Sweet nectarine
Intoxicatingly serene
Vibrancy procured
Greed un-endured
A canine embrace
Jaw locked in place
Hallucinating desire
Simply invokes ire
Dear old man,
My quill quivers.
How do I glorify you,
With only ink, not gold?
Oh lady Calliope,
Lift my soul.
A pin drowned in an ocean of words.
Guide my conscience with notions,
Dearth of words I face,
To sculpt my father's grandeur.
A shrunken, grainy face is all that's left.
Struggles, unparalleled for eternity
Spine bows, for the weight he bears.
A warrior bending his knees to fate.
Wounds he has procured,
A soldier indisputably.
Laments the injustice once and twice,
Yet, prefers seclusion.
No more wars he seeks to wage,
On his own kinds.
The past shoots arrows at him,
Bleeding eyes and shattered bones.
How can one slip such agony?
And forgive his enemy.
Yet, still, Calliope,
Though you guide.
The shaking of my hand,
Hardly lets me carve his story.
Despite your hand over mine,
How do I shape an epic?
I procured a booth at ten fifty-nine
I was shocked the restaurant was open before eleven
Held the door open for the hostess
This gives me a bit of writing time
Cool down opportunity after my thirty-five minute drive
Driving is stressful these days
Possibly because I rarely do it
I did it for years
I am done doing it
gave up driving
When I retired
A saint once procured for her phone
Entirely a new type of tone.
When starting to ring,
The angels would sing,
Direct from the heavenly zone.
Alphabet soup
Brain food
Carrying mood
Daring attitude
Elicit creativity
Fudge negativity
Garner expressions
Hold court
Imagination distorts
Jam uncontrollably
Keen lyrically
Love life
Minimize strife
Never assume
Onward march
Pastel arch
Quintessential reign
Rising star
Setting bar
Tactical quest
Universal goal
Vindicated soul
Whimsical voyage
Xeroxing lightning
Yearning heightening
Zenith procured
Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine.
Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line.
I loved being around her, and remember spending a day
Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play.
She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray.
She wanted to include a tangerine toilet, a splash of happy play.
We found one but it was not “the utmost most gorgeous or sublime”.
She kept going until she had procured ones in tangerine and lime.
Let’s rhyme as if we can and could
uncaught poet's schnook traced and pushed.
Writing rhymes words fluent posed well N, good
Poet on the end of each sentence a hood and crook
mellow laden handwritten booked completed on in brook.
Seasoned autumn ledger recital pure cured pushed
Poet's words from mine breath heart felt procured.
Allured contoured letters combine words understood.
Messages misconstrued over look, only would.
Letters combined lured, cured written underfoot
Poet's charcoal signing autographed in soot
Uncaught poet rhymes schnook and pushed
Let’s rhyme as if he can and he sure could.
12/11/23
For let's rhyme Poetry Contest
Monorhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
IN HER LIFE
In her life
So many days she endured
The pains she procured
Her plans fell through
But nothing came through
The plans of freedom
In her life
She lived in captivity
With no activity
Her hope blurry
And her vision sorry
The Vision of Success
In her life
She kept regretting
And stopped rejoicing
A woman of pains
And her hope was vain
The hope of Independence
In her Life
She stood up to fight
She didn't care if it was day or night
She made progress
And she got success
She surmounted
And her dreams came alive
IN HER LIFE
In her life
So many days she endured
The pains she procured
Her plans fell through
But nothing came through
The plans of freedom
In her life
She lived in captivity
With no activity
Her hope blurry
And her vision sorry
The Vision of Success
In her life
She kept regretting
And stopped rejoicing
A woman of pains
And her hope was vain
The hope of Independence
In her Life
She stood up to fight
She didn't care if it was day or night
She made progress
And she got success
She surmounted
And her dreams came alive
Greed of all kinds, more for power n’ pelf
Drives men to play many a mischief
It enters our world like an invisible elf
Making one demean his esteemed self
Greed is like an uncontrolled steed
It might gallop in reckless speed
Any time it can kick you down to bleed
Sometimes even causing a stampede
Running after wealth is a wild goose chase
The snobbish, wealth can easily entice
Often they have to pay a heavy price
Greed generates greed and many a vice
Money is seen by some as master and Lord
Sad, they strive everyday to hoard
Even if a lot of wealth is procured
Alas, one never feels fully secured
The root cause of many a malady is greed
We witness the ills it does everyday breed
Minimize the wants and focus only on the need
Thus from monstrous greed, let us be freed
Some topics Ralph wants to survey
So as to salient facts convey,
Many textbooks available,
Quite a few: The Reliable...
Ralph thinks the few 'manageable'
For seen points undeniable:
On How Life is its knowledge sought,
Not ease procured from treasures bought;
On how US is like Russia:
Both of them for Friends in Asia...
But who shall the more the Goal aid:
Won't energy, mid course, start to fade?
A is more wonderful than B;
Just that where A is B might be.
I used to have a lovely mini-dog
who followed me wherever I would go.
Nobody in my family cared for him,
for only I he loved – that Eskimo!
Into my arms he’d leap when I got home
from having worked. He’d wait beside the door
and know instinctively that I’d be coming.
No other doggie could I have loved more.
It happened that I had to part with him.
My heard was broken, but I’d been assured
a “no-kill” policy protected him,
and always by someone he’d be procured.
A few years later, as I lay asleep,
I woke, and to my great amazement, he
was right there on the bed. I said his name.
Excitedly, my dear dog jumped to me.
I felt him in my arms; I rubbed my face
into his fur; I smelled and felt it too.
He was as soft as I remembered him.
My dream to be with him again came true.
I ended back inside another dream
with my small dog; and here’s what I discerned:
his soul had flown, but right as he had died,
on his way out – to me he had returned!
April 11, 2023
for Unseeking Seeker's A Wisdom Download Poetry Contest
Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine.
Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line.
I loved being around her, and remember spending a day
Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play.
She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray.
She wanted to include a tangerine toilet, a splash of happy play.
We found one but it was not “the utmost most gorgeous or sublime”.
She kept going until she had procured ones in tangerine and lime.
hard to remember an image as precious as this offering
the gods must have been in jubilant spirits
jagged edges through out this ocean~view
the aqua blue splattered in coral a first for this salty dog
a long hard swatch of baby pink draws out the young boy
use to skip carefully procured flat stones
across the curls of this mighty waterway
my mistress calls -time to prepare for one more adventure
ride the ocean
the die is cast
armand~
Beach rose
The blessed shall say
What a joyous day
My Lord beseeched
This day at the beach
Musk Mallow
Watched them grow
Yellow daylily
Caressed immediately
Discovery, a butterfly to be
Look how this miracle spoke to me
Love procured
Secured
Visit
Wild tulips
Strong and undefeated
Change proceeded
Faith within
Where it has always been
Hearts may recall
I chose love above all
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