I just want to live while I am alive,
I want you to get me out of this witless dive,
I want to drive through my memories,
You are not my subservient appetite.
I want to read you until you are alive,
I want to listen to you until you no longer share your archive,
You are nowhere near my quibbles,
And I am nothing but a mere turmoil.
The troubles you want to concise,
Doesn't make you anything near wise,
To make the conversation even smarter,
To not recognise your own voice like a shrewd pied piper.
The highway Life is full of marginalised sins,
The driver is the only witness by any means,
The nightlife cannot be reversed,
Now, you are never going to be nurtured.
I am drowning in the night,
You are running out of time,
You love to hide your loneliest crimes,
I love to be destroyed in my prime.
Categories:
quibbles, anxiety, depression, psychological, riddle,
Form: Rhyme
There’s simply no quibbles;
my dogs love their kibbles.
There’s really not much else to say.
In an instant, they’re gone,
reappear on the lawn,
changed a bit in the usual way.
As for me, I’d want choice,
for they’re not even moist.
(The food bits; I need to be clear)
As for pooping outside,
that is one I’ve not tried
(‘cept those nightmares you wake from in fear)
A sure sign man’s evolved
are the challenges solved:
both our plates and our bathrooms are plush.
‘Bout this, more could be said,
but my mother is dead,
or she’d probably tell me to hush.
Categories:
quibbles, dog, food,
Form: Rhyme
Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery.
Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri.
Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly,
before its blustery countermand uplifts wholly.
Monotonous quarrel needs a quaff of arctic air,
an unquestioning brisk of maple burning its flare,
Like brandy, in quiescent afterglow’s flirtation,
ho hum’s quadrant equips me for intoxication.
I’ll not be a crone, with quaking bones, beneath a pad
of sunset quilt. I’ll be cold. I’ll brave it. I’ll go mad
with cacophonous joy, kick the crispy depth of leaves.
Removal of sequacious grin. Broad smile Fall retrieves.
Categories:
quibbles, seasons,
Form: Couplet
As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles,
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street Hawker
Bearing a case with or without a locker
And around patrolling with jingles
Or she be whipped and a nearby ear tingles!
But that wasn’t The Rescue from a writing
That keeps a teacher’s eyes biting!
Categories:
quibbles, care, child, education, words,
Form: Rhyme
warrant humaneness
It's all surgeon bludgeon
equanimity stratagem
unfazed by quibbles
coarse aqueous colander
a memory pillow
bled to venture
perplexed spuriousness
throb growingly cognizant
numbness wooziness
clock is striking
likewise we should
If we can force the lock
falasity proven by speculum
verdict of acquittal
Written: February 16, 2022
1st place contest winner
A Strand (1075) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. ( Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand Form)
Categories:
quibbles, analogy, character, judgement, voice,
Form: Other
I.
There's more to me than they say,
And less to me than I thought.
Awareness...
II.
Until I am,
I'm not!
Categories:
quibbles, 12th grade, character, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Quite
Quickly,
Quirky quotes
Quell quarrelsome
Quips.
Quash
Quibbles
Quietly,
Quench querulous
Qualms.
3/ 12/ 2019.
Categories:
quibbles, humor, word play,
Form: Lanterne
Quite quickly, quirky quotes quell quarrelsome questions quietly.
12/ 9/ 2015.
Categories:
quibbles, peace,
Form: Alliteration
Tidal flats reveal their light grey heads
They replacing green-grey sea in dots and dashes on the horizon,
They toy cheekily with the extracted tide, enjoying their dry sun bathing
An island of ginger sand, void of seabirds, spoils the sea-mud horizon
The tide stands poised, ready for its return journey
Precursory quibbles, sent to shore, make birds at float bob
An easily missed, brief localised splash tells of a tern diving
Orphaned seaweed florets appear to move while submerged in the shallow water
Boats confused and beached on the mud, leaning towards their angle of choice
Paddlers explore the shoreline and water up to the ankle
Crystal white flickers from the water as the sun is reflected from the rippling sea
The tide returns stealthily and punctually, floating stranded boats and refreshing the sunburnt mud
Categories:
quibbles, sea,
Form: List
Raging
The sea moves rapidly,
My mind does not
Move at all,
Gray feelers into the fog
Through the mist beyond,
Dew drops over my hands
And onto my cold feet,
Nothing equates as much
As this view does,
I harbor hate
For her evil eyes,
Piercing through the grey
I don’t see anything
But her trickery,
And the blood rain
Falls,
Pools of it is near,
But not on my dew
drenched soul,
I scream
Loud echoes trouble me
And she quibbles
She quibbles
Russell Sivey
Categories:
quibbles, life,
Form: Free verse
Behold my pen
that writes and scribbles
and bleeds blue ink
in drips and dribbles.
That crosses paper
in bites and nibbles
and weighs my thoughts
in spite of quibbles.
Words as strange as
this and then.
Letters and numbers
like S and 10.
Thoughts and feelings
I've had before.
Memories waiting
the pen to bore.
Lines as long
as stretching can.
Jots and jolts
where each began.
Loving strokes
to those I send.
Messages made
that they might blend.
All these meanings
from the heart.
Behold my pen.
Their only art.
Categories:
quibbles, allusion, appreciation, beauty, creation,
Form: Quatrain
`The 112th congress quibbles, fickle, frizzing, drizzle of dubious dribble, while we wait, …on the sick, fickle, trickle of dribble ,from their quibbles of fizzling sizzle.
For and In Honor of Gwendolen Rix
And contest: Big Kid Tongue Twister Challenge
Categories:
quibbles, funny,
Form: Alliteration