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the mahurat bells rang
as spines cracked like temple doors—
pages breathing worlds
into the cutest silence
where past participles dreamt
Put it down to a grey-haired obsession;
Participles are a vexed question.
Even though it sounds quaint,
Elegant it ain't,
Robbing gerunds of their possessions!
in the silence
of the night
ring loudest
words unsaid
the gaps
the hesitations
admissions left
half hanging
AP: 3rd place 2021
Skipping is binary,
one, nought, one, nought, one.
Clip clop.
Tick tock.
One foot up, skip.
Next foot up, skip.
Hop, step and jump,
'tis hopscotch time.
Heart in love, skips a beat.
Electrons skip in quantum rings,
dangling their participles.
Skipping off-beat in music
it's syncopation.
Flat stone, flat-thrown
bounces, skims and skips 'oer pond
plink, ploink, plink ploink, plonk.
Notice, perchance if you will,
each skip is smaller, than the one before,
descending in declension to rest.
hic, haec, hoc
huic, huic, huic
hunc, hanc, hoc
hoc, hac, hoc
Aah
young whippersnapper brain
pours out her last idea
flicking adjectives into dirty dumpster
nouns prance off, disgusted
without elaboration or fancy descriptions
verbs take the lead,
kicking their adverbs to the curb
your nuances no longer welcome,
a mob mentality
seeking satisfaction in a brick alley
prepositions begin to arrive at the front
under the discarded boxes
searching through the rubble of the day
one climbs up the filthy trash heap
jumping into a pile of overused words
word play being what it is,
startling, laughing, loving gerunds arrive
carrying participles on their backs.
They cannot stop hitting, hurting and killing each other
Stop! Title yells. I want some kind of legacy.
I have no words to add, being mute and respectful of my elders
I am a mere homophone,
too consternated to know these two warring factions
well enough to take sides.
Quickly close the door on your past participles and advance your dead bolt on the here and now, lie your present lifemat for the doormat benefit of others that seek your presence unannounced unfolded and unheralded. Only unlock it for that measured moment near futured unless it's your unique unfettered thoughts split by zealous zippers including a wise change of ID pass keys and partisan elopers with Ego picked locksets of Superego welcomes, so all doors lead to open season consequences on every spit slighted in/on/by/for/all inhabitionless endeavor exiles----blindly reinstated. Time winds a lifeless loss of cell files as the body dies---------------your given essence flies to any/all available soft, sunrise set recompense of deeds done to all in need indeed. Please sign at the Nirvana X_________________. Please remember to take your receipt. Folly.
Poets pen Personifications, Pantoums, plus Prose
Providing prepositions, present participles prettily pose
Patiently presenting parodies
Portraying powerful persuasive possibilities
Painting pictures poetically
Persistently pursuing perfect phrases
Perfectly pleased postin poems
12-10-2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
"Sung In"
We are notes
on the tongue
of God
Each of us words
in a never ending
sentence
Music is math
God breathes us in
out of Time
We are but droplets
past and present
participles
wet behind the ears
unable to hear
the full melody
of
"what is this song?"
We move
punched out
perfect and yet wrong
holy and unholy
chords pulled tight
and we are automata running
under the pedals
of bare feet bleeding
playing a symphony
We do not fully understand
and we are slowly
beings being
low tides
caught in the ripped veil
sung in
blind
unseeing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Radiohead - "Everything In Its Right Place" (slow version)
Artist: XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/B5mrbr5qTDQ
Second row to the board!
These words could not just be ignored
I’m thinking but a vintage few
Would even start to have a clue
Nostalgia begs those days at school
With steely nuns whose stare would rule
Blackboards and their squeaky clamor
Chalked Arithmetic and grammar
When called upon to diagram
By row, we took final exam
Our sentence structure, now to see
Whose brain has not been absentee
With prepositions, verbs and nouns
We hit the boards, such eager sounds
Arms held tight, just the right angle
Participles must not dangle!
Every time something breaks
like the pipe in the wall
we heard gushing
this morning
my wife wants to call
a repairman because
I can’t fix anything
except split infinitives
and dangling participles
and I usually agree
but this time
I mention the kayaks
in the attic and say
why don’t we hop
in the kayaks
open the front door
and sail down the street
wave to the neighbors
cutting their grass
planting their peonies
worrying about crime
and shout best of luck
we’re tired of the good life
we’re sailing away.
Donal Mahoney
Poems Are Transparent
Poets said it is apparent my poems are transparent
As an intellectual quality seeming to be inherent
In each poem of mine being written by me
What should I do to make poems much better be?
Could start by verbs correctly conjugating
Be patient when writing and longer waiting
Never do create poems discovered despairing
Make full of feeling and people for caring.
Doubles negatives make sure you denounce
On dangling participles be prepared to pounce
Even if difficult, damnable and very disturbing
Bad and belligerent language should be curbing.
Remember adjectives pretending to predicate
And adverse to adjectives after having fill of it
If for correct grammar at table you are pining
Should start serving some sentence outlining.
At end of poem all these factors are combined
Composure of poem is well-defined and designed
After each effort error dropped off and did disappear
You became either Frost, Browning or Shakespeare.
I forgot and did leave out my other two favorites
who are Ogden Nash and Will Rogers. Combine
them all together and that is what my poetic
prowess consists of.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
I was punctured by punctuations
The words you wielded with such disdain
A ravenous revolutionary
Pitilessly piercing deep into my vein
I pretended such positivity
Holding happy forward as my shield
Your attack so precise and persistent
cold and calculated you would not yield
You left little to the imagination
Expressive expletives flowed from your lips
The harmonization of my horror
I was firmly nestled within its grips
Attacked by your callous conversations
Skillfully white washing every event
They were but measly misunderstandings
Never the nouns that I thought you had meant
The truth is that I perceived your pleasure
Within that capacity of your cruel
Heading towards a cliff like a lemming
Dancing dangerously close like a fool
So I sought out new triumphant treasures
Better lines lead to a more complete me
No more would I dangle dangerously
Halting hearing you speak helped me to see!
Debates over rhyming centuries old
A contentious issue so passions fueled
Strong opinions expressed for and against
Rhyming customs; protests they’re a must
Flagrant disregard for the hallowed rules
An abomination, for sure a crime,
Cries for poetic justice! What sentence
Befits breaking a literary commandment?
Dangle offenders’ participles from on high?
Must it rhyme? At times, it feels forced, mannered,
Affected, and unnatural, fits ill
Does not enhance the poem or add meaning.
An appendage attached for custom.
Liberate the poems from the fetters of rhyme.
Rebel, invoke poetic license please!
Trust the ears rather than conventions,
Revolt and insist on innovation.
Be a rebel with a cause – metamorphose –
Invent new forms, eschew rhyming custom.
******************** "Word Nerds" (like me)... ************
**************Please Have Fun & Read VERY Closely:)***********
Now and again
a word
sneakily obscure
approaches the fog in me
screams its name suddenly
Apropos adverbs appear
clearly
startling
perplexing
precarious adjectives
slick little nouns
caught hiding
beyond babbling brooks
sent to exile
defiling crooks
"pro"fessional nouns
jailed beneath eight parts of speech.
Preposition-ed
pre-fixed subjects
elusive predicates
slithering suffix-ation
turn-ing key
delicately
through holes
freeing vocabulary
trapped
within prison cells
synonyms
pen bars
filled in
the past participles.
Plagued
like Job's tedious job of
siphoning
deciphering
homographs from heteronyms.
Words never mind!
they wind the mind gliding in the wind...
many would venture that
it's side-to-side
that counts on the counting line
but i maintain, if you please
that farther up, it's the vertices
though i grant that each side
has it's tilt, if never to ends
that each totter is built
the teeter is sweeter
when thumped down then wooshed up
swinging dangling participles and legs
one begs with joyous glee, for more
waitless, gravity certain to top the vertice
then way little on the way down
'til bottomed-out at thumping sound
downs-n-ups and ins-n-outs
that's what the fun's all about
so take the ride if you dare
to carelessly turn and point to where
the edges of merriment are thought to be
way out upon the vertices
© Goode Guy 2013-06-06
this one's above my play grade!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertices
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