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Written: February 19, 2024
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Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom,
mooring a mystic's sibylline moves
as Felicity finds me, I float forward,
fusing both fantasies' fused yaws,
a rendezvous with time
rejecting zigzag of a jigsaw mind
love acts as a "kinematic" spark
your pulse kept me vibrant
a wave of love washed over us
yet, venom was tossed onto me
without my love, you won't survive
I am an artist shaping your fate,
our bedtime talks are ethereal.
Your loving bird of paradise
flies from earth to sky.
fuchsia fragranced feathers.
beauteous bliss, priss-phobic parody
enhances mental sensuality.
rain sings a warm tune tonight.
I'm trapped by my heartbeat calm.
I find serene places akin to cascades.
lowering my long-standing anxiety.
I unleash angels' shadows.
who redeems me from deceit?
Fulfilled fears, ritualistic romance,
split subtlety spreads semantics
true, clear steps to achievement
love: related to "pretend" and "extend"
means can indicate a cease
where symptoms swirl
honest answers might seem harsh
watch a wild waltz; wind is winsome,
reconsider before choosing
the dynamic nature of love
is subject to a sporadic storm.
Her heart longs for a reunion,
Ignore grayness of twilight
drifting in scented love letters
crafted on the smooth seashore
stored in translucent glass vessels,
featuring ageless verses
the jars shall traverse estuaries,
that brought her to his hallowed Isle
dotted with perennial blooms
gemmed shells evoke tropical muses,
tomorrow, she'll be by his side,
held by harmless sun-kissed kalon
I sense your silky swell serenading me,
fleeringly, with feeling
your imagination has created me
a vivid version of amethyst and deep sapphire,
voicing in verse, vibrant verve unfetter me
Your intriguing muse has a bright spirit.
Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
It was a good morning until I got your letter
You admitted you didn't love me any more
My desire for revenge I would unfetter
When I returned the key to your door
You weren't at home as I’d arrived early
So I put itching powder in your underpants
I’d love to see that when you’re with Shirley
Perhaps it would put paid to your new romance
Before I collected my belongings I left you a gift
I’d sewn a dead mouse into the hem of your curtain
The smell of its rotting body would be hard to shift
Bedroom action would be curtailed that’s for certain!
It Was a Good Morning Until.. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
02/13/21
Written: September 15, 2023
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In the halter of destiny, we are all bound.
A monody of souls dissemble and found
With every lynch of trice vicious hand,
We quest to the ossuary of the apex land.
Yet in this hoedown of life and death,
We descry trices to canonize our breath.
In the equidistant cuddle, we share,
We ascertain solace in the clad of despair.
Through brittle nights and rallying days,
We quest to unfetter from the maze.
Omega awaits to clarify our fate.
Ablaze of stinging anguish, we can't abate.
Inanimate entities, ephemeral, and plain,
As a ripple of anguish sways, weep in pain
Aside from that, the cosmic harbinger sky
Espies our destruction with a silent sigh.
An epidemic of metempsychosis,
We inherit the legacy of pestilence psychosis.
On hiemal days and hibernal nights,
We bear the stature of sorrow's bite.
In every epoch of fugacity,
We quest for repeal—a wink of clarity.
Bequeath and madness, we strive to overcome
Nocuous menace to switch what we've become.
We often embellish it as life is so anxious.
Our roots still hold the pinnacle to progress.
Decisiveness, anguish, and an urge to revoke.
Lead exposure us to a nonlethal stroke.
The dance of life and death is an exquisite art.
Delight and anguish entwine—never apart.
At the pinnacle of this poetic tale,
We ascertain that life's heirloom prevails.
Though pestilence and grief endeavor to bind,
We have the incite to bequeath them all behind.
So let us dance, with hearts bridled high.
Embracing the madness as we reach for the sky
Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
Ransacking treasure trove
of maximum headroom.
To remedy a fate worse than death
or orange hair oaf becoming
forty seventh president
or contracting one
of several viral diseases named pox
permeate heavy shut tight door
with numerous deadbolts
and sophisticated locks
and impossible mission to out fox
analogous to roach infestation,
who favor nesting within custom made
Roper men's shoes brand name Docks.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Das scribe's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned
in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
You talk in your sleep; well blubber
Who is this Elaine now revealed
Under our marriage covers snubber
Lies turned to truth as her name squealed
Many facts decoded in bed
Jumbled messages like knitting yarn
tangled, needle trapped in thread
Honest contemplation do charn?
Churn no more when life has better
Talk all you want about your lover
There are faithful who'll unfetter
And let good life rediscover
Charn is a dialect word for the word churn.
For those that don't know, people used
to pour day old milk into a vessel made
of clay and painted which had a lid with
a wooded paddle..They added some
buttermilk to it and let it sit until it
clabbered then churned the milk with
the wooded paddle to separate the butter
from the milk creating buttermilk plus
butter..
Contest: Talking In Your Sleep
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Quatrain form...Rhyme scheme a,b,a,b
O my life! What a beautiful disaster it has become!
For the doses of my sunny days and starry nights grew numb,
And the sweet caress of my existence has partly succumbed.
It paralyzed me—as though my foresight had been overcome
By whispers creeping into my mind like an intruder's hum.
If I could depose the noisy image of my tomorrow,
Would it bring me silent war or peace amid the undertow?
How could I unfetter the finitude of my own window?
For my soul could barely perceive the playful tongue of a foe,
Or a friend's delightful persona behind an ugly show.
Yet I lament that the world has made its own foolish nickname
When filtered righteousness and glamorous deceit have enflamed.
On whom should I lean when moral transgressions take on their name?
Or should I wish to fly to the Heavens far from where I came?
For illusions seem true—and truth can be an elusive game.
Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one lightweight bag of bones
basketcase weave gotta deplore,
nevertheless mine tincup rattled
courtesy garden variety eyesore
athwart slip stream
of space/time continuum
twenty two minus
seven years and fourscore
orbitz around black hole sun
scattering cremains galore
camouflage ashes colored like hoar.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
This magnificent computer
which resides within our head
How amazingly it reacts
to information that it's fed
No matter what age
we have achieved
New neurones will develop
if practice is conceived
It's said that we only utilise
ten percent of brain capacity
I am aiming to achieve much more than that
forever in pursuit of sagacity
Here are two examples my own I do present
nine months ago began writing poems many edits then were needed
With constant practice a deficiency of skill is superseded
Can now sit for half an hour
a poem will be spawned
Mostly now no editing original poetic thoughts
on paper they have formed
Began these online poetic presentations just four months ago
two finger typing very slow has now increased speed by tenfold
Not sufficient skills there yet to type if I was shackled to a blindfold
What is now an exciting discovery, handwriting
with lead pencil improves brain connectivity
My pencil's always sharpened
like my brain and there's improved receptivity
Listen to music also magic for the brain in 432 hertz frequency
but to play a musical instrument that's even better
Connects left/right brain hemispheres
Don't ever give up! Many neurones there to unfetter
Come, my love, let's unfetter and glide high,
Your hues leave me breathless, to feel your breath I long;
My dreamy dotted wings, with you, yearns to fly,
And to chirrup in tune with your lilting love song.
Your hues leave me breathless, to feel your breath I long,
As I creep up on you and kiss you sweetheart;
And to chirrup in tune with your lilting love song,
I crave to be caged forever in your heart.
As I creep up on you and kiss you sweetheart,
My dreamy dotted wings, with you, yearns to fly;
I crave to be caged forever in your heart,
Come, my love, let's unfetter and glide high.
Date: 06/07/2021
Pantoum Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Number of the photo: 2