Skirts
With comforts,
Hollandia Yoghurt flirts...
Before each tongue diverts,
From the usual that alerts,
The change to an impromptu concerts,
In different stages of many a song asserts
Except for the atmospheric dive,
Our faces depict the shared skirts
Without sweet scents, breaths hive
Swaying gallant statues in style alerts
High concentrated inebriant consumed
Took our legs lightly easy leaning back
Subjected to change of hits well costumed
Our voices disown its pitches to its crack
Introduce us to the people we know not
And we mingle like been known for ages
It wasn't true but lively moment grown hot
Speaking truthful lies unlike most sages
Happiness
Staged liveliness
Interrupt able orderliness
And introduce apt funniness
In order to promote calmness
Actively seeking to warm night dizziness
Through the beauty of tease staggering fitness
Of our hearts pouring out raw felicity's queasiness
Avalanching in this benighted place.
Hollow noise like the roar of an angry bull.
Emotionally desolate, importune of answers.
Feeling castigated, in bleak. Veer not from me oh dear God.
Embedded in avalanche.
I bellow for luminosity.
Seeking comfort in coldness
Heart shattered, sighs echoing. Forgive me for my sins oh dear God.
Broached in a new world of wretchedness I never knew existed.
My visage turning into the seven seas.
Far offshore
As I ebb away with the tides. I fix my eyes onto you oh dear God.
A silent prayer,
Cloak my tribulations.
Let there be oblivion.
And this gloom a phase. Make me whole again oh dear God.
Gestation period
A grotesque routine
Queasiness
Excruciating. Give me strength oh dear God.
Avalanching in this benighted place.
Feeling castigated, in bleak.
Importune of answers.
Why me? Hear my cry oh dear God.
Kansas City’s Renaissance Fair is fun; you can dress steampunk
Go as Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, or a Victorian Queen.
You can be a knight of the Round Table or King Arthur
It is embraced by several factions of people in Kansas City
Each year it gets bigger and more outrageously fun than the year before
The only thing I cannot stand to see is the giant turkey legs
They look pink in the middle, and yet, armies of people devour them
The grease drips down into their costumes, onto their shoulders,
Their cheeks shine with the queasiness of the giant turkey legs
It is the one thing I do not want to see, but the food my children love.
Selene was smoldering, the shadows shrouding Her face.
Alone. I crept through limp leaves and decaying debris.
I felt grim fingers grasping, gripping, slowing my pace.
Faint flickers filtered through gnarled trees like fine filigree.
I wondered why I am here; I wondered where is here?
I stumbled over shallow mounds, smelling the stained soil.
Alone. A putrid presence charged me with fetid fear.
My queasiness convulsed in a turbid, rancid roil.
Murky dampness clambered over clammy, flaccid flesh.
If this were dream, I prayed to end my nightmarish plight!
A chilling calm came over me and I feared afresh.
Alone. Selene hid Her visage and sheen from my sight.
Alone. The noxious night darkened, enveloping me.
Notes:
1. Selene, Greek goddess of the moon
2. 13, symbolic of rebellion and lawlessness in the Bible
3. 13 syllables in each line
4. 13 lines in the poem
5. today’s date, 13 October
We just cannot mind our own business.
We know better than others.....
It gives me a bad case of poetical queasiness!
As one lost in a rough sea,
I will assuredly save thee!
I have a bad case of Deus Ex Machina.
1/12/2022
positivity in voice,
mannerism, mollycoddling
may bring tidings
up from down-in-the-mouth
to a weak grin
if that doesn’t work
perhaps, a little gin,
olive plops,
fizz fizz,
a little sun, a little breeze
wings flapping…
just
omitting, oblivious,
staring straight ahead
tethered
to fair-weathered feathers,
free-and-queasiness of tears
9/29/2021
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
In a drowsy hypnagogic state, I see thee far away,
A dazzling, delightful, divine ethereal spirit
Drifting in the vastness of amaranthine space
Beckoning toward patches of divergent hues.
I discover sublime elation at the scene,
Impossible to restrain and slowly I open my manuscript
Write all that I can see, visions impossible to discern.
Why could I never capture the aesthetic beauty before me?
My yearning overtakes my aspirations to capture
The quintessence of such elusive diaphanous beauty
Till I wake, look around, feel sweat of ephemeral queasiness,
Read my endeavours in a language I could not discern.
A SELFIE WITH ME
Good looks
I swear
I don't possess,
With a flower pot face I think
The creator had forgotten
To trim my zygomatic process.
Still I wonder why
Inside deep inside me
Like a young lover
A queasiness brews,
With some clicks
And self's mirror image
To be the cynosure
In social media news.
Is it only the game of gizmos
Like mobile phones
Front cameras and selfie sticks,
Or else self-love
Great admiration for oneself
Where narcissism licks.
Some even say Modi
The charismatic extrovert
Indian prime minister,
Narcissist because
A suit worth ten lakhs
Name engraved in gold he wore.
Tell me who is
Not a narcissist
In human species,
The latent exposed
With the advent of
Front cameras and selfie sticks.
The Quintessential Catering Company serves only quality foods beginning with a Q
To some this seems quirky and to others quite quaint
Q foods quickly quell hunger and queasiness
Quick oats and quinoa with quick bread and quince jam are a favorite breakfast pick
Quark and Queijo quiche qualify as a quality lunch offering
Quaglia marinated in Quebec beef spice is a popular dinner choice
Quimbombo and pit roasted Quamash sides accompany this course
Queen of Puddings and some Quesitos are offered for dessert
Forget the queue quickly query Quintessential for your next Q food event
Definition of some Q food listed in poem
Quark-German farm cheese
Queijo- Portuguese cheese
Quaglia- Italian quail,
Quebec Beef Spice-a meat seasoning
Quimbombo-Spanish okra stew
Quamash- bulb of Camas lily with a taste similar to a sweet potato, but sweeter
Quesitos- Cream cheese turnovers
Queen of Puddings- a traditional British dessert, consisting of a baked, breadcrumb-thickened mixture, spread with jam and topped with meringue.
I’m feeling a little bit queasy.
I’m sure it was something I ate.
So I think it be best
If my stomach can rest;
Any intake will likely tempt fate.
My mom was a fervent believer,
When I felt this way, that some hot tea
With grape jelly on toast
Would be better than most
Other foods to bring health back to me.
It worked back when I was a child
But at present it doesn’t appeal.
Yet some chips and a beer
Somehow seem to appear
Like the best anti-queasiness meal.
How I recall the magnificent sight
Of my first view of the new Jumbo Jet.
Boeing took such pride in its maiden flight,
That it could not fly, was the standing bet.
Majestic it rolled out on the runway
Revving its engines for its take off roll...
Like a great bird ascending the skyway
To cheers and applause the crowd did extol.
Fear gripped my stomach which I did battle.
When we leveled off my queasiness eased...
Chicago bound, our flight from Seattle
With four hundred sixteen passengers pleased.
In my thirty four years flown I must say,
None can compare to the cheers heard that day!
8-18-16
Note: I was a Stewardess, one of sixteen crewmembers, on
UAL's Maiden flight from Seattle to Chicago in 1971, a four
hour flight. We were trained in mockups and none of us had
ever been on the Boeing 747 until that day. Our service was
such us mess, but everyone was so excited to be on such a
huge wide body aircraft that no one cared or complained.
The applause and cheers when we took off and landed were
deafening.
N/A Sonnet contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
I just puked another poem today
There was a queasiness so my brain felt the need
To up chuck all of its contents
All over you fine peoples feet
It was a colorful array of symbolism
That I hurled across the room
It must have been something I'd seen or read
That made me vomit this poem out for you
Don't worry I'll personally clean up the mess
Before anymore of this I let loose
But this close to a sick poet you should have guessed
That eventually my works would splatter on you
It was like a pouring out
The thing my soul did that day.
And you –
I knew you felt its soaking
Like torrents
Of neverending retribution.
And you –
I knew you felt its heaviness
Like weights
Of unfulfilled absolution.
And yet you took it all.
Without qualms or queasiness.
You took it with a strong and determined nod.
Thank you for that.
The mind is a play place of unique and distinct thought.
This brings me to thinking of things in my mind I brought.
I could create an image of all the things in the world in my mind.
The meaning of this is some times not so kind.
The recklessness of such choices could make me go insane.
The mind its self is complicated and it's own bane.
When things are so confusing and you see more things than one.
You may as well pack your bags because you are all done.
Minds do check out with creativity as its jail.
One could say it one way that we have a choice to bail.
On the journey of the thoughts of queasiness.
The mind thinks its like a business.
The idea of one image can set a chain of no relief.
That is why we lose our self with disbelief.
Lacking understanding of what we see.
Just means that our mine did not adapt to be.
The lines that our eyes show our brain does not go so well.
It is like a cracked ringing bell.
This is what we have acquired in our recent thought of knowledge.
In our mind we can stand outside without foul-edge.
Again and again in a world
dreaded I most.
For unknown certainties tears apart
the collated I.
Again and again in a world
Faith of him seemest to fall
for unknown either like before
in real past one.
Again and again in a world
death! Preferred?
For unknown cruelties puzzle
hearts in fixed making.
Again and again in a world
unfound easiness breath dizziness,
stiff up queasiness so tempest
on this total-fixed thing.
Again and again in a world
ball pen and pad sought
penning down black and white
though as custom, really?
Again and again in a world
dreaded as the sight of a chasing gargantuan cobra,
for unknown certainties questioning
the embittered fixed heart so badly.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.