Short Ottava Poems
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Feeling trapped, feeling so lonely yet so lost...
I think I am loosing my mind. I feel as the world, is drowning me with doubt and with so much worries.
around the world
there are boys girl
singing and jingling
christmas bell
you can tell
its love in the air
by the HOLIDAYS STOPPER
ITS
MUSIC FOR CHRISTMAS SHOPPER
Do the best in all you do
With all your strenght and skill
Let your work be clean and true
Giving your heart and will
Using your time wisely too
With none leftover to kill
So at the end of your working day
Your work is worth your pay
Wind on strings
whistles
Thunder beats
on drums
Wolf solo sings
Rainfall hums
Owls hoot low
Striking lightning
glows
In gentle murmur
a spring
sings lullaby
to sleeping flowers
First Place Winner: Brian Strand July13 Contest
Threnody dirges miseries
Severance of machinations
The gravedigger’s shovel buries
These coffin crypt lamentations
Lachrymose welts filling levees
Life’s vile xenotransplantations
Psychopomp as a wraith’s whisper
Dust swept away by a zephyr
A wee frustration or a slight,
can cause a response so abrupt
should your explosive fuse ignite,
and your composure then erupt,
spawning disquietude and fright,
our serenity to disrupt.
I didn't buy tickets today
for a pyrotechnics display.
A lady named Ottava Rima
who hailed from Peruvian Lima
would write down her verse
then bellow and curse
All the structure just made her Scream-a!
2nd Place
Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Cecilia Hopkins-Drewer
6/11/17
Jasper Johns saw the number eight,
And he was illuminated,
Then he started to speculate:
A lonely number should be mated,
I need something with more weight,
And the obvious he deliberated:
Paint with numbers my good man,
I’ll draw them from the colours in my can!
I sing this ode to you, bad back,
though you have given pain and woe -
and sent me to many a quack
looking only to make some dough.
The pain you cause is an attack.
I wish you'd find a place to go,
but I know my dear loyal friend,
that you'll be with me till the end.
The elephant beat so unique
Rhythm and Blues tapping my shoes
Wooden dance floor finest antique
Brown hips that hop keeping the groove
Flamboyant soul is that Monique
Floating rather than walking she moves
Don’t be a vulture on tree top
Join cocoa culture called hip hop
Blue butterflies dancing with me,
Old stars come down to kiss the earth,
The happy birds are flying free,
A time for perfume, endless mirth
New silver bells ring… Victory!
Snowdrops announce the new Spring birth.
Cherry blossom rise in splendor,
As the winter slow surrender!
we are not this limited body-mind
being but a form which we so ensoul
so holding firm focus leave doubts behind
invoking God’s grace that we may feel whole
and enact in nonchalance our life role
breath by breath as a dweller of the void
no longer by hypnotic thoughts decoyed
Slipping slowly across the sky,
Summer sun in hot sizzling bliss
Permits no hasty alibi,
Neither offers a gentle kiss,
While ample creams will justify
Protective lotions we dismiss,
So, lest we blister, we must care,
Protective shirts and sunscreen wear.
written May 28, 2021
PERFUME
Baby knows mother’s scent,
Find her in the dark, need be.
Mama’s strength’s all but spent
But baby nestles on her knee,
Head to breast well-content,
Imbibes perfume of famiy tree,
Loving there her essence, fragrance -
World’s best perfume in abundance.
Went to the orchestra tonight,
All had tails, and gowns to floor,
Distinctive sounds, sounded right.
Came the end, conductor on guard,
Lady’s cleavage focused on;
Conductor’s baton now quite hard
All’s well that bends well, saintly true,
While conductor’s trousers? Steadily grew.
Insisting one might was well be dead
Feasting upon dark emotional words
This is how the young have been led
Magnetic this compass for the birds
Signal sent be that of infrared
Drawing them all in by the herds
This be part of their pseudoscience
By misusing the cognitive science
"Gosh!,by heaven who is this again?"
He flew holding unto the wall as it's aid.
It leaped higher,when the light i on again.
He retrieved as the shadow fled.
My fist strucked the wall,
To have it on the tile fall.
But the more i hunt it,
The cockroach escapes it.
18:01:30:22:53
Hurricanes twirl like a kaleidoscope,
chaotic fragments crash in pewter sky,
perpetual unstable isotopes
create apocalypse on land once dry.
Cacophony of wind does shear the hope
to quell hysteria in waters high.
The spiraled carnage in the wind does fly
outside the hollow of an evil eye.
By a slender thread hangs my sanity.
I am dangling just above an abyss.
At any moment, I can fall freely
Into the clutches of a nemesis.
Short moments seem like an eternity.
I have never been in a place like this.
I will fall into deep degradation.
Please let it be my imagination.
before exhaling, cause of intent held
focus peaked, attention animated
before it can act, ego cravings belled
no agenda remains to be stated
the tree of delusion is this way felled
as bliss beats rise and heart is elated
being the do-nothing practice employed
revealing lustre of Self unalloyed
Misfit always out of step with the world,
Outsider longing to run forever;
Then into my reticent life you twirled;
Proximity my only endeavor;
Eyes lit on fire and my appetite swirled,
there was no confusion whatsoever;
The vampire in me kindled a sparkle,
Edward Cullen please make me immortal.
For the winter carnival bundled up,
frozen breath adds to anticipation;
Steaming cappuccino filling my cup,
the vertex of this warm celebration;
Eliminate the need to be grown-up,
tonight enjoy a childhood fixation;
Indulge yourself in a ferris wheel ride,
an event leaving you all but tongue-tied.
Your fabrications are all that ring true;
You do what you do holding a motive;
That bawdy neon sign reads ‘Ballyhoo’.
Why am I attracted to corrosive?
Patchwork display of broken art you drew,
complete picture is the gift that I give;
I can’t do artificially flavored
unable to stomach empty handed.
Subrosa tears dropped into that refrain,
it's a soft melancholy you could miss.
There is no desire to ever explain
the fragile emotions within a kiss.
You lie awake releasing hidden pain,
creating with the Muse your accomplice.
A project for insomniac moments,
that harsh fog within poetic laments.
At these freckled stars I sit and marvel,
some so delightfully microscopic;
A piece of this universal puzzle
casts it’s spell over me so hypnotic;
Oh what a vision it leaves me tearful
with one gaze I’m left optimistic;
Your skin’s a doppelgänger of the sky,
and it’s got me feeling recklessly high…