Long Word game Poems
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A lot of things are said in jest
But hearts are hurt none the less
Oh, to crawl back in your shell
Save yourself from heartache’s hell
Being naïve does not pay
Sarcasm just comes your way
Only meant for a good joke
If we’d thought before we spoke
Now it’s too late to make it right
We changed someone’s day to night
The hurt the pain and the shame
Careful playing that word game
I thought we’re meant to uplift
Maybe I don’t get the drift
I sure hate words insincere
The false ring just brings a tear
There is a God up above
He looks down on me with love
“Play with fire, you get burned”
This hard lesson I have learned.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
She Silently Reminded herself
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By: Aria Au-Contralto
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A wedge to separate
Her goals had been that
blatant and obvious
the dysfunction of newness
can have those seeking
something or someone
in a better position to gain
either the trust or possession
of the heart of someone
worthy of having.
Unrealistic Expectations believing
friends and folk in general would
magically change their behavior
to support you will someone
or have the decency to tell you
she's cheating
not playing some word game
but to just say it in plain
bone chilling words
Waiting for them to share
is how they usually start
unraveling and causing
the discomfort of putting you
in your place.A clinker or a clam is
what musicians call it when you strike
the wrong note darning a performance.
maybe she choose the wrong man might
the right one would find her.
Or she is overwhelmed by attention and
using her general knowledge of people
she thinks that she can keep things stable long enough
to make it through.
I totally adore distance learning!
I realize, it’s the best for me!
in the morning got up so late...
still I could catch up with my class!
don’t see my brilliant teacher!
(probably she turned off her camera!)
Is she still in bed?
but I see her not-so-tough assignment.
can't really chat with my precious friends,
(actually I can - figured it out),
but I spot they are all there!
oh, no! one or two are missing!
surely they will catch up by tomorrow evening.
it’s terrific, it's impressive, it's so much fun!
I have a superbly hilarious story to listen!
about Lima beans!
guess what! it's a dish surprisingly mouthwatering!
Right now that's what my mommy is cooking!
Ms. Jolly left a challenging word-game,
she is so kind! She knows I am thrilled with them,
most probably she had me in her mind!
Mr. De Fillipis assigned our class a complicated math problem!
no worries, I will solve it before anyone else!
oh my!
we can do music and phys.ed online?!!!
that’s the splendiferous fun!
have a great time, everyone!
the day will pass unwrinkled, smooth, like a breeze,
I won’t bother my already-stressed mom.
we are all online,
mom and dad and me and Joan.
it’s a little disappointing that we can’t play tag outside,
although the sun is shining so bright!
the birds are chirping their mellifluous songs,
and we are all home-bound!
right now, I am supremely glad
we have distance learning,
even if I make mistakes,
no one can catch me!!!!!
There is a beat to the world,
it burns and bites, it can calm & comfort,
it will arouse and it will anger, it is a romantic rhythm,
immutable and immaculate,
an unselfish music it is, life provides this sensative song
and we all perfom a dance of danger, delight,& determination
as a humble gratuity for it's majesty,
how could any rational person contend that Nature is imperfect,
who dares accuse life of wrong doing,
how does such turgidity exist, minds on meger budget,
oh but they do, ugly creatures of hollow heads have argued so pompously
to indict the cosmos with error like how fowl beggars cavil
about quality of charity,
huffing, moaning, and squirming in their rationalizations for feeling indignant about life
inglorious as dirt on silk,
wrangling like gluttonous mosquitoes, vile & clumsy,
if they were to admit life's absolute perfection
then more self accountability for actions need ensue,
how could they slander Deity without blame,
I spoke to a religious zealot, pious as pain to wounds,
he said, oh no, life, including human discretion cannot be perfect
for there is sin and gross debauchery,
I discussed the matter with a scientist, calculating as the I.R.S., he replied,
no no, you play semantic games, nature is immensely imperfect,
like the price of fame,
I politely requested an example of imperfection from him, he smugly said,
" genetic mutations ", what unabashed ego I thought,
his response seemed word game,
I debated a logician on the subject, thorough as an army ant this one was,
she remarked that the idea of imperfection
could cause imperfect reality,
I said, if anything occurs it must be, otherwise it would not happen,
imperfection is that which should not happen,
all that becomes real is present time impeacability -
J.A.B. %
Two rival hockey teams take the ice
Gloves off at game time. bAm! PoW! SLICE!
It was a cluster puck
And that is putting it toothlessly nice.
I learned woodchucks couldn’t chuck wood
What would happen if they actually could?
Well, a cluster chuck
Really it’s only beavers that should.
I was holding breadcrumbs in a 10 lb sack
I tripped and fell right on my back
Then ensued a cluster duck
I was found by feathered friends that quack
I have this new word game to play
What’s the word I mean without having to say?
What a… clusterfluck?
Or something like that anyway.
February 1, 2023
C Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
8. Cluster
The young generation, who believe in dissolution,
promulgating the manifesto
“tradition is the grave of the banality,
only solecism is the quickening of new life…”
yell upholding a flag similar to a bad check
which is unable to secure the needed guarantee for the debt.
They are sycophantic speculators hopping on the bandwagon
of the time, they are nothing but a product of a certain moment
of the swinging pendulum, their unfounded thought changes in consonance with the direction and the amplitude of the pendulum.
Although they think highly of themselves,
they assert themselves as the forerunner of the times,
actually, they are unbridled reckless colts jumping, hopping,
and running blindly in the wilderness.
They consider heteronomy as a shackle,
they, therefore, rush to a smithy and heat the shackles to cut it off,
they insist upon autonomy as the beat of the heart,
they, therefore, lay on the cold operating table to cut it open
to see the inside of the heart bearing an excruciating pain
but they found it full of red and blue blood
clotted in two atrium and two ventricles, the blood
contaminated with filthy and turbid human minds
which carried on from generations of generations
of past unchanged.
They try to ascend their thoughts, nonetheless,
above the traditional ones, it’s nothing more than
a word game, a disgusting prank.
Are they mad? Though they cannot even jump
nor have wings, they try to fly,
ah, poor generation, ill, crooked, lost,
who were not even touched by a drop of Medusa’s
poisonous blood, flap wings imitating Pegasus about to fly.
It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangely super competitive.
My phone went “dunk!” A happy ‘Water jug’ sound messages make when they're from one of my favorites. The message was from Charles. He was at the front gate with a package that came to the house where Charles and Mrs. Charles live (about 600 yards from the dorm). He passed me the package through the bars at the main gate, “Thanks,” I said, “ga-night,” and he was gone.
Back in my room, I ripped the box open like Christmas morning. The word game could wait - this package was from Paris. The light beige, Jacquemus, ‘Les Ballerines mary-jane pumps’ I’d ordered (forever ago) had arrived and they fit like soft leather gloves.
“Ooo! Glampse!” Lisa pronounced.
“Aren’t they?” I agreed, swiveling my hooves to show them off in the full length mirror.
When I rejoined the Upwards game, talk had shifted to tomorrow's Superbowl.
“I read yesterday that Taylor’s on her way (to the Superbowl)!” Leong declared.
“I like that she likes the NFL now,” I said.
“A lot of people hate her for it,” Anna countered.
“She was on camera twice, for 11 seconds total, in a 3-1/2 hour long game. If that upsets you, you’re bringing a lot of your own baggage to the plot.” I updogged.
Leong wants to order vegan “wings” for the SuperBowl.
“What, exactly, are those?” I asked, apprehensively.
“You’re the girl who talked me into trying buffalo-frog-legs in Paris? Ney?” Leong enquired, sarcastically.
“Yeah,” I admitted, guiltily, “but they were delicious,” I said in self defense.
I’m picking the Chiefs 30-20 over the niners.
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glampse = glamorous
I sit with two I-pads on my lap
Four hours at a time
Sometimes six
Playing word games
Why two?
Because one is thinking
While I am pounding the keys on the other one.
I do not abide thinking time.
I have spent too many years wasting mine.
So now it is more precious
My husband walks through and speaks
Irritating me.
What was that word I just had?
Damn. It is gone.
My children phone.
I see it is them.
I hit END.
They never have anything more interesting to say
Than my word games.
I have won game of the week for 158 weeks on Word Chums
Not in a row, but obviously, I have been doing this for three years.
I am so addicted it is going to take more than an intervention.
Form:
I like to solve word ladders…as a puzzle I think they’re great!
Did you know Lewis Carroll invented word ladders back in 1878?
Yes, the same Lewis Carroll who in 1865 I understand…
wrote a story about Alice…who followed a rabbit running late
into a wonderland.
In a word ladder you start with a word…
The object is for that word to be reversed…
by changing one letter at a time you make a chain of words…
and when you're finished there is a link between the last word and the first.
For instance let’s take the word love…
change the ‘l’ to a ‘d’ and you have dove.
Change the ‘v’ to ‘t’ and you have dote.
Then change the ‘o’ to an ‘a’ and you have date…
Change the ‘d’ to an ‘h’ and voila…
you have quickly changed love into hate.
A word ladder works in both directions…
in case that’s something you were thinking of
We can start with the word hate and using the same process
change hate back into love.
But life is not a word game is it…played with paper, pencil or pen…
and love which can quickly change to hate…
Does not change so quickly back again.
Perhaps Lewis Carroll provided a solution…
reminding us if we want to find our Wonderland…it’s is not too late…
When he wrote, ‘Oh, ’tis love ’tis love that makes the world go round…
and no where did he mention hate.
So here’s a little something inspired by Lewis and his Alice
that I’ve been thinking of…
What if the word ladder we’re creating in life
begins and ends with love.
To all my Poetic Family, I would like to start a new word game It's very easy You pick a word
Define it and sign your name ( see examples below ) I will then with each author's permission
compile a PoetrySoup dictionary Anybody up to it ALWAYS...HG
Paperboy --- Origami --- HG
Armrest --- Sling --- HG
Poetry --- Word Songs --- Karen O'leary
Cackle Fruit --- Hen Egg ---John Moses Freeman * see his Comment Below
Brazier --- Boob Gear --- DAS-J( Dane Ann )
Broken leg --- Putting down three and carrying one --- Also equals new math--Sara Kedrick
Poetess Extraordinaire --- Extraordinary Creative Lady --- Linda-Marie Bariana
Poetic --- A little bug on a writer --- Sue Mason
Life Class --- Dress down, no gown --- Brian Strand
Senoir Moment --- No sap, need nap --- Brian Strand
Cool --- Kool now Koolio --- Lovely --- James Fraser
Satin Doll --- "Candy Sweet --- Alias linda Marie --- Linda Maria Bariana
Beatnik --- Long Locks, no Socks --- Brian Strand
Consultant --- Freelance Faience --- Brian Strand
Old Age --- Same Chat, Off Pat --- Brian Strand
Teenage --- Back Chat Off Pat --- Brian Strand
Autobiography --- Timeline, All Mine --- Brian Strand
Google ---Quick Look, Word Book ---Brian Strand
Errant ---Deniably Naughty --- Dane Ann
Ferocious --- Fierce Folly ---Dane Ann Continue to PART 2