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Decending well into its inferno,
A realm of beauty, a furnace of love;
Not the frightfully "Dante's Inferno".
When hearts are ablaze; What colors of love!
cackling creepy cantankerous caustic crone
frightfully ferocious, fanatical, and I’m all alone
I hide in a boot, going as far as I dare go.
She shoves in her foot. Immediate woe!
Drifting darkly, memories swirling upward
snarled in spiders' frightfully webs spun, hoping
peace comes soon with fierceness. Her anti-venom
saves me from bug bites.
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By: Nancy Jones
Sapphic Stanza Contest
9/17/13
On a cold grey day, sky dismayed, it snows
Falling frightfully fast it quickly goes
Gathers in many spots
Covers the ground alot
An inconvenience to critters below
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Leighann Anderson "Mother Nature" contest
A
Bird
Cartwheeling
Diligently,
Ever
Frightfully
Gaining
Height
In
Jumbled
Knightly
Loops,
Moaning
Never
Once,
Perhaps
Queenly
Reigned
Sky
Took
Unnecessary
Vices
Wherever
Xiang
Yankee
Zaps.
06/09/2020
I am not brilliant
Or heroic
Or frightfully quick
Or connected.
Just beggarly
And bled for
And brothered
By Betlehem's King.
He came to us
And blessed by the Lake
Hounded and hung
And risen
For my puny sake.
Its a good thing
I now walk in
With Him.
I am frightfully fanciful,
My feather has a flourish
I am feeling foxy
My whorls and loops
Showing my stuff
Strutting
Yes I am a show off
Proudly and magnificently
Not everyone can do this
But I can
I am fancy
I write with a flourish
I am beyond reproach.
DEUTSCH SPRACHE
I spent years
Learning German
eating ginger snaps
Sitting straight
Thinking orderly
….sometimes
Snapping out crisp verbs and nouns
...sometimes
But--
All I remember
Is frightfully crazy
Sexualgymnastik
Is not a word often used
In polite conversation.
flocks of birds fly in...
newly mown lawn wet with dew
ducklings waddle by
poor birds take flight frightfully...
then return to look for worms
03/22/2012
3rd Place Winner
Black Eyed Susan "Tanka" Contest
Life
Grins
Wildly
Frightfully
Laughter dreams loudly.
Reality does not matter.
Uninhibited souls find new direction; minds scream.
There is no limit to the gambit of emotions a man can feel…or a woman.
Copyright March 10, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Fibonacci - Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
A well spoken Martian came calling last week
He popped in the house for a chat
Though I wasn’t displeased
When he coughed and he sneezed
I was miffed when he swallowed my cat
He said “ I am frightfully sorry,
It isn’t like me to do that
You must think me a hog
For I much prefer dog
Or a rodent like rabbit or rat”
The full moon is nigh...
Time for the ghosts and goblins
To come and join us.
The black cat walks on
the path that we shall not cross
~ that path is bad luck.
Those seeking candy
disguise themselves frightfully
~ scare it out of us.
Witches on broomsticks
flying across the full moon
~ Happy Halloween.
Listen to poem:
To be a bee
is not to be becoming
as pollen dust
defies the brush off.
is not to be becalmed
as the buzzer is never silent,
never switched to off.
is not be idle
as bees are frightfully busy
all of the time.
is not to be solitary,
as hives where bees live,
always swarm with bees.
Bees are never asked
'to be or not to be' questions
about being bees.
It’s half past midnight and there is again an existing creep
Visually obscured but couldn’t get a sleep
Frightfully terrified trying horribly to get a peep
Scared of looking even but have to breathe deep
The dogs all over began to woof
Jittered nervously could hardly even move
Suddenly cringed but have to have a proof
At last, of all people it was her all along, the crooked goof
the patched up scarecrow has the saddest smile
You can find him at the corner of the ten foot mile
I wondered what happened to this poor little creature.
He is horrid-looking, a frightfully pathetic feature.
Grandma’s eyes were slipping when she made him.
He is lucky to have a smile said my evil twin.
I sometimes sit and watch this scarecrow toss and spin.
Feeling sorry that she made him during her dementia whim.
My, the frightfully threatening roll
of the foreign tongue
inexplicable, rapid fire
shrapnel to the unaccustomed ear
proceeding, ever forward
in an unintelligible tirade.
Ears ache for understanding
Eyes strain for common ground
no single sigil or symbol recognizable.
My Lord, to be so alone, so lost
so must we journey, infants all,
landing without fan fair
on distant shores, seeking only
love and acceptance.
when i sleep i fa into slumber
then i awake with what seem
seems to be the worst headache
the walls cave in
i need to satisy my hunger
im in my own hell of demons
no need for heaven
somewhere theres a place for me between
a world thats not forseen
whats on my mind
a terriable fate thats left behind
when i sleep at night
the walls creep in my demons insight
though frightfully its a sin
sometimes its just there i have to give in
Form:
In the tree sits the blackest of all cats
Evil companion of the dark lady
Dousing fear, the cat makes animals scat
He hisses as she comes quite silently
Full of powers from this Halloween tree
The owl hoots above them both, frightfully
The witch laughs, encouraged quite blissfully
She lights the fire underneath the cauldron
All parts are there, now must boil anxiously
Power for her soul that was the bargain
Russell Sivey
the malagasy giant jumping rats
look at me as if
to tell me it'll be alright in
the end
but i try to ditch the family
and run off to the insect house
overhear a family wanting a refund because
the aquarium has no octopus
there's no banter
in the primate enclosure
the ape looks frightfully annoyed
and i'm trying to get me mate
into dressing gowns
willing to dead name once
a week
the family find me
amongst the anteaters
How mesmerizing,
the flame that dances before my eyes
How entrancing,
as it flickers in
its provocative ways
So bright, so beautiful,
Yet so erotically evil
Consuming all that
gets in its way
How false that the
flame can be tame
A substance of life,
and keeper of death
Acting out its part in
the lives of all
Magical, helpful, yet
painfully deadly
How odd the flame is,
its characteristics frightfully
similar to those of... Love !
Introspective, delightfully coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart,
she wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels so frightfully arcane
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxon.
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
rigor mortis to absolute bliss!
forever fragrant flowers
freshly frozen French fries
frosty frigid French pie
frightfully frumpy frogs
F is frolicking, having fun
frilly frisky Frankenstein
freezing frivolous frazzled fried flies
fruitful frustrated frankfurter finches
fragrant frizzled frocks
Frisking friendly fruity F
flirty fleeting fishes
flaky, flashing, flaming flashes
flawlessly flagging flip-flops
floundering in fleshy, flaxen, fluff
Flamboyant F, flavored fruitfully
They often cascade from a creator's mind.
Those shooting stars in a black shawl night.
Some are light-years afar, others frightfully close.
Some are dulled and forever scarred.
Others sashay through life as sequined ghosts.
Some are connected in a mental constellation.
Some dwell outside Einstein's immaculate equation.
Some are crushed vagabonds in space and time.
Some kiss the mouths of ravenous devils.
Some are candelabra in the blackest of eyes.
Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart.
She wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels so frightfully arcane
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxon.
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
rigor mortis to absolute bliss!
Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart.
She wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels so frightfully arcane
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxon.
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
disappointment to absolute bliss!