Long Triplicate Poems
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The maiden was carrying a basket
it was full of sweet flowers for market
once she got there she places a blanket
then lays the bunches around a casket
A toff came along and got one for Ascot
he doffed his hat showing a crew cut
the fabric of his trousers was tricot
made up fashionably in cross cut
He invites her to join him at Ascot
leading her down to a leafy short cut
intentions clear he opens his tricot
so she made good use of hidden off cut
Flees from situation most delicate
to get involved much too intricate
after all you must follow etiquette
to remain in the temple's syndicate
Collecting up her flowers and basket
she made her way home out of the market
she wrote never again in triplicate
as her cat came over to affricate
She sat down to a dinner of brisket
followed by a nice tasty biscuit
getting it down, she cleaned the musket
finishes day ironing her weskit
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affricate means to rub up against
Tricot is a fabric or material
weskit is a word for waistcoat usually very ornate
A pleasant sleep eludes her bed of stars.
Her crumpled sheets in twisted heap aloof.
The restless mind of mirth responds afar —
In moonlight serenade she scales the roof.
Arouse his sunlight glimpse of fleeting gown.
In tempest shines the greenest glow of eyes.
His busy hands are empty tools that drown
In longest days — he yearns to bid goodbye.
They bond at dusk and dawn where breath holds hands.
Godspeed In triplicate their spirit’s kiss.
Their eyes so tired — a desert full of sand.
The carbuncle-worn hearts adrift...amiss.
So soon, but not quite soon enough, he’ll land
To satisfy cooled sheets at love’s command.
10/4/2018
Hic, Hic, hiccup, oh my
had several drinks
over the last few hours
and my poor head is spinning
Hic pardon me 'tis the drink
my feet seem to be both left
I keep tripping over ouch
maybe a last one for the road
Hic that was not so wise
my hame is down this way
ohm maybe not I can't see
everything is in triplicate
"Hey there Tommy help me hame
I can not seem to find it"
"Well, Jimmy my lad, dear me
you sure are a sad sight
Looking like you fell
landing in a dirty gutter
lets get you to your hame
afore ought else happens"
Staggering along together
they heard the bells ring
"ock, New Year, hells bells
the hen will be mad at me"
I promised I would be hame
afore the midnite hour
Jimmy, came a harsh call
get your backside in here
Hey, hen do not be mad
I brought Tommy hame
he helped me after I fell
pour us a round of drinks
Let us toast in the New Year
several drinks later
not a simple peep
just the odd snore and snort
hen scottish for partner or wife
hame scottish for home
midnite scottish for midnight
You wanna know sumpin sumpin?!
In the garden of life's relentless seasons,
bloom and wither,
don't ask me, for WHATEVER REASON,
faceted petals fall like molted feather,
turn to moltened Carbonite
if you get the right bearer.
YOU GET ME, miss been self miss-treatin?!
Each moment is a fragile puzzled masterpiece, for reason,
to pick you up in it's pieces and
put you into the big picture.
(Just like your man should be doin!), mm"
"You see, in the Carnival of souls,
"the ocean of wandering orphans",
(each an ingredient, expedient to it's own-
notions- honed- expose ').
Liquid, potions alchemized in the chemistry
of personalitay,
conceived in sonar avatars place-holding for the
"genuine article" for sanctioned interactivity
(in demarcation zones), I must say.
Looks like yours has been crossed on the way!"
In our cult of masks that influence the
wearer to be convinced of true identity as proof in the mirror.
Things cannot be made to be unclearer.
You gotta be yourself baby, shine on, be it what it may!
You know that, a Phantom of the Opera has taken sanctuary in the midst of the scene,
plays on your emotions like aphrodisiac
given a Mati Hari, please!"
That's why she ain't been talking to me!
A trailblazer, that one,
igniting the bloom of your seasons,
igniting strength in the depths of vulnerability,
pregnancy out of the dark tunnel
of winter reclusivity.
Her fertility ritual sparking a coming of age,
and the pairing as a wage.
I may be a muse, but she, she is not only acting in motherhood, baby, she is the stage!
You don't want to miss that show,
I am telling you right now.
Not that anyone does.
She is open for business.
You know what I mean!?
But you see there is a cost.
Feelings are the price of the ticket,
it's dealings skulldug-in-triplicate.
In the abyss of despair, hope lingers,
like a monster, there.
Momma Moon, winks, anytime honey, anytime.
Imagination only comes when you privilege the subconscious,
when you make delay and procrastination work for you.
—Hilary Mantel
The cogs and wheels turning, nonetheless, as I ponder
the preparation before me, having looked over the lesson;
turned over the less obvious loneliness of being left
with a lesson I’ll never forget; abandoned, but not by God.
—quote by Poet
Procrastinating
Cold am I in my pyjamas;
not wearing any socks.
Shivering with coffee in hand;
it’s warmed up to the cold.
Frozen, the morning program;
I will likely release its heat.
Procrastinating, except for laundry.
Waiting on my inspiration socks.
Shall I pick up my next read
or throw the book at something unseen?
Pens and pencils in an Irish mug.
Two leprechauns kiss; Dad misses that warmth.
Observant am I, as now I see, scattered,
yellow and pink silicone muffins.
My mess in triplicate.
I must duplicate my stress.
Press in to the obvious…
Once I begin, where will it end?
Work, without end,
to upend my mind.
Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones
of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones,
to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order,
the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs,
for what extent shall I blaze myself and minions in the arrows path,
so to coddle an intangible hope made of a prayer's dope,
or in a mind where a prevailing vision roams,
nay, to avert that macbre nightmare of having my People's progeny becoming the pigmy
of a teething tyrant who condones the perversion of civilization's tomes,
a coalesced consciousness consummated by the last bastion
with a vigorous vigil on this Christmas Eve,
solemn and sacramental the emotion is which this of our hearts
the Almighty exhumes,
A dispatched soldier ploying as scout,remote, waiting ignorantly to be smote,
a far but not forgotten armored satellite being selfless,
his vanity enemy's threat consumes,
an unbridled but composed offensive of a triplicate terror delivered
by an indefatigable knight ,
an ultimatum presented simply but also strictly,
one at least his assault maroons,
J.A.B. - Part Four -
Teeth chattering like monkeys
She went on and on
Clicking and clacking in ears that had
Turned sorrowful and disappeared into
No man’s land
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The words spewed forth
Snapping and barking in the air where
many dreams died a natural death
The promise land never promising this
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The monologue droned in triplicate
Underneath the backs of others
the students began texting with
bright happy cell phones
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The professor’s tirade kept on the track
With a click and a clack
as the rails fell into the bowels of .....
and still she had no clue
Line of inquiry:
“I am not the body, which is but dust
I am not fickle and limited mind
To whom then comes the feral thrust of lust
Or for that matter, thoughts loving and kind"
I am not just the body which is a husk,
Which will wither and rot in no time.
I am the kernel inside that sequesters life.
Neither am I a jumble of thoughts,
Emanating from my fickle mind.
I know my body is brittle and will turn to dust.
Like a clam in its protective shell,
My body is just an outer covering
Where my soul is securely fastened.
I am a triplicate of body, mind and soul
I am meant to become whole…
I must become whole.
From the crippling outrages of lust,
From the strangulating chains of ego,
That bind me, I must set myself free.
Perhaps this resolve has come to me,
From incorporeal intuition and insight which hover,
Unchained above the regions of reason
And the cravings of lust and greed.
When consumed by hatred’s fire and demeaning lust,
I shall strive to make something new out of me;
Something that will spark a ray of hope
A flicker bright, a beacon in troubled waters.
I will seek shelter under my Heavenly Father’s wings,
Where his loving kindness awaits
To fill hearts with bliss and peace.
Within human frame, there is a constant war,
Waged between satisfying transient emotions
And for attaining immortal bliss and grace.
One, the body presses, but the soul rejects
The other, the soul presses but the body rejects.
When hatred and jealousy sow their bitter seeds,
Compassion and kindness bloom in quiet deeds.
When hearts are filled with love and empathy,
Weary hours shall sink to blend with quiet peace,
And we will begin to think that heaven isn’t far away!
1980 we began to learn ( about health and safety)
Not at every turn.'
As the decades went, its demands just grew.' From
Those quite acceptable, no one realised the end extent
Mind you.'
There was always, some charge; and info gathered?
Sheets of triplicate paper in bleather!
Still it was all for the good of everyone! So you buckled
Down and got stuff done.'
And if you didn't it was understood.! You could be a bad
Human..You really could??
Then 2020 there was a scare.' Victims were falling in China
Just about everywhere'
People in 'white boiler suits' sprayed mysterious chemicals
Could these be bought?
Yet no info on what the substances could be
Turned out as soap and water.!!
Which was almost free.' The media stalked hospital
Wards grim and extolling
This untoward, and most debilitating thing soon
Doc's were on t v' to moan and wring.' Hands and
The last ounce of will, from the trusting (herds?) That word was ( the trigger one)
Does this all seem absurd? Next you must lock yourselfs away, don't be fools? or worse, bad humans.?
You should 'just'follow some rules,) meanwhile real herio's would be
On an anti-dose, working while skne nurses on tik tok' were 'twerking?'
This wonder 'drug ciuld be years away?' Maybe a decade.!! We'll
Be locked away.??
And yet thanks to this 'fast paced situation' after just eight weeks into 2021
There was a (great sensation) the boffins had pulled of a coup.'
Thats something made up..In a word ir two.'
This was straight 'from dark winter' an old exersize a thing by milatary
In the U S! Wow What a surprise.?
There is a colonel, i think James Bush, he got unwilling..When it came
To the push.!
The rest is history (of which we're part) and a side-lined reality, i ask
All reading will you do your part??
Make a list of objects worthy of merit
They must sparkle in the dark
Glow in the light of day
And cost you your life if lost
No diamonds or gold permitted
Fossils are prohibited from all lists
Only things from alien worlds will do
Coded and wet in small letters
Get started right now
And when you are through
Submit the list in triplicate
Go to the next general in compartment Q
Big ideas will be extinguished there
If you are not included in the paper
It is no big deal
We will handle you and the list later
It’s an alien thing
Created on 5/19/15 for “WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!” – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Lyric Man