Urgent intentions will not be virtuous enough;
To mention, of the better, which path is it paved from?
Hell purges etchings of where your silhouette set drops.
Like Cloisonné flattened edgeways, beauty finds a brush.
You can do what's right as long as it can still be done,
But from where the comfort derives weighs more than the sun.
Strip your palms and find the bones, actions can't change the blood.
Rid the dawn of the fight you hope, where passions won;
Self-designation tropes mimic, even lack thereof.
We do all that we can do, but whose posture becomes
the fare, collateral damage we forget to fund?
Inwards piecing shape to form what cannot be undone,
whether from what you see or say, grievance follows us
Contort wilds towards tending the tame, normal but not;
We are not of what we are, but of what we become.
So however we see ourselves; Image falsely knots.
We can't know of tomorrow but that's where we are from.
Brie on baguette with rosé
a picnic for two in the park
moments of spontaneity to treasure
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
B-est
E-ver
L-ife's
I-nsight
N-ever
D-enies
A-ll
T-houghts
U-pheld
B-y
E-ach
R-ighteous
A-nalysis
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Belinda G. Tubera)
Bee's wings beat eleven thousand four hundred times a minute
According to a scientific manual for children
I stare at this fact
Wondering
Who measured these beats
And how?
Even if cast into the river’s flow,
Measure it first, they say, before you let it go.
But how to measure—that’s where the strife,
Countless contradictions arise in life.
A millionaire with wealth untold,
Spends billions on a wedding, bold.
We criticize with envy and disdain,
Yet give our life’s savings to heirs, with no shame.
sounds of a heartbeat
still moments of concern
cries from a newborn
the world has changed
today brings a new reality
beauty has bloomed
tomorrow is full of promises
days will be washed in memories
time is now measured
the sound of a heartbeat overwhelms
Man's bravery is attitude
when has to apply fortitude
separating fear emotion
tough heart beating in vibration
acting safely in certitude
You can measure your calories
not the pleasures of a full-filling meal
You can measure your steps
not the pleasures of a relaxing walk
You can measure your days of life
they say time is an illusion anyway
You can measure a lot of things
the beauty of life is often in un-measured
Bereft and alone
since love was lost,
she sits in shadows,
sipping claret
from crystal.
Day from night
cannot be told.
Time no longer sifts
through the glass.
Every hour
is measured
by emptiness.
She's drawn the drapes,
praying an eclipse
will fill an abyss
by swallowing
the glowing moon.
Entombed as though
in a sepulcher,
her insipid soul
sits spiritless.
No spark of life
can be roused
in vacant eyes
or hollow heart.
Naught but the dark
does she seek;
only that and
sipping claret
from crystal.
April 11th, 2021
Anacreontic Verse Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
wielded wits whooshed
perforating pouting pool
yearning yields pruned
vying voluptuous clues
dark drips dribbled
callous crest crippled
hoisted hanker healed
sumptuous syllables seeped'n
crumbling curvy creed
mystic melody moaned
cupped crescendos' clone
haughty rhythm robed
porous pasts punctured
meagre memories measured.
'20:03:28:11:33
Note: Dedicated to Jedidiah, King Solomon.
M-eter
I-n
L-ines
E-xpresses
S-tress
Topic: Birthday of Miles Guevarra (April 2)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
He measured my height,
and weighed me in kilograms.
My body index he obtained
“You are fat and glittering”, he told me.
“You pollute air and cause greenhouse effect.
The earth is in danger due your weight.
Crime you have committed.
Your body you torture daily.
Here is arrest warrant. Take him. Go.
Ten years in prison from today.
Starve well to learn being healthy,
and save mother earth”.
Why can't you see what's happening
You keep those blinders on
You stater the fences
You put up defenses
Of oddities complied in stone
Yet you look all around
And none can be found
Mercies have not yet been honed
Why I spy all around me
And everything I see
In none glittered, and solid not poured
Remember in wealth everything
Not always measured in Gold
10/07/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Measure your thoughts across this page
Allow your eyes to move from left to right
That they might sink with each word
Into your soul like concrete blocks
Or grow slowly in your conscious mind
As a butterfly might pass softly by your sight
Remind you, you are alive
To read thousands more or maybe not
This might be your last poem ever read
That would make you dead or worse
To not be able to make another poem yourself
"How is love being measured?" That, I should tell you
Naivety and ignorance is the best-est thing you can do
For crooks and chouses plan to extort
So you perceive pain and suffering as their last resort
Do they kiss and tell their feelings bade?
Or do they bound their affections and let it wane?
Do they think of you and their hearts to you portrayed?
Or do they think of you as an irritating lass with emotional bane?
Time has nothing to do with petty things
Never gave freedom, never gave wings
In the most delusional sense, they cage your soul
Starves you of attention, then cuts you down whole
Love is never measured by distance
For it goes on and leaves you, all throughout resistant
I don't know what Love is, nor I am aware of it to be
So pray to God, pray to Him for people like me.
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