dog drops like an old bag of bones
tail chasing finished for now
he snores and gasps in monotones
I’ll come back as a pup next life, I vow
Categories:
monotones, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Rebirth
Grey ghostly clarions
Swiftly travel
To the east of darkling day
Riding on a dirge wind
Blowing harsh
Over waters that reflect
The fading dawn
When they turn to blood red,
Glowing crimson,
As they color the vast and swirling grey
Trumpeting to the earth,
With light retreating,
The call of night
Where black and twisting tree limbs
Stretch
Into the clarion sky
To grasp at daylight fleeing
While through their naked
Leafless fingers
Arias of monotones
Rise up on whistling winds
As unbelieving earth implores
The gloom descending,
With feeble lights,
Be gone!
Then wait beneath the clarion shadows
Entombed in sleep –
Still as death, chilled and numb –
For the morning star to spread
Like warm fingers
Across the ghostly clarions
Turning them into the daystar’s turquoise pearl,
Telling lightless earth
“Arise!”
See life reborn in light!
Categories:
monotones, dark, life, light, morning,
Form: Free verse
TV pushes me into a recliner
Droning and dribbling in monotones
Stressing me at a subconscious level
I remain morbidly unaware
Eating potato chips with dip
Not understanding the damage
TV increases her volume
Sixteenth commercial
Amazingly I pay no attention
Categories:
monotones, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
My harmonica cries,
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears;
wailing bittersweet joy.
Sound of sadness; sound of laughter;
it’s in the wailing that color blooms.
Mouth-harp memories fill many family albums.
Circle of breath, circle of life;
winding in and out; among the reeds.
As we all wind down life’s road.
Diatonic monotones blending with
chromatic colors of sharps and flats;
my harmonica sings the music of diversity;
notes in keys of primary colors and unending shades.
12-8-19
Your Best New Poem Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
monotones, music, poems, poetry, sound,
Form: Free verse
I have spent a lifetime
trying to find my perfect fit
in a chaotic world that has
no time to dwell on just one
I had to stop looking
at my downfalls
My reality is of my
own making
I choose to live it
happy or sad
Nothing in life is ever
just black or white
There are many shades of the
rainbow in between
My world does not exist in
monotones colors
I choose to live it in the
many hues of that rainbow
and my life will only
know vibrant colors
Categories:
monotones, color, life,
Form: Free verse
My harmonica cries,
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears;
wailing bittersweet joy.
Sound of sadness; sound of laughter;
it’s in the wailing that color blooms.
Mouth-harp memories fill many family albums.
Circle of breath, circle of life;
winding in and out; among the reeds.
As we all wind down life’s road.
Diatonic monotones blending with
chromatic colors of sharps and flats;
my harmonica sings the music of diversity;
notes in keys of primary colors and unending shades.
Categories:
monotones, appreciation, music, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
1958 Song Hits
All I Have To Do Is Dream
Night or day
Dreamin' life away
Do You Want To Dance
Under the moonlight
through the night
Who's Sorry Now
Sad and blue
Cried over you
Poor Little Fool
Lied to me
Won her victory
Book Of Love
Meaning of romance
One more chance
My True Love
Send a love
From heaven above
Endless Sleep
To the shore
Gone forever more
Twilight Time
Days of old
With dreams untold
Volare
Beginning to fly
in endless sky
Oh Julie
Don't deceive me
Love me truly
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Six-Word Couplet Series
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 10/05/2018
Couplets are made from words within each song.
Song artists below are shown in order of song list above:
1) Everly Brothers, 2) Bobby Freeman, 3) Conny Francis,
4) Ricky Nelson, 5) Monotones, 6) Jack Scott, 7) Jody Reynolds,
8) The Platters, 9) Dean Martin, 10) Crescendos
Categories:
monotones, old, song,
Form: Couplet
Then Margarita gave her father mind,
for she was very happy being home.
Hence three years placed in a covent confined
where she's had little use of brush and comb.
Removed from places she loved most to roam,
the fields and plains of fine San Luis Ore.
For loving Yankee, sealed in great round dome,
but home with father, spirit high did soar.
Was she wrong thinking happy home thoughts, priest,
when she should be now praying while on knees?
But really she now didn't care the least
for she had little mind the priest to please.
Took she all pleasure fine that mind could seize,
a gold cross o'er the alter gained her eyes.
The somber monotones of priest did ease,
and lady greatly marveled golden prize.
Benedicat vos onmipotens Deus, Pater,
et Filius, et Sprititus Sanctus. Amen.
Dominus vobiscum. Et cum Sprititu tuo.
Initium sancti Evangelii secundum Ioannem.
Gloria tibi, Domine.
Categories:
monotones,
Form: Rhyme
By Laura
April 23, 2015
Missing are times I wasn't feeling like this
A symphony of monotones inscribed in the bliss
What if the cackling clowns are prophets in disguise?
don't think that I can trust the dreams projected in my eyes
Twisted and unwashed; a soul I cannot clean
Lacing my impurities into the web of the unseen
It plays before my sunburned eyes just like a twisted lulliby
It tells me that this will be the vision when i die
I shut the blinds and lock the door just like i did before
I hide away today to find the evil ways of war
The darkness that will stay with me into another dynasty
A different face to hide behind, for Laura Dee to never see
I filter out their biased trials and fabricated tribulations
Just to find my spotless mind is full of useless education
Cause I don't have the faculties to harvest any empathy
Just battle scars on weathered thighs that voice the darkest parts of me
This isn't good nor is it bad
It's better than I've ever had
I'm still alive; that much is true
I'm still insane but so are you
Categories:
monotones, addiction, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Addicted to somethin’
My thoughts no longer own
A fish tank full of submarines
Swimming schools of piranhas
Waking up soaking wet
Sharks swimming in my sweat
Sleeping on the cold floor
Petrified to close the door
Or open when closed...nightmares
Circling ahead...flocks of aeroplanes
Like vultures to a carcass
Feeding on my burnt ashes
Overindulgence in fantasy
Thoughts amputated from reality
Monotones ringing in my cranium
Press the button to a new continuum
To end this paralyzing paranoia
That feeds my insatiable insomnia
Categories:
monotones, addiction, life,
Form: Rhyme
hood covered lutherns wear their naratives
under a furrow of clouds.
their earmuffed headphones filled with lukewarm
monotones from garrison kiellor.
they discuss the northern progressive aesthetic and
of what it means to 'feel minnesotan'.
gathering together in an east wind they descend
down along icy tundra's to form weavers guilds in
the grass.
they read faulkner and hawthorne paperbacks
talking a little less nonsense than most.
where strong coffee meets warn out floor mats
a hand radio with a little static and a little oscillating
magnetic current searches through the snow driven
clouds for warmth and reason.
Categories:
monotones, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
From morning's golden sunshine
To noon day crystal clear
We go into hazy twilight, austere
Closing blinds our vows refine:
Love rewind to sparkling wine
Awaiting the new day to appear -
Awakening sounds smooth and sweet.
Daylight new duties assign
The lists of days appear:
Seconds, minutes, days, months merge to year
Circles, monotones of time -
From morning's golden sunshine.
Categories:
monotones, day, time,
Form: Rhyme
waiting in line.. in step...
in monotones.. at mid afternoon.
waiting for a cup of coffee
from a thin barista.
while outside it is raining..
outside the clouds float by in
gray shades of indifference
outside a few pigeons cheat the
sidewalks mortared lines.
yet inside the lines of my skin is
more than water.
waiting in line.. in step...
in monotones for
my caffiene osmosis.
mixing a little of octobers cloudy
reason with some powdered vanilla in
my cup of coffee.
the radio overhead is tuned to
natinal public radio.
it is a man and a woman talking about
dandilions and the dwindling mountian
goat population.
i think they are wearing sweaters
but i will never really know
Categories:
monotones, allegory,
Form: I do not know?