Rhyming in iambic, counting fingers
Trying to make sense, syllables dropping,
Onto archaic form, often lingers,
Instead of language, clopping and popping,
Modern with its sublime spoken diction,
Filled with colloquial noises and slang.
A beautiful work of spoken fiction
Caroused in exuberance and shebang.
But shouldn’t I just, stay to the meter,
And in its essence, play along in truth,
Finding its Shakespearian bleak feature
With rhymes jutting, strutting quite proud and crude.
The Sonnet seems, quite complicated,
But could it be really overrated?
Categories:
shebang, poems,
Form: Sonnet
“Mice” is nice but might be called “mouses”
if a couple is next to a screen
and there is no screaming from me
except in excitement at my selection.
That Razer Viper V2 Pro
so light and quick under my palm.
Point, click and scroll with complete control.
Sexy as that is, mine’s plain old gray,
like an old man in a squeaky wheelchair.
And my guy started the whole shebang
when he started the mouse wheel turning
in my mind. He said he was taking mice
to India. I chortled at the thought of two
as well as the word choice. How cool
that I can pound on a tablet screen
to ask “the boss” the proper way.
Improperly, the internet replies
that both are right. How can both be right?
I just know my guy is wrong because
the opposite means his wife is…
I can’t even say it. Mice or mouses,
marriage lice or louses. Scroll wheel
turning, turning, turning and “Proud Mary
burnin’” daylight, agreeing to disagree.
*lyrics by John Cameron Fogerty
Categories:
shebang, silly,
Form: Light Verse
Have I done enough good
to offset the bad
have I delivered enough performances
that were deemed acceptable
to place in the chorus-line
my performances that were not
or
are my disappointing performances
out there centre-stage
whilst those that were pleasing
perform a bit part
a supporting role
unnoticed and unremembered
part of the scenery
a piece of the backdrop
against which my disappointments
powerfully present
well-remembered
indelibly definitive
give a command performance
have I become type-cast
rendered immutable
do I need to re-think my character
review my lines
change my costume
re-invent myself
or
do I become less of the harsh critic
the unflinching detractor
and give myself a break
go a little easy
allow what is me
to just be
am I faced with a conundrum
or
is the whole shebang
not a mystery
something be solved
but purely
just part of the magic of being alive.
Categories:
shebang, life,
Form: Free verse
"there is only what is happening"
this is the teaching;
what the senses sense
NOW
is the whole shebang..
happening dissolves
the solidity of our
persistent illusion..
happening
not a noun..but a verb:
the momentary dancing
of experience..
seemingly
entering and departing
what is known as
Awareness..
More..
happening is
what we are:
Awareness dancing...
Categories:
shebang, encouraging, meaningful, relationship, wisdom,
Form: Blank verse
I am a mountain
one with trees
growing on it
and grass
sprout- sprouting forth
I am a valley
one with rivers
gushing from its bossom
giving life
to the whole shebang.
I am war
my claws claim lives
defiled,
undefiled
and souls so pure.
I am peace
under my shadow
of generosity,
all lives thrive
and grow like grass.
I am everything
everything it takes
for one to slay
I am nothing
nothing,
but a mug of porridge
filled to the brim
I am a whole lot of things
I am the vivifer of all things within me
my presence
in this thing, this skin of mine
makes me shudder
makes me want to flee from me
for my worthless life
makes me wish I was man enough
to dispose of me.
Because I am
Afraid of myself.
(c) The Kakuru
#MugOfPorridge
Categories:
shebang, anxiety,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Long ago
a year or so
I received accolades a plenty
I won this, and I won that
I was on top of it all
I was almost the whole shebang
I was important
I was all about me
I pandered and pounded
I wanted attention and I won
I was sad, when my cheating was undone
Caught with the red herring deep in my mouth
I left to sulk a bit and have a wee pout
then I figured out after I was caught
there was a way to still receive
the praise I so sought
once a month
that's how she works
post only then
the egoists trophy is my new perk
Categories:
shebang, 3rd grade, character, child,
Form: Free verse
Soiree
See you Saturday
In Santa Fe
Fancy Shebang
Quick overnight boomerang
In convertible Mustang
Masked Escapade
No typical charade
Invitation says masquerade
Frame or Fame
Play the game
Hide your name
Real Deal
Say your spiel
Save the reveal
Quite Gourmet
They’ll serve Dubonnet
For floral bouquet
Midnight Champagne
Take private plane
Mile high insane
Ring the Cowbell
In a nutshell
Just another bombshell
Submitted on September 15, 2018 for contest SIX WORD COUPLET SERIES sponsored by MARK TONEY
Categories:
shebang, adventure, celebration, fantasy, fun,
Form: Couplet
Time began with the big bang,
when dis-order became the whole shebang.
Categories:
shebang, space, stars,
Form: Epigram
Fran, the zoo’s favourite orangutang
Was caught today playing with a boomerang
Later to onlookers she showed her fang
As she stuffed her face with banana pie meringue
As one hand held on to the overhang
From which she forever swang
With boundless energy Fran sprang
And joyfully bells rang and rang
That night Fran got into her yellow mustang
And drove to a karaoke and sang
Her words had the perfect slang
Although most painful was their twang
As though Fran felt a sudden pang
She ended with an awesome bang
Said goodnight to all the gang
Can you believe this whole shebang
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 15, 2018 for contest PLAYING WITH WORDS UNDER FIRE sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on February 22, 2018
Categories:
shebang, adventure, animal, fun, nonsense,
Form: Monorhyme
I like faint fire I feel
fueling me with fervor
for far off places without you
I like sweet scent of spring I smell
when you fan the flames
ignited by your carefree hand
I like warmth seeping in
letting my blood course free
with unpredictable energy
I like refreshing air I breathe
just seeing freedom lay waiting me -
sole initiator of breezy times
I like option one and two
of the whole shebang of things
I am free to do, or not do
I like how instant choice to vent
is mine, though time after time
... I've crossed no line ...
I like solitary silence
taking me by the hand
Soothing aches you've unhand
I like Creator's time
so packed with magic
My sole therapeutic fix.
*
Categories:
shebang, anger, forgiveness, freedom, hurt,
Form: Bio
If I were rich I would live in Orlando,
Where the sun grooms the watered land,
Where busyness is quelled by knowing that,
You can always live in another city grand.
My Disney poems would be accepted,
As part of the scene, the whole shebang,
As I would hope to complement Mr Disney,
With poetry’s feeling shade on the hang.
I would have the carers that I wanted to,
Tall, handsome, smiley and relaxed at chat,
And maybe have two showers every day,
With only a t-shirts to choose and rat.
I might go swimming in the outside pool,
With a carer, not with a staunch physio,
And I could barbecue mushrooms forever,
With have a large car having Orlando radio.
I may, in the end, write a non-fiction book,
About the Disney films and their morality,
About what’s behind them and the values,
About their promotion of a healthy longevity.
Sea World, Universal Studios and NASA,
Are just on hand by your door step,
And as a hub and centre for internationals,
The diverse culture means no cooking prep.
26/10/2015
Categories:
shebang, america, caregiving, film, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
Your list of words is *dubious,
so many came from slang.
I fear my up-tight mama
would forbid the whole shebang.
*Affaire de coeur is French of course
and we may only borrow.
I also know what’s slang today
could be correct tomorrow.
If I write an Irish poem,
I might use the word *Colleen.
Throwing it in just willy-nillly
would seem a bit obscene.
*Ethereal, is my favorite
and lies easy on mind.
*Fuzzled? I think you made that up.
It is not there to find.
*Interstitial? Show me a sentence
where that one could be used.
The *quintessential meaning
of this poem, is that to me,
not every word is equal,
some should be used sparingly.
Don’t think that I *lambaste you,
this is written quite in fun,
just as the list you gave us,
when all is said and done.
*Hither and yon is old English
and out of vogue today.
*Rambunctious, *vacillate, *usurp and *titillate
are in the dictionary
and are good words to be added
to a poet’s vocabulary.
On most of the others
I will simply have to pass.
I would have failed the course for using them
in my English teacher’s class.
Categories:
shebang, funny, words,
Form: Light Verse
Before.
Birth.
Cry some breaths.
Eat some chopped liver with tofu and salsa.
Do some things for money and some for fun.
Love some hopefully.
Death.
After
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Written by me Nancy Jones
between 12:36 and 12:38 EDT on Sunday, October somethingth (my comp only shows time, not date), 2011 CE (aka AD)
for Russell Sivey's 'test named “Challenge - Max 8 lines!!! “
Categories:
shebang, life, love, people, philosophy,
Form: Epic