Mrs. Hill, who had chastised the children
For laughing so
Rowdily
wildly
she
saw
They were
Kind children
Who gave from their
Hearts, these brilliant wishes for happiness
Photo Number Two
February 6, 2021
Double Tetractys 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Categories:
rowdily, birthday, children, school,
Form: Tetractys
It was not the sound of babies crying
Or anger,
fear
Old folks dourly discussing
Nor disputes,
debates
Strident voices of cussing
It was not the sound of children weeping
Or taunts,
doubts
Young people rowdily ruminating
Nor oppression
craftiness,
Ungrateful tones of murmuring
It was not the sound of grown ups mourning
Or dementia
regrets,
Middle age crisis managing
Nor depression,
unforgiveness
Poisonous tongues of viper stings
The last sound heard was the sound of death dying
Categories:
rowdily, hope, sound, spiritual, visionary,
Form: Verse
Haphazard chaos became the norm.
Attention Deficit Disorder brought the storm
Throw in a little hyperactivity and boys.
Rip roaring commotion and a disarray of toys.
Every action challenged serenity.
Drama pierced peaceful woodlands rowdily.
Never did their pain elicit such hatred.
Every shout was hurtful, unthinking, and mean.
Vulnerability increased; love lost its sheen.
Endless name-calling wrought two boy’s punches.
Respectable young brothers forgot to love.
Family split asunder by parental blunder.
Excruciating pain filled their children’s brain.
Love was offered; rejection brought hate.
The children cried; victims of the state.
Social services skillfully dismantled parental bonds.
Ordering a gambit of activities; family love absconds.
Guilty or not, it did not matter; love was marked.
Opportunity to hate had opened every door.
Ordinarily, the boys had been happy and respectful.
Dismantled; hatred never felt so good.
Copyright March 10, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Love or Hate pick a subject #2 –
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Form: Acrostic with Rhyme
Categories:
rowdily, anger, corruption, depression, family,
Form: Acrostic
…the hilt of romance…
Your beauty heavenly, evokes the envy of Cytherea
Alluring me seamlessly, as gravity charms the docile sea,
Ecstasy looms, radiant as glistening rays of sunrise felicity,
My resistance dwindles, I drift swiftly away from mortality.
Life evanesces, only you exist! Enchanted by your sweet poison,
My body wanes irrevocably, thirsting, yielding to molten compulsion.
You tease my longing with your rosy scent, fresh as budding lilacs,
Caresses of your strokes silken, enthuse me like erotic aphrodisiacs.
Your kisses, satiate pleasures deepest, within my inmost core,
Soulful whispers with moans interlude, our cravings for encore.
Forms entwined to each other, as courting vines amorously cling,
Like summer’s heat, our intense friction, arouses delights of spring.
The flames in your eyes, would make the brightest stars pale,
Breathing eternity into my being, carrying me away like a gale,
Our pulses as tidal waves, rowdily rippled by passions sensual,
Beyond depths of bliss, to the hilt of romance perpetual.
© Maverick Nyambu
19/02/14
PS:
Cytherea (Aphrodite) - ancient Greek goddess of love & beauty
Categories:
rowdily, feelings, kiss, love, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Renee’s rabbits rowdily romped and ran round the room.
Categories:
rowdily, animals, love, pets
Form: Alliteration
We thrust ourselves on you
Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping
Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling
Every vestige of your dignity.
We hurl ourselves at you
Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging
Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous
To possess you in your entirety
Yet, we feel no shame
For
Raping the world we live in.
For
Being the architects of a ghetto
That once was
Paradise.
Categories:
rowdily, angst, loss, nature, war
Form: Free verse