Outbreak of tuberculosis
Out and out ridiculousness
Outcomers who refuse inoculations
Outgrowth of a new pandemic
Outlandish selfishness and self-importance
Outrageous and intolerable
Outside of common sense
Outstandingly self-absorbed and neglectful
PLEASE STAY
I’ve grown accustomed to your love;
Don’t leave me now.
I’m sure that we can work it out.
We have to try somehow.
You say I’ve been neglectful
And I admit that it is true.
I’ve been busy building a career
And left no time for you.
So now I’ll make adjustments,
Leave work at five each night
And do whatever’s needed
To get the balance right.
For nothing’s more important
To me than what we share.
So please unpack that suitcase
And tell me you’ll be there.
9th June 2023
Random Phrases Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Miranda Hawley
All unknowingly we cultivate,
create wild flowers and garden escapes
from all those restless hours
of an ambiguous life.
Tomorrow happens,
it picks up our discarded clothes
dresses sloppily
shuffles into a daylight
visible only to hermit crabs
and night-wounded owls.
And yet the uncreated creates
green thumbs sprout forests
from the soil under
our scrabbling nails.
We are brilliant today,
we shine within a crystal clear
glass of new wine,
bring forth tangled gardens
clear land, till and sow
all oblivious
as we lay idle
wondering what next?
A deadbeat drug addict Frank was stark mean
A cheat he made all the money not clean
Neglectful father single
With him children didn’t mingle
He died in coma of Covid nineteen.
__________________
April 16, 2022
TV Show : Shameless
Rhyme checked on rhymezone.com
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : On A Lim
Sponsored by : Joseph May
What have we done to our blue skies what have we done to our land
neglectful beings that we are we abused the works of His doting hand
What made us think that we were Kings in a Kingdom not quite ours
with Mother Nature maimed we're paupers, living on counted hours
Rows of sprouted thoughts have withered
dying of thirst, drying up in a field of grief,
and I, their neglectful sower, helplessly sit
as time elapses, watching them expire.
November 1, 2021
Liberum Divisa 8 Contest
sponsor:: Gregory R. Barden
Excerpt from 'The Bereft Poet' 1/24/21
The distant hums,
The iron ovums,
I can hear the echos,
Of those who used to be here,
They sound with much woe,
And the ground is stained with their forgotten tears,
I cannot tell if the red stuff,
Is their regretful blood,
or neglectful rust,
And comes sounds of lifeless flood,
The teeth still nash,
But of gears,
The hammers still crash,
But without fear,
The clock still rings,
But there are no ears,
The lights still ping,
But no eyes are near,
What could have happened their role,
That left this place empty and without soul,
Where did those happy smiles go,
And why must they leave this place as so,
Despite the way it leads,
A heart still beats,
But it beats not in hopes they will arrive,
But only to keep this place alive.
Shut eyelids in duty-filled rooms
Instant graveyards make of busy offices:
A longing for robots to take over the brooms
Or complete the suspended notices!
Eyes are closed by wage-earners,
In their old jobs seeming accursed learners:
What, if their superiors’ sneaking visits happen?
Nearly all confidential files riskily open!
The secretaries’ bulging documents are sorting themselves out
And the bursting queues outside can’t repress a shout
Soon, angrily punching the air
Because the whole after is unfair
But only disfiguring the wind, not their problems
Staring back at the Christians and not sparing the Moslems.
They are all in there eyes courting deceiving dreams
And three or four waiters are about to beget a frightening crowd.
The sleepers’ snores betraying Satan’s hymns,
Gradually authority acquiring, progressively loud.
Sleeping on duty is detected,
When silence still answers the affected
Long after the bell for attention has been pressed
For the taker of neglectful rest.
Wallflowers were once your favorite bloom,
so you suddenly plucked me from off the wall.
Half dead, but not yet in the tomb,
you treated me like your little doll.
You revived me to speech and gave me a name,
aligned my character to please your own.
I belonged to you, you'd assertively claim.
I was flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone.
Alone at the courthouse, we would wed
in spite of warnings from both sides.
I was somewhat alive, not yet dead,
scuffing through the room with cautious slides.
Your love was sudden, then revealed illusive.
When I revived, you became a zombie.
I guess better neglectful that abusive.
I became a part of you as you became a part of me.
12-8-2020
The Last Walk Together
Shrouds cast purposed a dire malaise,
inscribed plaudits hallow tombstones,
absorbing bores coped brimmed blase,
a raised veil, e'er wet-eyes stream blued,
stays balanced, shifted acquiesce,
resume pace, neglectful of mood,
umbrae molds clear, a mien shone glit,
poised calm prosed a pious meek speech,
laid wreaths, last steps rounds a life flit.
*Used HMS & RZ
2020 October 23
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Tercets
~~Constance La France
I can count on one hand how many times I've hunted for sex
Otherwise I'm intreged by how she confronts my respect
With her neglectful insulting self worshiping eyes
With her slowly growing suprize by my burning insides
I've devised plans to manage like my damage control
But her heart's far too vicous without handles to hold
Walking the planets land my j's erode and vanish
Searching for hope that's not so much illusive as banished
I climb inside my newly aquired eyelids, hiding from sight
While hate takes love to court for pain's priracy rights
Most have a child deep inside that inhabits since birth
My kid swims the surface disturbing and splashing the surf
So she can observe how the mind of the confused works
Trying new ways of describing doing justice to words ..
Shards of glass compressed retention
Made a pass for hope ascension
Honey wall no matter silly
Stumble strong tow tally dilly
Master Stein the corner set
Write a draft and then forget
Once a meaning fleeting fast
Like a heartbeat never lasts
Plastered will neglectful matter
Purposeful reduction chatter
Polymorphous agony
To dialect reducing me
My past comes back to haunt me
Many times in life
What God has forgiven
Others haven’t forgotten
There are times when I remember
That I did the thing so wrong
No one seems to remember
How long that time’s been gone
God filled me with a love
That is without conditions
Love that lives inside of me
Willing to give so generously
God has changed my heart
From selfish and neglectful
Into one of faith and hope
Feelings of pure selflessness
God has worked on my life
And He continues to provide
New ways of giving back to the world
With a heart that loves unconditionally!
Two penguin parents and their chick
Are bringing people ‘round
To ogle at their lifestyle
And the happiness they’ve found.
Australians are delighted
At the airing of this tale
For the parents, Sphen and Magic,
Are both penguins who are male.
Their obvious affection
Led their keepers to decide
To entrust them with an egg
Neglectful parents did provide.
They built a nest and alternated
Sitting ‘til it hatched,
Each spending near a month, a time
No other penguins matched.
Though humans often battle
Over whether gays should wed,
They should look to Sphen and Magic,
Seeing what their love has bred.
Oh, go away yesterday!
Seven, very restless and acting mostly on a whim
He’d always called on dad, to teach or play with him
But always got “I’m busy”, with dad’s countenance dim
Oh, go away yesterday!
Consumed by conflicting emotions, days would go by
His tender heart would not to forgiveness, say goodbye
Yet, at every call, dad’s words would force him into a cry
Oh, go away yesterday!
Feeling unloved and forsaken; with no fatherly guide
He’d left home a young teen, to take destiny in his stride
And in never being dependent on another, take pride
Oh, go away yesterday!
Grief-stricken and now grey, dad had come to bond anew
Pondering, “will I be received or paid my neglectful due”?
Breathless, son had said to self, before “dad, I love you”
“Oh, go away yesterday!”
5/11/18
Entry for Rhyme and Refrain Contest.
Sponsor: Broken Wings.
Theme – Oh, go away yesterday.
Keywords required: Emotions, breathless, forsaken, destiny
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