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If only Inbox's and Mail?
Denote whether a poet or budding writer,
Has succeeded or failed!
Is it the reader or writer
Who has failed?????????????????????????
E-xcellent
V-erse
E-xpresses
R-ighteousness
L-etting
Y-our
N-ame
D-enote
O-ne
G-reat
T-houghtful
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Everlyn C. Dogta (April 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Recall the rhetoric they promote.
Much like their predecessors, they’ll
struggle to keep us afloat.
In truth, they do not care;
all spouted by rote.
Agree to all
you denote,
for your
vote.
When the drop of
Cool water
Dropped
on a tender leaf
Giving a hard kiss
The leaf trembled
And screamed
I hate your shivery touch!
Before denote its love
The drop of water dissolved
Over the leaf!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
Look down at your belly button, is it an in-y or an out-y
In-y's denote intelligence so exhibit it quite proudly
While at the beach
It won't be your physique
They'll know you're a smarty and they'll cheer you quite loudly
A mighty note
The essence of colors spoken out
Depth you and I cannot do without
Never lonely
Our Lord walks with thee
Safely together
Blessing your shelter
The age of command that could
Upon your voices we stood
Warmth of your quilt
On this blessed rock you have built
Look down at your belly button, is it an In-Y or an Out-Y
In-Y's denote intelligence so exhibit it quite proudly
While at the beach
It won't be your physique
They'll know you're a smarty and they'll cheer you quite loudly
© Jack Ellison 2015
Mine is an In-Y of course!
The cat from our house,
it's all over the way...
If I come to the living room,
he stands in the middle,
if I come to the kitchen,
the same thing...
When we pass it,
he touches us with his paw
or with the tail...
our cute kitten
seems to denote:
" I'm human too and I wish
your affection " !
At work
Trying to work
Efforts none work.
Uncomfortable
Knees feel feeble
Senses a-tumble.
Lost concentration
Tormented by an ********
Locked in anticipation.
My heart is pure
Yet I fear
Will I get a cure?
*Konji - A slang of eastern Nigeria origin used to denote sexual urge/horny
feelings.
All the hearted people 'mongst the human race
Pretty soon there won't be enough space
People running place to place
Scared of what they'll face
Why's there war?
Grace
War- no more!
Love- we must embrace
Evil doer's we must chase
Hold the leather and denote the lace
All the hearted people 'mongst the human race
As luscious as blood,
A romantic color.
Symbolizes love,
Bringing joy and fervor.
Can be worn by a lady,
Her classic red lips,
A one lucky color!
That gives you a bliss.
Oh burning red!
Fill the world with your color.
Show what love and passion,
Make them as your believer.
To love is red,
Does not denote war.
You’re an inviting color,
Gives a soluble par
Twisted in eddies through whirlpools of living
we are experimentalists with emotions of affection
as vocabulary of language cannot denote-
for measures in words are profoundly inadequate
for two spirits forged in the crucible of souls
tempered in moments by breath of existence.
For no voice had nor thoughts expressed
what heart has heard as love’s guest.
Famine of descent
self righteous ~ origin of meant,
in speaking harshly
not relent ~
Starvation, e'er the words denote
and fasting ~ need to hold my note
to eat my own, the words I choke
and digest not, their meaning's spoke!
Receptacle of worth, my mouth
does bandy on thoughts foul uncouth,
tomorrow then, that plate of words
must eat my own, others have heard!
Famine of descent
self righteous ~ origin of meant.
In speaking harshly
not relent ~
Starvation, e'er the words denote
and fasting ~ need to hold my note,
to eat my own, the words I choke
and digest not, their meaning's spoke!
Receptacle of worth, my mouth
does bandy on thoughts foul uncouth,
tomorrow then, that plate of words
must eat my own, others have heard!
Matthew 12:33-39
Through arid nights
They fire their gun
But do not see
my war is done
the years of blood
have stained my skin
and chambered death
inside a grin
I have born my soul
To no applause
And washed up on
A thousand shores
When the blasts denote
That death is near
And the mists of dream
Are all but clear
As voices fade
Behind the sun
Then all shall see
My war is done
One Note
A single, little note
Small, yet elegant
And is nothing to denote
As that would show you arrogant
A little cumbersome
But is very needed
And it may also become
The one that is seceded
Instead of losing others
But is caught by them
And it shows that it bothers
Those with shining gems
And since it is now will received
You hear the sand in the hourglass sieved
Written on December 18, 2019
Chip off the old block;
It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
In our meritocracy.
Titles through ages;
A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
Some things need to change.
Birth won’t denote skill;
It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
When money they flout.
James Caan can shove it,
And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
Let our time begin.
I'm waiting for election day
When all the hoopla goes away,
All the lies and all the drama.
You're not fooling this old gramma.
You are but puppets mouthing dirt,
Spewing garbage, foe to hurt.
I want to hear what you will do,
Not old re-hash. Give me some new
Info if you want my vote.
More lies will to me denote
The choice is an unholy sin
For least revolting guy to win.
won one of the no. 4 spots
The road ahead
Is best on either side
By desert scrub and sand
On both right and left
And it's tar is beset by cracks
Only permeated by painted white line's
That denote left and right of centre
But which is the correct direction
You should be
Fleeing
Or
Aiming
In the end is entirely up to you
Unless instead you choose to stay put
and put down roots
And settle for a road less travelled
Freud’s mirror
I am looking at myself in Freud’s mirror
The reflection is not of a white haired bearded sage
But of a falling face of middle age
My face in his mirror
When he saw himself there – did he see the id?
Or was it the repressive super-ego?
A stained old mirror-
Did he shave there?
Or did he just mark time?
Who needs a clock or a calendar to denote its passing-
When all you need do is go to the Bergstrasse
And see yourself in Freud’s mirror?