You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines
she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet
tracing paper cyan heed
never a plotter, never a san Juan never a San Francisco
But she is there too, with things on the verge of unsayable , she is there, too!
not to announce i am possible
but to possibly remind
even an ounce meant!
Rockefeller center and Rockford too
hit hard rock bottom with your pain
with all her pensive boon!
the 'MOTHER'S DAY' Poetry Contest entry
Categories:
plotter, art,
Form: Free verse
My majestic silhouette is indicornis,
often missed by those who don’t believe;
The idea that I exist they tend to dismiss,
I have just a few tricks up my sleeve;
Longing to be a feline ink trotter
and become less inter-dimensional;
This goal has captivated a plotter,
admittedly ingenious is phenomenal;
I never claimed to be too innocent,
neither does a single mischievous cat;
Lured into such a treacherous scent,
how could I possibly resist that?
So very illusive even in plain view,
shadows in the Sun allow them to hide;
It could be fun to try something new,
I want you to see me feel my stride;
It’s just no fun to remain invisible,
without an audience why shine?
Stripes can be less than agreeable,
still that’s the style I want to be mine;
El Tigre en waters full of chara,
instead of a unicorn in a glittery lake;
Perhaps if I grovel before Ishvara,
I’ll be granted claws for my horn to take.
Categories:
plotter, cat, emotions, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Del Boy Trotter
Money making plotter
Sells dodgy bent gear and smokes a cigar
Drives a yellow three wheeler T.I.T company car.
Rodney Trotter
Del's little brother, sidekick and cop spotter
A dipstick, a wally, a plonker or Dave
With two GCEs he feels like an under-paid slave.
(Trotters Independent Traders) (T.I.T)
Only Fools and Horses
Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponser Joseph May
Written 21.10.21
Categories:
plotter, brother, money,
Form: Clerihew
St Pattys Day Limerick L. Milton Hankins
Twas in his cups, drinking bitter ale.
His name McGonahill, first name Kale.
Irish girl gave him wink
He sputtered came up pink
A big plotter, Miss Katie O’Dale.
She would make him a respectable sort.
His friend Collum laughed, gave a little snort.
She gave him the eye too
Super good Irish shrew
On Patty’s Day they all three now cavort.
There’s a set of twins that now hang with them.
Names Paddy and Leprechaun Shawn McFinn.
We watch but do not stare
Drink green beer without a care
In McGongill’s Boar Tavern, oh, so grim.
Contest: St Pattys Day Limerick
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Written 2/28/2021
Categories:
plotter, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Limerick
She is not a girly-girl, he said.
Not realizing most girls aren’t.
She may say things that surprise you, he interjected.
Not knowing that most girls do.
I am not sure if she is a tomboy or not, he admitted.
Not knowing many girls, actually, maybe not knowing any.
Including this one.
The girl sat in the corner, thinking.
Plotting her escape from this man
Who had never taken the time to know her at all.
Her mother had died in childbirth,
and she had been homeschooled.
She had no idea if she was a real girl, a tom girl
or a tom boy girl.
In this setting, she had no identity at all.
But she was a thinker, and a plotter.
She could play the piano, and plant a garden.
She could travel with her imagination to the sky.
So she did that.
Living every day in a make believe world
Her nirvana included deer, butterflies, and unicorns.
She lived it happily,
far away from the only person who should have known her
But clearly did not.
Categories:
plotter, fantasy, girl, growing up,
Form: Free verse
When the sirens wail
A memory’s restored
Of the millions lost
That by God were so adored.
Senseless slaughter
Beyond belief,
Only Satan’s plotter
Could crave this untold grief.
The years have passed,
Generations born anew,
The wish of mourners massed
Humanity slowly to renew.
With one voice all of us decree
Such abomination never shall repeat,
In a world where rarely we agree
We all vow never so mistreat.
But for this moment silent we remain
To say a prayer for those who suffered so,
Old age they never did attain
Yet now bask in the Lord’s eternal glow.
Categories:
plotter, anger, death, grief, hope,
Form: Quatrain
Oogeling ouggulluurzz,
Fidgety fogging verse!
Peoples are nodding to their words,
beats aren't so bumpy
so they blotter on burbs...
Seasoning at saunter,
as he wander wanders-
bottoming the plotter who thinks its
'why bother?'
As a holy day walker
streamin' the fodder,
Poly pulls the jog on her,
says 'yes we'll get knocks
to twist turns-
silly like talks in the chik_burns,
and the whispers'.
Categories:
plotter, atheist, brother, city, class,
Form: Light Verse
Judith S... my latest heartthrob in the group
She crosses my eyes, my heart does loops
Tickles my teeter totter
Call me a naughty plotter
But one day gonna flip flop in her delicious Soup
Categories:
plotter, friendship,
Form: Limerick
Evil scourge of the earth so full of waste,
plotter of mankind's fast downward pace.
Breaker of peace and stiffler of song,
with wicked power and purpose upon,
the action of men in opposing always,
God's Holy word with shadows of grey.
Tempter of hearts, making men move;
in ways of hate to shed innocent blood.
Your hostile world in opposition to truth,
wreaks ruin and misery with little reproof.
Destruction of mankind is your design,
without relief or recourse to find.
The father of lies, you lustfully move,
denying the truth, falsehood to prove.
Taking advantage with all evil means,
Winning the battle without effort, it seems.
Sin, as a virtue, you proudly proclaim,
with beauty and pleasure and promise of fame.
With multitudes in your will, you conspire,
to consign, even God's people to the fire.
Seducing millions in false religion's glow,
with deceit, corruption, and murder in tow.
Oh, evil personified, how far from God,
do you so slyly wield your harsh rod.
Disguising yourself as an angel of light,
bringing confusion with all of your might.
Make haste, lay waste, as is your want to do,
God has prepared a proper place for you.
Prov.8:36 "those that hate me, love death."
Lionel
Categories:
plotter, religion, satire, evil, hate,
Form: ABC
Twisted minds work in pairs i should know i have been there in the dark dank rooms that
smell of urine and vomit and grit. Twisted a word to say may be bad or good only to ones
mind who fits the task of that which it means to pass.
Twisted can be what ever you wish, Iron, heart, And life shrouded.
Twisted the word the used to call me but why? They say I am a twisted mind a plotter of
many but i was not this my mind is clear but we all have a dark side.
Categories:
plotter, confusiondark, dark,
Form: I do not know?