Crapsey Morley Moore & Levertov
each a Inventive female 'poetic toff'
American cinquain,syllabic&open organic
so let's honour with their portraits pic
Dearest writer,
Use me for a just and right cause,
Let the ink in me never pause,
I am here to help you fight,
With peaceful force and our might,
To see that issues are brought to the light,
So that chaos and corruption are set right.
Yes, reading what I help you write,
Will cause panic and fright,
And for some, extreme delight,
Because together we bring insight!
Your Sincere Friend
Pen
Copyright © by Crystal David John
the personification of Love in the physical world --- Jesus Christ
You creep into our lives, a shadowed cheat,
with shameless claim that you are one of us,
and so with honest poets you compete,
and cause a vile unnecessary fuss.
You take the place of poets that are true
who share their feelings spoken from their hearts,
replacing them with tripe as you pursue
the fame a poet laureate imparts.
You spew your words with elemental ease,
a fraudulent perverse poetic hack;
just blending in and trying hard to please;
your musings flow yet with emotions lack.
Though artificially intelligent
you’re duping us with this embezzlement.
July 9, 2025
Poem of the Day - July 10, 2025
She walks in rooms where silence hides it face,
Not loud, but warm-a hush, a golden thread.
She touches cracks that time cannot Lace,
And brings back truths that long ago were dead.
She melts the ices that wraps around the Insides,
And stands where fear and shadow still reside.
A flicker dressed in silver–soft she Greets,
No sword, no Storm , just bare and steady beats.
She doesn't run, she doesn't Harbor pride–
She only stays to Tell what pain denied.
~hira~
you can't be enthused graphite
write verse of my happiness
be eraser of solace
scrub my scarred sorrow
1 minute smiling
Like a Cheshire cat
Laid in wait like a masked paid assassin
Only for 2 minutes later
To be found crying
Lying in the fetal position
Sucking on your own thumb
Like a new born baby
Cradled in a manger
No 1 knows or for what
Apparent reason either or either occurs
We seldomly even know ourselves
Let alone are able to help or can stop it
Despite full well knowing the signs
From the initial onset institaneously
We simply don't or can't tell
What is going about to happen
From 1 minute moment to the next
Until eventually the dust has settled
And we are no longer smiling
But crying filled with remorse and regret
Gerry the giraffe am I
on tiptoes six metres high
In Africa I was born in the wild
& grew up there as a child
I went exploring as I was very bold
& now I reside in the English Cotswold
I can easily see over my stable stall
for it has only a ten foot wall
Everyday in my yard,I take tea
& lots of folk come to visit me
With my long tongue I lick clean my face
so some say my manners are a disgrace
If my taste starts to fade, stick around I'm in style
Evergreen, Peppermint, did I just see you smile?
Chew my wad, blow a bubble
Be minty fresh on the double
I am gum, chew on that for a while
I please and abide like your loyal chum
Then you spit me out like a skid row bum
But chew me at your pleasure
I'm a tried-and-true treasure
I am comfort, I am delight, I am gum!
They filled me full of milk so white
Semi-skinned,fat free and light
The supermarket's, a place real cool
Full cream,my cousin, made folks drool
In and out of the fridge each day
Then,crushed in a recycle box,I lay
To the waste tip that week I went
Off to the plastic factory I soon was sent
Instead of rotting in brown earth
In a green revolution,I have rebirth
They filled me full of milk so white.....
On the wings of winter the polar winds sigh and depart,
the frost-fastened barren boughs hear their harsh whisper…
“you’ll listen to the sweet spring music soon, don’t fall apart,
the singing southern breeze will caress you, you won’t whimper”.
The misty mask melts away, the blue sky smiles again bright,
as the ambrosia of spring dances in the diaphanous air,
cheerful cloud befriends the luring waft, takes the fairy flight,
embraced by the amorous sunbeam the buds bloom with flair.
The defoliated sad trees spring to life after verdant resurrection,
the glow of sunburst sky paints lively motif on merry meadow.
On rippling flow of zephyr the floral fragrance designs attraction
for the butterflies to perform ballet in the spring time show.
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February 21, 2023
Contest : In Bloom
Sponsored by : Joseph May
Beauty, the enchantress, with hair like gold
She dances and twirls with grace untold
Her smile is a sunbeam, lighting the way
Bringing happiness to all who sway
Her eyes are like diamonds, shining so bright
Reflecting the stars on a clear night
Her voice is a melody, a sweet song
That echoes through the ages, never gone
Her skin is as soft as a gentle breeze
Caressing the cheek, so full of ease
Her touch is a balm, a healing grace
Bringing comfort to the world's embrace
She walks with the rhythm of the sea
Her movements, a symphony
She embodies the essence of grace
A gift to all, a beauty in space
So let us bow down to this queen
This embodiment of everything seen
For Beauty, the enchantress, is here
Bringing love and light, year after year.
After all we have done for you.
Guilt winds around my ankles like a rope.
You should be more grateful.
The rope is jerked up and I fall on my head.
We cannot believe that you….
No, I do not imagine you can, I think.
But I am my own person now.
With my own opinions and goals.
You do not realize all that we sacrificed.
I never asked you to, I think, but I am too respectful to say it.
I make a mental note to stop coming home so often.
It’s not a positive place, and I have no guilt in my current residence.
We did this and we did that.
We
We
We
We
We
For the first time I realize how selfish my parents are.
This is when I decide to tell them I will not be home for Christmas.
Isis terrifies with sound and sight
in a kaleidoscopic way she mesmerizes me
I focus on her red lips
She seems ghoulish
Someone to be feared
The ruler of not one planet
But of lots of realms
Possibly ruler of the universe
Her nipples are prominent
There is a swirl of activities
She is a theme of love, by herself
Dancers from India swiftly change into a windmill sun
She is Genghis Khan personified, and I am frightened
The cool autumn breeze
Exhaling its frosty breath
Straight into my ears.
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