Short Carte Blanche Poems
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Freedom is not carte blanche
knowing right from wrong comes with responsibility
~ karma will be ever watchful
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd palce 2025
regal bird of prey
keen talons of endurance
carte blanche bald eagle
Bird Themed Haiky Poetry Contest
5-7-5 syllable count
howmanysyllables.com
July 25, 2018
when I love, I love generously
carte blanche with my heart
always giving all I have
once those feelings start
my love like a credit card
the sky the limit for every charge
this way that I love someday
will be returned in the same way
Ten Words
T’was a bone fide anomaly
an avant-garde cacophony
carte blanche imbued with déjà vu
soft ennui of élan
following an endless toque
the dilettante went flat
baroque
John G. Lawless
©1/15/2018
ten words
Anomaly
Avant-garde
Baroque
Bona fide
Cacophony
Carte blanche
Deja vu
Dilettante
Elan
Ennui
The baroque politician walked with carte blanche
he definitely was a bona fide anomaly.
The crowd didn't like his avant-garde elan
as the low mummer turned to cacophony.
Politician calmly showed ennui
as though it was deja vu.
Crowd was not a bunch of dilettantes
becoming avant-garde took his shoes.
Then began ripping his baroque clothes
what happened next, nobody knows.
Among artists, she is something of an anomaly—
Traditional and avant-garde, austere and baroque,
Yet a bona fide artist nonetheless.
Amid the cacophony of modernism,
Where iconoclasm gives Carte-blanche
To jettison all rules and form and coherence—
A kind of fauvist deja-vu in distorted echoes—
She, neither dilettante nor polemicist,
Has genuine elan, and force, and passion--
In contrast to pandemic, jaded ennui.
To Israel Kamakawiwo, IZ
Tell him the sea has receded and the stars are jumping on its bare bed.
Tell him that history was a seagull hungering our names.
Tell him, if he is silent, if he isolates himself, God appeased the volcano,
created for us this island.
Tell him that I wait for him under the almond tree, barefoot and still tousled,
with shimmering hoops. Hawaii, Izzy surfing clouds, playing ukulele.
Wind is blowing through the trees
Bluebird, are you in the breeze?
Have you come to comfort me?
To soothe my lonely heart? To see
Me smile because it's you?
I think I hear your wingbeat through
The bending of the leaves and branch
In everything you have carte blanche
I've made a nest for us to live
You relax now, let me give
You what I have, on bended knee
The music and the poetry
It's who I am, it's what I do
It's you I want to give it to
I feel a sense of déjà vu as I listen
to the cacophony of voices:
dilettantes discussing poetry
under baroque chandeliers. Masquerading
as avant-garde writers or bona fide critics
(black turtlenecks; color is an anomaly and suspicious),
they claim carte blanche to spew
pompous platitudes,
pronounce entire oeuvres as lacking elan
while all they create is endless ennui.
1/22/2018
For contest: Contest: Ten Words Ten Lines 2
Sponsor: Silent One
An elegant baroque auditorium,
filled with bonafide audience,
awaiting for an eminent avant-grade maestro,
to hear his modern musical cacophony;
A fusion of ancient and modern magical tunes;
that makes the people feel pure elan and bliss
and he never makes his fans embrace ennui.
He was once an epitome of anamoly and failure's friend,
but a hardworking dilettente and was given carte blanche,
he exerted himself to prove him and now his success is a deja vu
Anomaly don't enter contests like this
the style is a bit avant-garde,
I'm a bit of an oldie, preferring baroque
and finding this bona fide hard.
The cacophony of words dancing round in my head,
carte blanche to use this ten word list,
this is my third attempt, seems a bit deja-vu
but my dilettante side can't resist.
Not sure if I can do this write with elan
but hey-ho, ennui go.
For contest 'Ten words, ten lines2', sponsor Silent One
January 23rd 2018
Here in his baroque library just so
He ignored the cacophony below.
Did the ennui he felt show in his face
Or did the faux elan show in its place?
He thought of the dilettante he had met.
She from the avant-garde populous set.
An anomaly that did not fit here -
He gave her his heart carte blanche without fear.
No deja vu came forth as in the past.
He smiled, could this be the love that would last?
1-15-18
For Silent One's contest Ten Words Ten Lines 2
Too young for bars, but thirsty.
Uncle Reggie owned a beer joint so
we went in and had beers carte blanche.
He was upstairs dying of cancer.
We went up for an impromptu visit.
He and his woman in a small room.
He was in bed weak with sickness.
We made small talk then escaped.
We went downstairs; one for the road.
Everything I drank then tasted bitter.
One day we'll all be in that bed upstairs.
May God rest all of our souls. Amen
Climbing from her escapism's, evanescent pool; love's predicate...
Figure skating of dreams, infinite; timeless, Hollywood's paper doll ?
Fete fete's parquet circles; abstract evolutions ex de facto; abtruse comets
Her beauty's evening star ? An epoch; fantasia's zephyr winds; parabolic these doors
Celestial's sphere sunset's skies; axioms ignis fatuus ? Fandom's fluttering wings..
Spawned their pure white dove; solitary, blue canopy her flight ? Carte blanche scarlet, tears.
Form:
“Avant garde”, whispered some as he walks past,
Cacophony around, still he seemed lost!
Her face haunts his thoughts, an anomaly in the lot!
Touched by Hephaestus, an artisan bonafide,
Its deja vu, he Sculpts; In past she hides!
With unbearable ennui, he chisels away,
He’s no dilettante, art is his only “way”!
He brought back the baroque style from time,
Just so her grace and elan could be mimed!
To believe is hard, muse has carte blanche on sculptor’s heart!
20/01/2018
Rondelet: Democracy
"I'm fed up with democracy. In a democracy, people vote for the mayors. I wanted to build a city where I will choose the citizens." Emir (Nemanja) Kusturica, director and scriptwriter (with David Atkins) of the masterpiece: Arizona Dream (1993).
Democracy
One vote cast is carte blanche cast out
Democracy
Feeds small men constituency
The one-vote majority clout
Enough to send tough troops all out
Democracy
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012