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Premium Member A Love Like Ours

Swimmingly
        that's how we flow.
                We're so
               easygoing.
         Love is good to us!
               I love you
                  just as
             much as you
                 love me.
                  Fluidly,
             we flow just...
     like a mountain stream;
      deeper than the ocean
                      is...
           a love like ours!


                  (Yalto)


BRIAN'S CHOICE X,any form,any theme
Contest Judged:  5/27/2020 (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand 

 "Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 09/28/2019
Form: Verse


The Left and the Right Hand

The left hand and the right hand
Know exactly who they are
No body in-between them
Can keep these hands apart

With their favorite activity 
Being generally the clap
And when they get tired of that
They rest folded in a lap

Otherwise they're into mischief
As idle hands will do
Twirling thumbs can be fun
But not for these two

When the left decides to rest
And the right hand goes to think
It finds itself a chiseled chin
Then hangs out underneath

Where it comes up with 10 point plans
To help each other out
5 for the left 5 for the right
So neither does lose count

Number 1 mainly on the list
Is to continue to strong arm
And keep up with the body building
Before their body buys the farm

After that they continue with
Their intricate 10 point plan
Which is going quite swimmingly
Between the left and the right hand
fun

Cowl Lix Aged Language Lover

please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott harris patois).

He readily admits writing inventive
   attempts usually ten tubby a literary mess,
thus finding innocent cyber cruisers
   Angle fishing for Saxony fundamental fluidity
   courtesy of Freudian stream of consciousness,
   gabbling gibberish, muck not done on purpose
   and certainly less
to impress.

Gnome hatter intent toward 
   cogency, fancy ingenuity,
   levity, the inevitable 
   resultant wrought gobbledygook
   fascination for Lingua Franca
   feeble endeavor splutters, splinters,
   and splatters Asia Yukon guess.

Paramour status analogous with twenty six letters,
   sans En gull Lush Mother tongue confluence
   finds me submerged (as an Arctic Monkey)
   swimmingly enervated 
   via erotic laced sentiments
   perhaps finds bravely daring soul madly
   hollering, gesticulating floundering,
   (in close proximity to Davey Jones's locker)
   to avoid drowning at sea
   perchance comprehending passionate influence.

   Upon espying a signature poem of mine
   forces one pre ponder ring lurking predilection
   tib hush anonymous re:
   dears (dares) adventuresome mettle
   taking him/her to the brainy 
   (briny) deep brink
   Icon fess

this (NON FAKE) pretense, why
   aye metaphorically express
(via medium of ordinary Anglophile
   alphabetic wanton soup,
   or figurative egg drop bub
   bling broth (el) doth brew)

   pronouns Sibyl affectation 
   affliction sans plethora,
   where each ladle full adrip with
   richly flavor Verdana Font lee
   and sincerely textured vocabulary.

   Pluperfect mortals beings undoubtedly feel
   (blindsided, how this hunger stricken author
   suffers said sesquipedalian syndrome
   particularly expectorating flashy 

   hoping tum bark on successful literary quest)
   hyper aware aspiring paperback writers wannabe
   might stoop to conquer, cheat, cadge
   vis a vis plagiarize plethora 
  amidst storied plentiful English droppings.

Rather than succumb pretense feigning paucity
   temptation to bask exultantly,
   professed glorious unrequited love
   announcing required sworn vow,
(el lye ding) avowed consonant covenant.
Form:

Premium Member Man and Dog

If I may belabor the obvious, 
                  both have been getting along 
                      swimmingly for millennia. 
                   The affinity between the two
              knows no international boundaries. 
                          Their chemistry is
                 so beautifully touching to see. 
              They couldn't be more agreeable.

  "They really are man's best friend, aren't they?"
       I once asked a neighbor walking his dog.
"Yes, absolutely! You should get one," he replied. 

Their bond couldn't be more special and enviable. 
               It made me wish I had a dog! 
         Can you imagine such a relationship 
                     between two people? 
                    Unfailingly coexisting 
                      in perfect harmony.

               There's no trace of hostility 
                        or disagreement. 
            There's always a happy reunion 
                         after time apart, 
                      no matter how long.

                   Why can't two people
                  get along just as well?


Submitted for...
my companion and close friend that never complains Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Eve Roper 
Date: 01/26/2020

Date written: 07/23/2019
Form: Verse

Premium Member Here's To Love


Everyone is forever searching for love
Some find it, then lose it, for some it lasts a lifetime
They are the fortunate ones waking up each morning
Knowing that special person will always be there
Through all that life has to offer
Rainy days as well as those bright sun filled days
When it feels like absolutely nothing
Will ever bring us down from our high
I often feel these wonderful days
Days of love, happiness, and quiet contentment
Nothing will ever equal them
They make up for all the days of turmoil and strife
I am a very loving, passionate man
Overly sensitive at times but that's not a bad way to be
If you can tolerate my constant harping on love
Then we will definitely get along swimmingly
They say it makes the world go around
Sure don't think a truer phrase has ever been uttered!

Here's to love!!!


A Part of Me

i'm more up
than ever down
far more a smile
than a frown
if there's a jump
i'll take the leap
with all of this
...a part of me

if there is laughter 
to be heard
i'll dig and dig
till it's unearthed
less with answers
than questioning
foot loose and free
...a part of me

i'm more lost
than could be found
sometimes in
most times out
shallow at both ends
not too deep
quite swimmingly
...a part of me 

crooked lines 
straightaways
my road you'll find
times misbehaved
finders keepers
losers weep
all this time 
...a part of me

with less goodbyes 
and more hellos
the more of me
you get to know
the more you see
in word and deed
the more you'll want to keep
...a part of me
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Here's To Love

Everyone is forever searching for love
Some find it, then lose it, for some it lasts a lifetime
They are the fortunate ones waking up each morning
Knowing that special person will always be there
Through all that life has to offer
Rainy days as well as those bright sun filled days
When it feels like absolutely nothing
Will ever bring us down from our high
I often feel these wonderful days
Days of love, happiness, and quiet contentment
Nothing will ever equal them
They make up for all the days of turmoil and strife
I am a very loving, passionate man
Overly sensitive at times but that's not a bad way to be
If you can tolerate my constant harping on love
Then we will definitely get along swimmingly
They say it makes the world go around
Sure don't think a truer phrase has ever been uttered!
Here's to love!!!

Premium Member Here's To Love

Everyone is forever searching for love

Some find it, then lose it, for some it lasts a lifetime

They are the fortunate ones waking up each morning

Knowing that special person will always be there

Through all that life has to offer

Rainy days as well as those bright sun filled days

When it feels like absolutely nothing

Will ever bring us down from our high

I often feel these wonderful days

Days of love, happiness, and quiet contentment

Nothing will ever equal them

They make up for all the days of turmoil and strife

I am a very loving, passionate man

Overly sensitive at times but that's not a bad way to be

If you can tolerate my constant harping on love

Then we will definitely get along swimmingly

They say it makes the world go around

Don't think a truer phrase has ever been uttered!

Here's to love!!!



© Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Narrative

Upon Our Yours Truly and His Missus Exchanging Holy Matrimony Vows

Upon our (yours truly and his missus) exchanging holy matrimony vows

Ultrasound allowed, enabled
and provided obstetrician to zoom,
image courtesy sonogram
showing fledgling fetus,
thus we pledged our troth after spouses' womb
(approximately halfway
between her pregnancy) did balloon
uterus, wherein conception
delineated birth of eldest daughter, and many a tomb
morrow later she resides in Oakland, California.

I attempt reasonable rhyme about...
oh happy yesteryear
when newly minted groom (me) wed bride
family in attendance cried
as Justice of Peace officiated as legal guide
extolling pregnancy of she who could not hide
figurative bun in the oven which matured inside
after two gametes fused and multiplied
countless times quickly birthing embryo
baby on the way nullified
application of premarital sex
and attendant use of contraceptives.

Clear out of the blue
thee wife asked me
opinion if wedded bliss between us
ha, how heretical to think otherwise
since romance long since flew
out the figurative window
impossible mission to feign significant other
analogous to brand new
alluring, beguiling, captivating... tchotchke.

All kibitizing aside, a requited love with zeal
I attest invisible spokes support unseen wheel
when turning sparking genuine care and concern
act as buffer against emotional hemorrhage
and received good housekeeping approval seal
more applicable to most recent
elapsed wedding day anniversaries
ex post facto after both daughters flew the coop
finding me reeling with empty nest syndrome,
whenever yours truly reviews mental newsreel,
now absence of offspring, akin
to psychological wound I did heal
no longer mourning natural course
of begetting progeny more readily
accepting their necessary autonomy doth appeal.

Though marriage devoid of physical intimacy wife
get along swimmingly, we exhibit less strife
than days of yore effulgence promulgated
to all readers unbeknownst to human life
form characterized by bloke,
whose words appeared across screen
exemplifying, embodying, and edifying
regarding beloved simian counterpart
bandying playfully sometimes
drubbing and drumming my body
while she (commandeering 
certain orifices of her body) emulates sounds of fife.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Afternoon Went Swimmingly

To the beach I went one hot, hot day,
In search of the cooling ice blue froth!
Refreshment beckoned in the sea spray,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.

In search of the cooling ice blue froth,
I took a sunshine stroll to the beach,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.
Often heart's desires are within reach.

I took a sunshine stroll to the beach.
The birds all sang of wild summertime!
Often heart's desires are within reach.
Happy hours bloom throughout a lifetime.

The birds all sang of wild summertime,
Refreshment beckoned in the sea spray.
Happy hours bloom throughout a lifetime,
To the beach I went one hot, hot day.


Written on April 27, 2021
For: ALL YOURS (Apr 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Form: Pantoum

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