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Uxorious
You have got to be
joking
I
one to dote
Excessively fond
of her
Submissive to her
Ok
I admit
that’s my love
You melt my heart and other parts of my body
In fact, some of my parts are anything but floppy
You could call me tense
Rigid parts quite immense
Gasping, drooling and excessively sloppy
Elaborate the plan
Enticing by pretence
Exclusive in deceit
Extols hypocrisy.
Each step has been rehearsed
Except for masquerade
Excessively disguised.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 27 April 2014
Contest: Let’s Pleiades
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placing: 7th
A destructive path indeed. Feel the wrath that I bleed. Cruise past the exit I need. I speed
excessively. Aggressively I wrestle me. Questioning who I should be. Forgeting what I used
to see. You can't get used to me. I get old quickly. I move swiftly. Without a paddle, drifting.
Form:
In the middle of the night,
I have much inspirational insight;
My hobby's been written expressively.
Excessively dancing onto the keys,
Typing is amusically quiet to my ears,
This clearly imagined into being
A dance floor known as a keyboard;
I shall never be bored for long,
For a song of little sound is near.
or I was born such
(or probably both)
between the sea to stay
more left of the light
(the less of the two).
I tried
the words not to hurt,
but not to rejoice excessively.
To move
without moving away
(the cross-sail of sailing craft).
To be a dream for someone dreamt up.
You can’t stay
between the sea and
sea
RAIN
When it simply rains,
there is a feeling of spiritual and pictorial peace
IF it calmly refreshes and washes the roof of life...
But when it rains excessively,
it causes a feeling of fear
when the human being irresponsibly
does not care for or monitor
the designs and destinies
of what he should be fully caring for...!
Sally McJimmy- Gee was a pro at sycophancy
Currently over-flattering plain old maid Nancy
Complimenting her ridiculously excessively
Her honey-like, simpering words annoying me
She lavished on this nutcase all kinds of praise
Thinking she might get herself an undeserved raise
If she does, I will be angry enough to burn this place down
I try to figure out which one of these two is the biggest clown
I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured
Greed envelopes all into stout fingers
Lust embraces passionate youth
Envy breathes in the minds of the conceited
Gluttony resides in those who are unfit
Sloth exists in those who are uninspired
Wrath remains rabid in the permanently livid
Pride sits within the excessively bold
I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured.
I use them all the time
But I don't really know.
What they say or convey
Mere thoughtlessness or more?
I've seen them being used,
Excessively at times.
Where words didn't make it
The dots would suffice.
I hate the impact they have
Leaving you yearning for more
Unnerving and confounding
Indefinite conclusions I loathe
The dots in the end
Of some words desolate
Abandoned by the creator
For the other to insinuate...
A sport
And we do not crave
And what does addiction mean?
No glory is our desire, a lie
The best arm is aimed
The thrashing of egos and
Emotions. Lest you cry
When your food is placed on the platter
Examine it well
There are no regrets
Eating excessively is sin!
Stop before you're homeless
Gone in the dark
And alone in defeat
Impossible
So continue, like a true gentleman
It's almost a farewell to arms..
But your aces are high
Form:
Talking excessively just can’t stop.
Overly stressed and beginning to flop.
Messing in matters you need to stay out.
Ushering in tension and running about.
Choices being made without a second thought.
Holding others hostage by your own malicious plots.
Drama, drama, drama that’s all I hear.
Rehearsing matters over and over again.
Always in the valley of o.p.p.
Mettling in other’s business this should not be.
Angry at others and being the drama queen.
Fluffy cats frivolous
laying on best linen
faces oblivious
excessively grinning
Impudent sparrows
and chattering larks,
wooing old ladies
beyond in the park
Standing on limestone paths
Where nervous starling waits
Grabbing scraps from dishes
ballet on garden gates
Yawning pink palate
wet stabbing teeth.
Folks cannot pass them
but stroke on the street
But when night falls dark
and paws are licked clean
They enter town parks
While old ladies dream
Form:
Sitting here, in a room with no light
Everything seems
Increasingly bright
And the sound seems louder
Than it normally should be
As I play
With my excessively growing goatee
It seems like a habit
Having my mornings this way
Yet for fun there is a price
Everyone must pay
Only one question dwells
In the mind of thy own
The answer still remains
To be unknown
Somewhere in the distance
Unreachable by any means
Sits a tall beaming
United States Marine
Form:
Scheduling time for you
out of their own convenience.
holding your past against you.
I know how you feel.
feeling trapped
whenever they are around.
discrediting your dreams and abilities.
lying to you more than once.
their negativities rubbing off on you.
excessively envious of what you have.
motivating you to be judgmental.
encouraging you to be hateful.
wanted you to be someone else
besides your divine self.
you must recognize bad company!
There’s someone for everyone, but me
Because I, fortunately
Descend from royalty
So I get to have some-three
I don’t think that having some-three
Is excessively greedy
Just look at past monarchy
Where they enjoyed some-thirty
So there’s someone for all but me
That’s a good deal, I agree
It helps fill each country
With plenty of families
However, since I get some-three
Due to my nobility
It’s not what it’s cracked up to be
Coz three wives were the end of me