERSE
as HIGHER POWERS
H Heaven at Christmas though plenty of gift wrap P
I Images of congestion when all need the loo O
G Girls have more problems but we manage somehow W
H Harvest of children and kid’s crop divine E
E Enter the mischief they can all produce ever after R
R Roguish cohabitation frolicsome happiness S
02nd October 2018
Actually ‘written’ between 1992 and 2004 as this is a true story
This is my adaptation of the acrostic poetry form.
Four Stanzas:
traditional acrostic
reverse acrostic
intermezzo (subtitle)
front and end acrostic
the acrostic stanzas with double letter emphasis