Carpe Diem
Miracle Man
11/6/2024
After every election its always the same,
any contest produces both winner and loser.
One always begins looking for someone to blame,
as one gets loud the other becomes a muser.
I thought Carpe Diem, as I awoke this morning,
but quickly found election news had seized my day.
The election news came, at me without warning,
We’re still all Americans, not hunter and prey.
Categories:
muser, conflict, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
K-een
I-nspired
M-user
B-egins
E-mploying
R-emarkable
L-ine's
E-xcellent
Y-early
I-dea
R-ightfully
O-ffering
S-weetness
I-n
D-ivine
O-bjective
Topic: Birthday of Kimberley A. Irosido (October 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
muser, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
H-eart
O-f
M-user
E-agerly
R-efrains
F-rom
U-sing
E-ach
N-egative
T-hing
I-n
C-omposing
I-nspiring
L-ine's
L-ovely
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Homer Fuenticilla (November 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
muser, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Hi Instagram here's why you need to stop showing me he is seeing my stories.
Cause He ain't gonna come visit my profile.
He ain't gonna tag.
All you know is he is online and all I know is it ain't for me.
Hi WhatsApp. Here's why you need to stop showing me he is online.
Cause that online ain’t ever turning into typing.
He isn't going to call.
All you know is he is online and I ain't getting no texts ever.
Hi Facebook here's why you need to stop showing me he is online.
Cause he doesn't care about what happened a year ago today,
He ain't gonna visit my profile like he used to.
All you know is he is online. All I know is, it is from you that it all began..
Categories:
muser, leaving, lonely, longing, lost
Form: Free verse
This is a palandromic poem. That is, it reads exactly the same backwards (letter by letter including the title) ignoring spaces and punctuation.
Resumes Reversed
I sat in unity—tied am I!
Evil I saw is alive, here reviled.
As a witness, eyes/irises sold I maybe keep. Oh drat!
Sad was I, how alone! I doth self-repel well.
Are vomit or foe damned?
An idle hero, my name vilified, I ceded a misdeed. Names!
I was as selfless as evil was.
I never reign; I sin. My hate, open as a gate.
Many merit a snide suffusion. Amoral I!
As not to cast filth gilded light,I—a frail, maimed, aidless, every pariah—lived as a devil.
Hair a pyre vessel diadem. I am Liar!
Faith gilded light lifts a cotton sail aroma.
No, I suffused in satire my nametag, "A Sane Poet".
A hymn I sing. I err.
Even I saw lives as selfless as a wise man.
Deeds I made decide if I live.
Many more held in a den made of rot.
I'm overall, ew, leper flesh to die.
No law, oh, I saw dastard hope eke by.
Amid losses I rise.
Yes! Sent, I was a deliverer, eh.
Evil as I was I live.
I'm a deity tin unit, a sides reverse muser.
Written 8.8.16
Categories:
muser, writing,
Form: Free verse