Super Souper 9-16-24
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Super Souper
Super Soupers wrangle rhymes
into verses quite sublime
Taming wild-eyed metaphors
into iambic strophes galore
Lassoing doggy ironies
with clever lines, entendre ease
Galloping alliterations
corralled by personifications
Silencing cacophony
with gentle mooing euphony
Bucking wild imagery
herded into symmetry
Stampeding loco thin illusions
bulldogged into chutes of allusions
Bad hoss herds of assonance
saddled for a dressage dance
Bucking broncos hyperbole
Juxtaposed by analogy
Anaphoras on loco weed
settle into quatrain reads
Super Soupers let words rip
in rodeos of craftmanship.
A poetic community has many ingredients
Tablespoons of metaphors with Alliteration spice
A dash of Haiku makes things nice
Pour in some sonnets into a bowl
Mix in romance to make it whole
Add a sprig of thyme to the rhyme
Sprinkle in some free verse to make it sublime
Stir in some Limericks into the pot
A cup of Triolets will hit the spot
Savor the flavor as you sample the soup
As Personifications waft through the air
Prepare a Pantoum and add to the group
Add a cup of imagery to give it some flair
6-9-2024
Poetry, You are Illumination!
Not the point of descent
but the ascending apex of
God's triangles – you come to
me, a bride...after the dutiful converse,
you come to me, dear wondrous composition~
wearing your verbal gown of transparent
white:
Why do I write? And why breathe, make
love? The in and out of creation somehow
such death and resurrection becomes us
both, the draw of life despite the often
editing crosses –
We are best when up against the wall...
that writer's block, that impasse, that
paralysis!~ poetry my sledge and saw,
the reason for eyes and hands, power
to transcend vision into new horizons
however they defame you, my lyrical
rib: abuse you with singsong cords
and hackneyed personifications, even
the erudite who only basically attend
to me you are nearer perfection...
Always, a divine lover and friend!
hallucinations
vague personifications ~
hallows dark dancing
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
my silence is screaming,
shouts of a thousand words
begging to be released from
a motionless playground of
metaphors on swings
caught in the air on high,
similes stuck on monkey bars,
personifications which cannot
get off suspended see saws,
as alliterations wait for their
turn to go down on slides
while the allegories are
immobile on merry-go-rounds,
my silence is screaming while
animation wants to take over the
frozen picture
As you wait
for a turn of fate
to get things
rolling again
You pass the time
listening to music
while pondering
transformations solidified
into transparent discrepancies
relinquished by distinguished
personifications that are truly amazing.
You drift through
happy circumferences
as you smile,
gaze into the distance
of truthful overtones
that are resurrected
with the ease
of a twist of justifications
dampening your quest.
through the duration of time to think sublime
heroes are made through like hellos
the wrestling with the window
one to embark on its solstace
throughout the duration of time so fine
with love to climb upon
long lines formed in desolation
burst inside with appreciation
live long & prosper
keep your mind in heavenlies
illusively through a dream
meadows are plain in view
horizons of beautiful personifications
each door we close there's always one opened
search your heart to help impart the meaning
believe in hope
so far to cope
down to your last thin rope
love has hope we can share
let's look above to the heavenly love
sare with others a brand new you
for I sit alone idle in my room
the sweet personifications of dashing perfume
inside I melt away the dross of vivid expectations
nestled on the very fragment of a figment of my imagination
we embrace a lonesome smile yet to know all the great while
the world itself run wild
we set aside the big screen for some evil scheme
coupled with a frenzy of what's make believe
there is a way that seems right to a man
yet in the end will lead to one's death
I must clearly confess on its newest conquest
we see the drive by and we all run away to hide
the road is dangerous at times with an up hill climb
until you walk in another persons shoes
you have every right to sing the blues
knocking holes in the ceiling wall
what better way perhaps another call
we each need to relax then to bask in the vast expanse
there are two doors you can go by
yet in the long run there's still time to change the road your on
barbed wires fences with gladed trenches
lets learn to draw away from any defenses
a calmness of peaceful attributes
time has evolved into a wave of fun
discover the unique fundamental values that bring us together
one has become lax toward romance
never taking part in the dance
they lie in wait near the ocean sound
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
cold hearts have become together with its very look
the spray of fine mist is it best attributes
personifications of bright extremities unleashed
Waves have a nice way to relax you
breath deep the air with a vibrant care
cold callused hearts permeate the order
let us be patient to its calming effect
Waves will tumble then they bound
coming in and going out in its elusive existence
Quantum mechanics proves that we can be put back to,
Particles, atoms, matter and gas by physical reactions,
But such indeterminism was fought by C S Lewis boldly,
Who used capitals mid-sentence for personifications.
He wanted to personify morality and the virtues,
So said Right and Justice to detach the judge,
From the justice, from the boyfriend or the neighbour,
So that from Hawking we would in some way budge.
But libertarianism contravenes philosophical necessarianism,
By forwarding that we all have alternative possible actions.
Says we’re not predetermined by prior events and engagements,
Through a divine agent that coalesces and notions,
That truth is out there is a fact, out with our command,
But truth is real, essentially original, humanly discovered;
A god cannot call it or claim its curvature or inception,
Because an agent would make our interpretation blurred.
Truth is not solely objective, bestowed supernaturally,
But is a human relativity which we believe, tell or embody;
We all have our own being which can reap desolation,
Or liberation, if we choose to personify it for somebody.
"What does light have to do with darkness?...."
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Like mixing champagne of miscreants
Within a metaphoric glass
Of crystalline stones....
Mingling amid these guises
Fatidities of peremptory phantasms
Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed
Rising in unison unto a toast
Toward the destiny of their very own....
Whisperings billowing within their glasses
These phantoms of the Pharaohs final call
Unto finalities masquerading opera
Where on a blackened tie, adorns
The guest of honor; hollowed eyes
Smiling, as he greets them all
Raising his metaphoric glass
To these miscreants, of crystallized stone
Fatidities oracularly made realities
Standing before phelonions robes of fallacy
Fantasias final chords....
Personifications, blood red rose
Playing, now, before the final gathering
Of eternities silhouettes, forever, predisposed!
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...............The final toast...............
With the growing population
elsewhere in the world,
humanity embraces challenges
across cultures and mindsets
transparency gets into them.
Manifold experiences
in a variety of settings
schools of thought emerge
in view of opinion and comprehension.
They’re meaningful;
indeed, a dialogue of cultures.
like Jesus in the gospel who
says, “I am the gate for the sheep . . . .
I am the gate.”
His teachings in parables,
metaphors or personifications
are meant to bring
his disciples to understand well
about his mission and
his kingdom altogether.
It’s the best way to experience
the flesh and blood
of being a migrant;
welcomed and rejected
in various situations.
Lessons about hospitality
or migration in continuity
enable one to see beyond
in the context of pluriformity.
Human thoughts and reflections
generate the concept of open doors
where everyone comes
and goes with conviction –
to be Christ-like to others
and mindful of their needs and aspirations
"What does light have to do with darkness?...."
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Like mixing champagne of miscreants
Within a metaphoric glass
Of crystalline stones....
Mingling amid these guises
Fatidities of peremptory phantasms
Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed
Rising in unison unto a toast
Toward the destiny of their very own....
Whisperings billowing within their glasses
These phantoms of the Pharaohs final call
Unto finalities masquerading opera
Where on a blackened tie, adorns
The guest of honor; hollowed eyes
Smiling, as he greets them all
Raising his metaphoric glass
To these miscreants, of crystallized stone
Fatidities oracularly made realities
Standing before phelonions robes of fallacy
Fantasias final chords....
Personifications, blood red rose
Playing, now, before the final gathering
Of eternities silhouettes, forever, predisposed!
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.............The final toast.............