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The insanity of humanity brings forth days of penal retribution,
in reality, the fatality of good deeds deserves a substitution.
All the brutality and profanity provokes nothing but destitution,
while the vitality and good mentality is lost in distribution.
Proper formality and morality should be the greatest contribution,
but the severe volcanity and silly inanity creates an unfit institution.
Sometimes plain mundanity and refined urbanity are a suitable attribution.
Internal rhyme and monorhyme
These 14 words are used in this poem
1. Insanity 2. Humanity 3. Profanity 4. Inanity 5. Mundanity
6. Urbanity 7. Fatality 8. Reality 9. Brutality 10. Formality
11. Mentality 12. Morality 13. Vitality 14. Volcanity
Word Challenge
Silent One
January 22, 2017
What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.
Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality
I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality
…you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!
Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity
You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity
I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical
fatality
(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17
Why have we ran from morality
By living in such brutality
We’ve lost touch with our humanity
And soon we will lose our vitality
By embracing a hateful mentality
Living like this is a definite fatality
Our lifestyles have become a mundanity
No longer a positive force in our urbanity
And that alone is not a formality
We’re wayward souls, and that's a reality
Our words are often vile profanity
The things we say are inanity,
And the end result we always be a volcanity
Not to mention living this way is pure insanity
Insanity
Humanity
profanity
Inanity
Mundanity
Urbanity
Fatality
Reality
Brutality
Formality
Mentality
Morality
Vitality
Volcanity
1-24-17
Contest- Word Challenge
Sponsor- Silent One
Silent one a great example of Humanity.
And so rarely uses profanity.
His competitions cause Insanity.
His judging never shows Brutality.
His challenges are never boring or show Mundanity.
His poetry comments never show Inanity.
His comments are measured and delivered without Volcanity.
His poetry has a real grasp on Reality.
With challenges that are always new and show Vitality.
He expresses a really open Mentality.
And even when you fail is comments show Urbanity.
He is not tied to the rules and Formality.
Always fair in judging with real Morality.
and if this effort gets an na it could cause a Fatality.
comp entry 22/01
PARTS AND COUNTERPARTS
scrawled on the blackboard jungle, a mural
of profanity – pronouncing women’s names,
their parts and counterparts. reality creeps
from the verminous city streets. the mundanity of
laying out private jewels as a juxtaposition,
where silk and careful hands of morality are much kinder
and richer. but humanity takes hold of a fair lady’s dress,
tearing it off, shredding the human form to pieces,
leaving it drowning, cut off, creating the volcanity of a whore.
of this insanity is born the fatality of our newborn, with
no need for formality. the brutality of drug dealers and
youth molesters pulls the innocents down into the sewers.
they sense, they know, something is not right, but their fingers
slip, their feet cannot grip the slimy pit that drags them down
down
down
no one hears their cries for help. smoke like fog swirls around
their sacrificial heads. their eyes bleed with blue breaths.
the inanity and anonymity of their broken lives unbearable.
the mentality of cobblestone above their shattered roof, flowing
with the vitality of gold, silver and diamond luxury. a boy, a girl
can hear the click of red heels, the laughter of freedom, just out of reach.
he screams, “no, come back!”
she screams, “someone hear my cries, before i die!”
urbanity, so at ease. no one sneeze. no address of poor kindling tied
to the monster’s altar, where malicious eyes and tongues squeeze out laughter.
1/23/2017
Silent One’s Word Challenge Contest
Their lives were filled with meanness and insanity.
These people lived with no regard for humanity.
They acted with partners of crime, responsible for a fatality.
To keep their secrets they threatened with brutality.
There was not an ounce of empathy in their mentality.
Yet they could hide behind daily acts of mundanity.
They could change on a whim with urbanity.
They could look prestigious with their money and formality.
Still these people bonded together without any morality.
They relied on threats to keep others silent with profanity.
Until one day someone was brave enough to face reality,
Of what was lost as it all returned with righteous volcanity.
Surging forward, confronted the evil with vitality.
Only to be faced with their desperate denial and inanity.
Evil doers laughed with no remorse, vowing lies for eternity.
Heidi Sands
1/21/17
Placed 8th in Contest: Word Challenge
How to use these words, I ponder, a fabulous creation of humanity!
Words set to hold man in the cage of formality, guarding it well from inanity.
Words that hurt, words that please; choose profanity or urbanity.
But, the volcanity of man’s nature cannot be contained in a pot of morality.
This is the fatality; an unfortunate reality of man’s mentality.
He dances on the line of variables tended at the ends by mundanity and vitality.
At one end he may sink into insanity while on another he may embrace brutality!
26/01/17
For Word Challenge (14 words) by Silent One.
Word challenge, early life challenges
I now look back at the insanity of going to an all girls school
where in reality the christian sister's teachings reflected a
harsh brutality of a group of women, dressed in black, carrying
votive candles of tempers filled with volcanity and fatality. I
mourn those past days, where my mentality took profanity
from their voices and urbanity masking their calling, as they flogged
me for my sins with belts and paddles striking my soul to the core,
my vitality. I may have morality sinned. Yes.Yes, I do concede
my inanity at scourging the sister's landscape, filled with their
mundanity of tenets. Yet the scars in their faces of humanity,
scars of pain left on me, where just a sad formality in their eyes
and teachings.
connie pachecho
1/22/17
In the canvas of twilightish insanity
Appear pomegranate designs of passion
An intellectual dance of day flowing into night
In the sea inside skull, the heartbeats of humanity
Vibrating with rurality towards urbanity
Get oxidized in the lemon and salt of mundanity
No concern for the formality of meter and iamb
And thus blooms out the filigree of feelings
Beautiful Sylvia Plath effect revealing
They invite us to the mirror
Of our reality of current disintegration
Reeking of brutality and volcanity
Collapsing rhythm joyously spells fatality
And cheerfully grows an inanity of mentality
Eating into our diamonds of morality
You often say you will return and love
Are you afraid of the expanding emptiness
And the vitality-sapping black holes?
We do not know why profanity is considered a value
We do not know where our brutal rooms lead to
We only see green leaves dropping dead every day
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25/01/2017
Word Challenge - Poetry Contest hosted by Silent One