linger-longer
wait-a-while
to perceive
the cadence in a smile
echoing a beat of heart
in a chest of draws
with namesakes
hidden
under the knickers
hankies
scarves and socks.
Categories:
namesakes, smile,
Form: Free verse
"O blessed Java Sparrows mostly, the rare Opals then the plentiful Greys--palm frond squatters, and the ever so oft, Mejiro birds, a.k.a., the "Japanese White-Eyed," chartreuse bodied against the legendary red Lehua blossoms of the Ohia tree," ... by the Poet's House
Negligible motions, Java Sparrows,
haiku artisan, deep in thought, attends,
dawn break wings flapped--an idea narrows,
wake unassumed thoughtless emptied pretends.
Shelved packaged bird seeds feignedly addressed,
bird tray absence spilt seeds stretch, preached as well,
slight spread outwards, fashioned spawning impressed,
near and far, Meijiro's numbered midst swell.
Shunned Java Sparrows, aimless namesakes,
Meijiro's not pleased, their own--true Zero,
starved be-trayed craftsman sentiments opaques,
overburdened, labored--the birds, ditto!
Food fills the starving, and water quench thirst,
pleased chirps harmonize--receptive mind, versed.
Categories:
namesakes, appreciation, beautiful, bird, happiness,
Form: Sonnet
Republicans are red, Democrats are blue.
Neither one gives a about you..
They are just names, that they feed to the masses..
To keep us fighting on Facebook, like a bunch of asses..
The values they held, as their namesakes imply..
Are so far away gone, only, the blind can deny..
The lobbyist will has become our guiding light..
There are extremes to the left and extremes to the right...
With not a middle class voice, being herd in the fight..
So lets elect the next rich man, to rule our middle class lives..
We'll bury our heads in the sand as we cover our eyes..
Categories:
namesakes, class, political,
Form: Rhyme
He was born with a gold mine in his head
He was raised seeking the lead
He grew up wielding the arrow
Chasing promises of tomorrow
He was praised for his liberal views
And his courage made the news
In his crave to mum the voice of his critics
He rose to cradle of politics
He braved the left wing of persecution
To rouse the cause of his liberation
His finger-run sign became a beat
That made his name a hit
Some say he's a fascist
Some say he's a populist
But his bid that truth would set his people free
Helped him capture the presidency
He pledged to curb corruption
And did it with utmost dedication
His great deeds made him a winner
And his namesakes raised his banner
But like other great figures
There were dire outcomes for his gestures
The winner president found himself in a dungeon
Being pitted to a hungry lion
Categories:
namesakes, history,
Form: Rhyme
This is my story, my telling.
It was a Monday morning
in a time that never existed.
In a past that was fictional
until it was revealed as a plot
writing by a man-made ghost-writer,
nevertheless it became this yesterday,
this legend told to a child.
Even though Mondays keep turning up
as regular as clock-work hamsters,
or as wheel walking somnambulists
all those faceless namesakes
called forth by a light-eating moon.
Even though that particular page
in a fading paperback was not recorded
but only jotted down on a slice of burnt toast
at the time,
it happened just as I say it deed.
I was ten or sometime after.
I was late for school,
I was running uphill
knowing I would get a detention slip
and then I stopped
and walked into an open field
knowing I was nobodies problem.
I left town following a disused railway track
and never turned back
but then I must have
because the following week
Monday returned like a wet dog
coming in from the rain.
And that is that
except it's all very hazy,
however the day after Sunday
keeps returning now
to haunt my disappearing footsteps.
Categories:
namesakes, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We never knew her real name, called her Ram Girl Bailey.
She was fluffy like her namesakes, her life placid and boring.
Stayed to herself, loving rams, nurturing them daily.
She bleated like them, her empathy for them soaring.
Ram Girl Bailey never married but was happier than others.
She rarely had depressing days, anger or any strife.
Spending her life among ram babies and their thoughtful mothers.
We never understood it, but it was her best kind of life.
Categories:
namesakes, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
I saw a sundrop in a field,
a daffodil to be exact,
stand brave upon the snow-filled tract.
In blighting cold it would not yield;
long since its fellows disappeared
to that one spot it still adhered,
though flurries did the winter wield.
The autumn did its namesakes in
before the hoarfrost could begin
and slicing gusts now unconcealed,
with falling rain becoming snow.
The way of death it would not go
as though behind a covert shield
that kept its sunlit attitude
when sleet unto the land ensued.
I saw a sundrop in the field,
in blighting cold it would not yield,
though flurries did the winter wield
and slicing gusts now unconcealed,
as though behind a covert shield.
11/15/17
Categories:
namesakes, hope, metaphor, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Beside Every Iridescent Node Grows
Beauty, Eyeing, Instigating, Nodding Gracefully.
Bounty Energizes Inundating Nascent Growth.
Brilliant Emerald Ignites Newborn Grains.
Bathers Each In Nuance Gather.
Beyond Eternity, Infinite Night Gropes.
Beside Emerging Isotopes Nonchalantly Grasping
Bottle-necked Entities In Nature’s Great
Beneficence Engages Ideology's Non-sequitur
Givers.
Bare endings. Idols Neglected Gape.
Basking Ecclesiastic Idiosyncrasies Nascent Glow.
Because Each Idol Names Great
Beauty. Effigies, Itinerant Namesakes, Grin.
Beside Each, I Narcissus' Grow.
being being being being being being being
First Published in Femmewise Cat
Categories:
namesakes, life,
Form: Verse
The wind burnt the chill of infant cheek angling for sinkers
unable in the lavender light of dusk to rise, the wind purrs.
A catfish, with finger long whiskers, thrashes in the dusk;
just landed by the hunter, a salt peter pounded writhing husk.
Lost in hunger's lust the fish hunter's fire dies without pain,
hooked by the wind's burn, chilled, the sink holes now blackened, drain.
The wind stills, no longer lithe; it lies, no longer owning, anything;
no longer moaning, not intoning, not even groaning.
Calm now lies angry in the hollow seeking its rebirth,
slipping round and round, it sorrows, wind winding the earth.
Categories:
namesakes, crazy, fantasy,
Form: Couplet
GHOST ON FACEBOOK.
Kindly search for Lady Angelica
Chase
You would fill this an element of
My craze
She messages me only on
Sundays,
As her profile picture still remains
Naked
Covered in black lace,
That my eyes continues to strain.
Every time I search for her updates
Imagine, the screen says,
No search found, is this the name
For a label or place.
My confusion has become elaborate
These page messages me only on
Sabbath days,
Suddenly she fades that none
Will ever trace.
Her friends list are only eight
Females,
Three's profile pictures are very faint
Her remaining's status is always the
Same,
“Darkness is my age
For my forgiveness is delivered
In pain”.
These five are all namesakes
Same age,
Different images but the same grade.
Your enjoyment is all I aim,
Sure you enjoyed this fiction of
A poets brain,
Words so sweet is my name,
Since poetry has been laid
None knows my duplicate.
Habib Akewusola.
Categories:
namesakes, artme,
Form: Ballad
Boots in air
an elite brain hangs out
from the tall tears.
It does not search an exit.
Time moves out
with a murder in eyes.
Leading a spartan life
in a lair, in tune
with absolutely zilch.
A sexy mouth mimes
for a glittering tree.
Parakeets were coming in swarms.
Can you believe, he was
in a hit list
of a gliding moon ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
namesakes, art,
Form: ABC
Hey, guys...Since I've been negligent regarding clue posting; The Super Quiz
deadline will be extended till midnight of Friday 10/19/07. So, good luck- and
here is clue recap, once again- No. 1)It can be associated with keyboard humor.
No.2)Yikes, strikes, thumbs in dykes/dikes- actual spelling should have been
dikes- remember, I admit being brain-dead. No.3)It's namesakes generally
come in pairs. New; No.4) It's sweet to the senses, of that, you can bet your hat.
Good Luck!!!
Categories:
namesakes, adventure, allegory, mystery, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
"It's namesakes generally come in pairs"
As of this posting, reward value has dropped to 7 pts. ....Don't let this beat you!!!
Show the world your brain-power, and intuitive skills!!
Categories:
namesakes, adventure, computer-internet, confusion, mystery,
Form: I do not know?