the moon is on the rise
on the balcony with you
caught up in its magic
the perceptual ploy, its fullness
more than what is there
we sit on the courting bench
the one you could not look upon
and leave without
where we have spent many such occasions
watching the moon's momentary deception
larger than life really holds
holding hands, we focus into natures
sleight of hand
sharing our reality, love in its fullness
the courting couch, the full moon rising
as the world's lovers bathe in abundance
Oregon 9/24/26
I have seen some sloppy sonnets
Syllables buttoned wrong
Rhymes wrangling for recognition
Tripping over the final couplet
Rambling free verse
Ignoring the caution of line breaks
Stuttering in search of continuity
Freedom stifled in search of submission
Haiku
Mimicking a Geisha dancer
Mocking Basho’s frog
Quatrains leaving the station
Destinations … unknown
Mice trapped in a maze
Cursing the odor of the cheese
Knowing it is not a goal
But a test
Forget the cheese
Become the mouse
Dodge the traps
Be thrilled by the adventure
Of trying on a sloppy sonnet
Your hobby is to kill my joy,
Each of the bullet you fire hurts.
But whatever your ploy.
I'll always clear your dirts.
I'm made strong to last.
Try even more hard,
My mind is fast.
Ever on guard.
The thought of holidays makes me crazy;
If not planned well we will become lazy.
My mom’s face turns very red,
Seeing me always in bed.
She wants me to be like a fresh daisy!
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy;
All play and no work is not a wise ploy.
Balance between work and play
Drives monotony away.
Joy is yours, this trick if you well deploy!
It’s cold beneath the fallen leaves
the worms slow wriggle falls to sleep
the tartan now a yellowed sash
consumed by winter’s icy creep
the rustle in the leaves just wind
as squirrels wrap their tails around
cold noses and an acorn stash
beneath a hawks now distant sound
Oh snow, cold snow, your carpet white
reflects the sun’s now timid stance
the darkness of your glaring light
the sharpened point of Winter’s lance
thus, do we wait on Solstice ploy
thus, do we hold to season’s joy
Brave and courageous they know the power of love
Hearts that bleed
Live by the creed of love
Giving their all
Knowing that love is like a tidal wave!
Shadows of comfort sprinkle the faces of those in love
Blades of power hold their mouth
Words of silence can’t escape
The thunderous ploy of the heart!
Love is a courageous journey
It starts at forever and ends at never!
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion illuminates the darkness
The singleness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission alive!
The heart bleeds
Feeding off every abnormality and
Revealing the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
Love is a comfort worth exploring
Love is an oddity worth refining
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion clarifies the darkness
The oneness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission alive!
Hearts that bleed
Live by the creed of love
Giving their all
Knowing that love is like a tidal wave
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Am i speaking with a girl coy
And not sensible Billy Roy
Just cramming much sugar in soy?
Up appetite sucrose could cloy,
Sweetened meals hearts hardly buoy,
Much sugar and less joy,
Yes, time bomb treating as toy;
Not better than Rum for Ahoy!
I could swear a food demon's ploy
To their finishing hands employ
"Now Diabetes here we come:
Billy Roy and I show the sum"
Phone Hang Up Ploy
By: Miracle Man
11/28/2021
Ding dong, ding dong, the song my doorbell sang,
caller didn't know 'twas just I who rang.
SILHOUETTE (15/23) — PLOY
Fear distorts sense
Abrupt change rams;
Despair consumes
~~~~~
Here I curl
In poignant swirl
Of thoughts that hurl
For time and space
Create fond trace
Here I stroll
With touch that rolls
In tales I poll
Word writes that tell
How soul now dwells
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2021
Singapore
Just awe at clouds limping by
Grade the lilting tint
as it surfs the edge of wave
Watching every heart break
seeing love escape
Tuning rivers swell
waterfalls tell
Savouring in the mome ( too much ) nts
Reviewing before the finished line
counting sighs
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watching watEr turn to
or cry from heaven's shame
Temper winds grace
coagulate bloods waste
hold ever snowflake as it fades
Honor life as it leaves place
Do you have any jobs like that
Have you heard about the latest ploy?
To deploy soy,
Into everything I enjoy,
My tastebuds to destroy.
Never mind that an allergy to soy,
Could affect your boy,
Or that flour in anything you buy has been bulked up with Soy,
Or that there is no room in the product for what used to meet your joy.
I almost forgot to mention that freedom to choose anything but Soy,
May soon be something else you may no longer enjoy,
As corn fields take a hit as they are replaced by soy
As planting of Soy is now common on American soil and jobs too will
be based on Soy.
With a free glass of soy milk during your break from planting soy.
Once your taste buds are destroyed by soy,
How will we tell if our hamburger is the real McCoy?
And that is not the only ploy,
You will see them deploy,
As mountains of salted caramel go into what does not contain soy.
The good news is there is still time for a counter ploy,
If we home bake and push up again the demand for the real McCoy,
But remember time is running out for you to deploy,
Before your taste buds they destroy.
Joe Biden Ploy To Enjoy
We did discover a Joe Biden ploy,
For him to employ and also enjoy,
Jokes compile;
Always smile,
While many others he may annoy.
Jim Horn
She abandoned her home and friends, in fear
of brutal gangs pushing drugs and firearms.
And walked for months to reach the US border;
where ICE agents yanked her child from her arms.
No amount of begging could deter them,
and she's handcuffed, her child taken away.
Asylum seekers, denied a trial
where a judge decides if they get to stay.
They refused to say where they took her boy,
citing that all illegals get bused back.
And it was up to her to locate him;
proclaiming it wasn't their job to keep track.
Please, God, I beg You, help her find her boy:
he is more than a political ploy.
Trump and Ploy To Annoy
Trump as usual appears as another ploy;
It is only designed for his base to enjoy;
Rest of us will really irritate and annoy.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
For: Daniel Henninger
Wall Street Journal
[email protected]
Where is it written that life must be enjoyed
To counteract the sad times, methinks it's a ploy
Lives shouldn't ever be filled with sad
Such a waste of a life to be sadness clad
There's no guarantees, so joy must be employed
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