He never missed a wink of sleep
Ate three meals a day
Nine-to-five his timecard showed
Ever prompt in rain or snow
So predictable a chap he was
‘til came his time to die
When suddenly he disappeared
~ Sure God would take the other guy
they can’t see me if I can’t see them
she covered her eyes with her paws
looked down, shutting them tightly
someone giggled, but she refused to look up
if she ignored them they would disappear
she heard a cough
now she was getting frustrated
humans are usually more predictable than this
she stared at the little girl wondering what was wrong with her
you are so cute! The child said, reaching for her
the bunny began hopping away as hard as she dared
terrified now, because this human did not follow the unwritten rules
like the others
Feelings, like storms, disrupt the inner peace and leave the future uncertain
Hopes, like mountains, seen and far away to reach
Desires, like eternal, keeps running and stop’s nowhere
Thoughts, like lightning, shine, disappear, and keeps coming
Tears, like rains, clear the clouds and leave it’s
Sign
Life, like ocean meets river, people comes from various channels with infinite waves, some to live and some to leave
I like predictable tv shows
Colombo always followed the perpetrator
In Death in Paradise the inspectors solve every case
Someone on the stand confesses in every Perry Mason episode
Harvey Korman always falls on his butt on the Carol Burnett Show
No matter who the Equalizer is, he or she fixes everything for a good guy
John Wayne always beat the bad guys in every movie
Until The Cowboys when he was murdered by Bruce Dern
I never liked Bruce Dern after that
And I never watched another John Wayne movie
I like predictable movies too
I aways start drawing my cartoons with their eyes
Nose and mouth follow in second and third place
Chin, hair, ears, earring, and neck are next
My drawings are predictable; they are always in this order
Sometimes I wonder if other cartoonists draw like I do
Are they in my kind of rut?
High-brow met low-brow
Arrogance was predictable
unsurprisingly ineluctable
~ thoroughly unelectable
She is as predictable as a wheel-owning hamster
Running in the same circle, over and over
No matter who she is dating
Not recognizing her relationship wheel
The rest of us see it clearly
Her patterns are predictable
She sabotages each relationship
In a clockwise manner
Dong the same things
In the same way
Saying “that wouldn’t work” to every suggestion
Loving her hamster wheel path
‘Prediction is initiated by Intuition and Prudence nor by Probable Surmise.‘ -Poet.
PREDICTABLE
Like ascetic you appeared at dawn
and as nonchalant left casually.
I sat indolent at my lonely lawn.
I wished next visit at least formally.
Had you paid any furtive attention?
Why had you come again at noon? Perchance!
You have not lifted eyes: I must mention.
My eyes were too eager to greet your glance.
Had you reared low shallow feelings for me?
Why had you ventured to enter my room?
Only to hold my hand you didn’t feel free.
My tingling passion was about to bloom.
Will you come close? Is it predictable?
Impossible or inevitable?
Why are people so predictable?
Tired of always being right,
I would love to be proven wrong;
Lead me to a new type of thought
Tired of always being right
so easy to sit and decipher;
Lead me to a new type of thought
picking up on everything they do;
So easy to sit and decipher
I would love to be proven wrong;
Picking up on everything they do,
why are people so predictable?
Poems are written with great emotion by poets,
right from word one a writer gets lost in the creation, with
expectations for good reviews . . . but is is predictable and
destined that at times some negativity will come floating;
inevitable to hurt the heart,
certain to leave a scar . . . .
Totally inescapable when we send our poems on wings
and though this is foreseen, we do it anyways;
breathless this path we have chosen of writing, beautiful and
lovely words contemplated that drip from pens. We
empty our souls on white, and take a chance with predictable.
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December 8, 2019
Poetry/Acrostic/Predictable
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1206-231-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
It was predictable
You would come
And smile
I cleaned the stable
Put a handsome
bouquet of roses
On a table
In the right hand corner
Near the window
Put some white gladioli
Wrapped with
A brown paper too
Lest what is predictable
Didn't come true
It was you who
made it predictable
For you said
Categorically
Whether spring or rain
You would be with me
Doctor came in the evening
Angiography was done
He wrote on the report
Normal
But
Sought opinion
Of the departmental head
I was left swinging
Between bouquet
And brown paper
You are smiling
Jasmine flowers
You are sure
Roses prevail
Tomorrow morning
There will be an aurora
She said with an euphoria
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December 8, 2019
Predictable Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
PREDICTABLE – OR NOT?
“You’re so predictable,” she said,
As I gave her the bouquet.
“Did you think a bunch of roses
Would make everything okay?
You’ll have to do much better,
If you want me to forgive
And for us to be together
For as long as we both shall live.”
I wasn’t quite so predictable
With what I told her next.
“I just thought this was kinder
Than dumping you by text”.
8th December 2019
Predictable contest
Sponsor - Nina Parmenter
'Hello Bob', I self-spoke
Inside my head.
That's what I'd say if my name was Bob.
But it's not,
My name is not Bob.
Bob would not wear dare
Nor would Bob dare wear a cloak
With lipstick in the chest pocket
And a memory-tied locket
Swimming in a fancy fruit perfume.
Bob would not hide away behind the scent of summer apples linking hands with
Warm maple syrup jaffles.
Bob's time is scarce because
This ego-notion's motion was simply a passing thought
To create an unpredictable commotion.
'What if my name were Bob?'.
It's not,
Bob is my middle name.
predictable so
just to be so inspectant
only to be expected
only to be expected
par so for the course
so predictable
now foreseeable
able to be predicted
can you see me now
12/7/19
Predictable Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter |
Phase changes.
Rising trends.
Everywhere we see the data.
Down goes dualism.
I can barely breathe as it is.
Chicken shack children catching their colds.
Table your thoughts inside my many hearts.
Analyze the graphs.
Beckon the elders.
Leer into the ascending values.
Everyone changes the outcome.
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