one reason i hate new year for ~ it happens to rhyme with nuclear war
said my muse trying to be ironic ~ but this rhymester knew clear more
By
David Kavanagh
ain’t it strange the human brain ~ as an organ itself can feel no pain
stab it slice it smash it to bits ~ will feel not a thing but spasm and fit
yet brains process that nagging itch ~ formication to be filthy rich
stroke of luck for pain unfelt ~ crawling sensation of poor bards wealth
from tics and twitches to iou’s ~ this rhymester pays his monthly dues
By
David Kavanagh
i’ve been s-coffing quite a lot lately ~ i think perhaps i’ve got a s-cold
said menippean to the rhymester ~ s-pitting out helios as he s-trolled
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a fair straightforward non rotating ~ syllable counted monoku
#. #. #
even the maggots are important ~ grow wings and persevere with life
By
David Kavanagh
All that you despise
this man who now toys
A human beings eyes
The void and how it lies
All that you despise
Quorn covered in flies
A guy who seems wise
Never winning first prize
All that you despise
This irritating noise
of a rhymester who tries
His comment that defies
All that you despise
those who are baptised
A will you cannot prise
The US military size
All that you despise
those of us who rise
Having to break off ties
A poet? now chastised
By
David Kavanagh
Ballad monger sang effervescent song
trickster rhymester thinks he is rarely wrong
tasteless verse
sometimes worse
a poetaster all the week long
I'm not in the military
Nor do I fight mystic fairy's
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a... bard
literary words
Love sonnets, songs served
I want to hear the words... ballad-monger, troubadour
My love for you all the words;
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a bard
Sometimes I'm a rhymester, rhymer, sonneteer, lyricist
Versifier verse-maker, heart fixer or just a poet
let me romantically write for thee
bards a poet, reciting epic love and warring conviction be
Associated with a particular oral tradition
Could I envision
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
Lyrist elegist, I love those love songs dear
Just a swan
Rhymist maker metrics within a song
I find it hard
Being called idyllist Parnassian poeticule
When in myself I'm found if odd, Alleluia
I am a bard?
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
6/26/19
Inspired by comments and words from Pandita Sanchez
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Day after day
Word what you say
Night after night
Firm sure delight
Line after line
Rhyme in a brine
Thought after thought
Sense verse sweet spot
Word after word
Music is heard
Surge after surge
Poise follows urge
Note after note
Love takes a vote
Feel after feel
Live words can heal
Gist after gist
A brand new list
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2014
Singapore
The Diva flows.
This is Poetry Diva show.
Give them what you got.
Share a piece of your mind.
The hits this Diva writes are for you to like.
The poems this Diva crooned are to groove only you.
Her voice is smooth to put you in a intimate move.
She is the versifier that will set your heart afire.
The Diva emanates.
This Poetry Diva will surge.
Share a piece of your mind.
Give them the last word.
This Diva, as a rhymester, does not have to rehearse.
She is so bard that all will hang onto every verse.
Her voice is to croon you into night.
She is poetry emergence insight in life.
Surface
Come Out
Into the light
Poetry Diva Tonight!
This is I mesmerizing.
A transgression that has materialized from
out of the darkness into your lives.
My voice is to drone you and fill you with desire
just a political heartbeat to your mind.
Poetry Diva
Poetry Diva
I am Poetry Diva [and]
This is Poetry Diva’s night!
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Penned April 25, 2014!
Any Poetess knows her writing style.
She knows her swagger.
Her arrogance is in her words.
She struts even when she is not being vulgar.
She is a Poetry Diva.
Visionary
A Dreamer
True Reformer
Excellent
Diva of Poetry
Her mind is preoccupied to her theme.
She is topical in her poetry scheme.
She mesmerizes her vocabulary.
She is a Foreign Indian's Fairy.
A Poetry Diva's libretti conjure.
Unique
First-class
Idyllic Rhymester
A Wordsmith of Poetry
Bard – A Diva
Many times, she deciphers.
More than often, she’ll depict.
It would be her expression she lives within.
She is refined.
Within veracity, a Poetry Diva speaks her mind.
Versifier
Set your soul afire
Awaken your spirit into night
Lyricist
Diva Poetess
Ill-mannered she is not.
She does not write half-cocked.
She can be so male gaited.
Golden is her unique way.
A Poetry Diva is a platformer.
Wonderful
Magnificent
Ideal Utopian
Such a romantic lover,
Poetry Diva is enamored!
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Penned April 24, 2014!
For Kelly Deschler Contest Poems About Poetry
2nd Place
A SAVANT
Henry Charles Bukowski was a savant.
A person of learning, especially in the Arts
He was well versed in his flow.
Rhymester for show
As the "laureate of American lowlife," how bard he was.
An artist
A wordsmith
A skilled writer
A pundit
A genius was Henry Charles Bukowski.
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Sponsor: Amy Green
Contest Name: Idiot or Genius?
Entry Date: March 22, 2014
Date Written: March 22, 2014
Motif: Savant (artist, wordsmith, skilled writer, pundit, A genius)
the Poetaster
syllabic bastard
quoth the poet,
nevermore
thine versifier
pathos bathos
pathetic liar
rhymester runes
huckster tunes
hurry! hurry! hurry!
here's more of rhyme
no worry...or sublime
sub-worse verse
© Goode Guy 2011-09-27
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peri_Bathous,_Or_the_Art_of_Sinking_in_Poetry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Pope
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/poetaster
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/rhymester
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/versifier
indeed, at times, he wrote
verses alien to his heart,
born of pressure, compromise,
hollow from the start,
or bred by boredom,
by word-smith's self-conceit,
or prompted by the flight
of fancy or deceit;
but on the whole, he's not
your idling, rambling rhymester
for, much of the joy and grief
in his lines are his, the writer
who has brayed and buried
much of his soul in his art
and raised over it a mound
of sand to mark that part !
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