From the words of my beloved partner~ he spoke I inked
She’s a clutch player who excels under pressure
She’s Johnny on the spot with tenacious resolve,
One who is extremely creative, an innovative marvel
For example, surprisingly adept to any endeavors
in which she partakes and is quite vivacious,
A zany sense of humor
with a touch of sassy and with a tangy edge,
She’s a multifaceted dynamo
with an energetic verve, tenacious
and at times pugnacious
She can be a little too verbose
A Poem by Any Other Name…Should Smell Like a Poem
I ran out of time
to post my lines.
So, as I compose
I hold my nose.
Acrid alliteratives,
malodorous odes,
musty metaphors,
putrid pantoums,
reeking rhymes,
stinky stanzas,
smelly sagas,
obfuscate our olfactory organs.
So, as you read this poem
pour a stiff bourbon
and do your postmortem!
Poets create verses about Eden
And why not? Shining wonders can be made
In this paradise of green garden shade
Like the most beautiful blondes from Sweden
But when wealth reeks like an opium den
Causing visions of fair maidens to fade
Each letter’s the type to join a tirade
Of mad words drafted with reluctant pen
Conscripted lines of iambic footmen
Bid a font farewell to their loving trade
These rhymes in retrograde orbit cascade
Against injustice which rises again
Position of the universe is right
For syllables to show a little fight
thoughts
hanging in the air
certainty
uncertainties
mysteries
doubt
reaching
after fact
unweave a rainbow
in
a pursuit of love
with
sorrow 's pain
in
pleasures wreath
natures cycle
a transient
existence
in
fleeting
ebb&flow
pre occupied
let go
whispered
the
heart's beat
ODE TO ODES ®
Patterns of raindrops on my windowsills
And a rivalry with the scorching sun
Ordinate and baste me an idea
Light filters through the raindrops
Weary wind pluck me a leaf
Cascading down on the patched pavements
Breakdancing of leaves swirling
Sour and dove into the windy music
Sojourning on a brain pulsing quest
Thunders brought me shivers
And slice the sky and the rain
The cold chill poked me
Like the soft tread of a child's feet after a bath
Resort to my noble comfort
As I broil a memory
To marinate a poem.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2014
Some perhaps more fortunate poets will
With greater ease urge their heeding quill,
To tell in switching tones many juicy tales,
Of love-aided treks and shipwrecked sails.
Not so for this goofing lyricist whose
Heart-felt lays Muse hesitates to aid.
His adequately regaling yarns refuse
To relay accounts by raw feeling said.
While true impulse says song is sweet,
His loth pen lies that such ditties cheat
The listening heart with strange sights,
With fake ideals set on fictious heights.
Although unsullied emotion colors love
As that rare thing that it has often been,
His pabulum lines mar it with banal ink,
Cladding in dross the slick gold unseen.
The blundering odist displays want of skill,
But let his themes not lose their latent thrill.
Crucified for the crusades of life, giving up on odes;
Sitting in my chair sipping coffee, wishing I had known more words.
Absolute rubbish are the feeling of emotions;
when persecuted at every turn by derogatory notions.
Abhorred by the tell tales of bygone bigotry;
I did rather break some eggs at my old man's poultry.
Ode to joy,
Ode to the forests
And the gravel!
Ode to everything we,
The Searchers,
Have searched for and created for!
Ode to Marx,
We share our sorrows
In pain,
In blood,
In lust.
Share the usurpers throne,
Share it all,
The thorns,
The shrubs,
The fences,
All things innate,
All things beautiful,
All things.
On wings of sunlight,
Enchanting sonnets of peace;
Composed by the morn.
·
Rustled by the leaves,
Carried by the footless winds:
Echoed by the breeze.
·
Poems of the dawn,
Written by the morning dew:
Passionate...fresh odes.
O riginal work;
D eep within the soul
E xpressions on paper;
S elf-gratification our goal
© Stacy Lynn Stiles