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In Just A Few Words 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
7/14/2021
The limericks piled in his yard
Made mowing and maintenance hard.
The blade would get stuck
When nonsense it struck,
The handle from hyperbole jarred.
A blood’s cry dulled eerily from ghosts,
Had its jarred kisses like melancholia noon on purpled quab,
Righteous sanity to undone vain whirlwind,
xylophoning, yet zephyr.
You make us laugh at the terror of life in a measured way,
Lets look think and react to new profanity,
Let's get jarred, the fool bows before the bard,
Because he knows life is hard,
He lives in perfect empathy...
Form:
Sleeping deeply
Awakens calmly
Thunder hits hard
The part has jarred
Freed your mind
And don't be blind
Clueless indeed
And still agreed
One, Two, Zero
Nine, Two, Two
Vague so far
End is bizarre...
Potted, half cracked, or glass jarred
Bright ledged outside, in;
Pulled and smelt on a ramble
And more fragile still.
Each, if modest, by some urge
Strange as soul-longing
This close, as twere paradise
Needs bring, to fulfil.
Jibes flew across as sharp
jutting arrows stabbing
jolts chilling blood curdling
jarred sensibilities
Juxtaposed between sects
jagged edged racial slurs
jettisoned global peace
Contest Pleiades J
Six syllables in each line
date 4th March 2017
A blue feather floats into my dreams,
Carried by the storm, it softly gleams;
Angry clouds gather in the heavens,
They seem they're at sixes and sevens;
Earth bound, the blue feather crashes hard...
Falling from bed, I find my dreams jarred!
The sublime elixirous fragrance
Rose exuding it's sublime essence
Teleported to nirvana, presence
Jarred by piercing pain of a thorn
Withdrawing not, holding opposites
Frozen in time, in the palm of our hand
The pain too transmuted as bliss
Dissolving all inherent contradictions
03-November-2022
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I was jarred awake by a storm
last evening while dreaming of us,
we were together and we were happy
A bright flash of lightening ignited the
evening sky flooding my room with light,
allowing me once again to see
that I was actually alone
Stunned and saddened, I sat there in silence
waiting on the thunder...
it never came
Pools ripple and tides change
Who knew this would be so strange
An angel sent to heaven a mother is gone
Our memories together.
Oh so fond.
Smiles on our faces
Turn to missing places
Pain hits us har
Our hearts are jarred.
Remembering mother
One like no other.
R.I.P Mom
Melissa Sue Hanawalt
04-20-1979 - 12-07-2019
I was sitting in a meeting quietly, trying to act serious
When the good friend behind me fiddled with my chair, something furious.
I traveled down hard and fast, completely jarred, as I landed.
Reached behind me and slapped her knee with a crack, overhanded.
The ones who saw were in crazy stitches.
They did not tell, they are not snitches.
Tension grips:
when you try to open
the jarred doors-
of the death.
It was on old friend,
on the cusp-
selling the dirt.
Was it the ending of
the beginning ?
Who will go
beyond the dead
to find the immortal ?
You have left
many cantos unfinished.
I will try, will try
to join the dots,
the dashes,
the parentheses.
Satish Verma
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Without guide I race to her
Though my legs are old
In my hand this restless pen
Might I write before I’m cold
I hope my words will move her
To a place we never knew
Past ten cent stamps with yellowed backs
‘N jarred seeds that never grew.
Into fields of tender words
That brush upon her thought
I shall gather the gentle ones
For the flower I always sought
You met a girl, but made her a mother.
You have problems of your own how can you take care of another.
So your thoughts are racing, your feet are pacing.
It turns out you made a little girl
You could have had someone to make your world
But one night you took your own life.
That was two years ago and something still isn't right.
And every night I think what would life be like.
Form:
I write to preserve
what I think. Sort of like,
making jam from fruit --
harvests of my mind sweetened,
then, painstakingly jarred. You
provide the Time, and I will be
your future spread. It’s what poets
do. What poetry is all about. What
you see of us is only a tasteful portion
of what we will become. With some
toast, a warmth of coffee, I will be
your perfection.
I'm jarred, jolted up
from a snoring sleep
by my cranky alarm clock's
clang and beep;
my legs disobey me,
can't make them move,
my hair stands stiff
in the old Einstein groove;
all the way to the light
switch by the door
I stagger up what seems
like a mile or more;
then like a dog with
a bone in its mouth
I drop myself back
on my sleepy couch.
"what do you mean by that? " he said
in rather a threatening manner,
I blushed - my face turned red,
all the joy in the day was marred.
His anger changed my view of him
his witty turn of phrase now jarred,
his caustic comments left me cold,
all the joy in the day was marred.
Before I speak I'll think quite hard
and just stay in my own back yard,
curl up in a ball in the corner
for all the joys in all my days are marred,
Welcome in the Fall of life Spring enters
Loves emptied heart replenished with his touch
I become his Muse and he is my center
Lips burning passion captured in his clutch
Shared breath nothing compares to this splendor
Two bodies align in time they are flush
Worn hearts beating young with exhilaration
Once again falling into loves temptation
Contest: New Love
Sponsored by, Jarred Pickett
Ottava rima
Slick with wax
My life is lit by jarred candle.
Cannot see ahead of me
Just looking towards it-
Struggling.
Struggling towards it-
Ready to fall.
It seems inevitable that I may sink
Into an ultimatum brought to me
I may give in.
I wish not to-
But it only seems as though soon it will occur.
A feared future staring me in the eyes-
Grimacing
As if to intimidate me
I whisper helplessly.
But I cannot hold on by myself any longer-
I need back up.
If I was Santa up in the North Pole, many republican stockings would be brimming with coal. President Trump could be gifted a lie detector test, so thousands of rumors could finally rest. I'd arrange for the Italian American Lawyer Association to have Rudy Giuliani apologize to the nation. Mitch McConnell and Mr. Mark Meadows would be sentenced to community service in the ghettos. For Jarred Kushner and Ms. Ivank, I'd gift them a voided check to a Deutch bank.
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I'm jarred and jolted up
from a snoring sleep
by my old cranky alarm clock's
clang and beep.
My legs they disobey me,
can't make them move.
My coarse hair stands stiff
in the old Einstein groove.
All the blurred way to the light
switch by the door,
I stagger down what seems
like a mile or more.
But every bone joint in me
screams: arrgh and ouch!
So I drop myself back
on my sleepy couch.
.
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In ode to all who succumb
through wayward passages
lined of scribble notes
dripping ink’s savagery,
staining cursive patterns
in Sylvia-like depressions
Jarred bells ring
down lost tunnels
around each dark corner…clang
from steeples we chase
and beds we lie
draped in sadness
and shapes of
poetic happenstance
Tear drop vinaigrette
spiced of leftover lifetimes
drizzled on leafy desperation
bids a tired farewell
before time collects
the deserved rewards
I tumble from my bed
As sleep beckons, instead
To math I do head
This one class I dread.
Math is not my skill
Nor does it thrill
But I take it still
Like a bitter pill.
I study extremely hard
My brain now scarred
As math does bombard
I feel a little jarred.
I do so carry on
As the day does dawn
To use my mental brawn
To prove I am not forgone.
Though this is not my forte
Here comes the final day
To see if study does pay
I get my grade...it is an "A".