Short Phrased Poems
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spontaneous
vitality
phrased
individuality
improvised.
interpretations
of
the
moment
filled
with energye
in
intuitive
avant-garde
orrnamentation
abstracted bass, cacophonic drums echoing.
fretting guitars, humming in jubilation.
knackish lyrics, melancholy narrated opus.
phrased quartets, rare sonorous texture.
upbeat virtuoso, windy xaphoons yodel Zep.
As this room, Earth life's, dims more
Leaves us, piling up
With too much things boxed, besides
This, junked, abides
In the mind's own storage place.
Old. Wilted, washed out.
Sentiment! Flowery phrased.
Dream world's. Since rased.
What if the country we're bombin,
was bombin us instead?
There wouldn't be a road left
to stop and rest our head!
Some say it's an Intense WAR,
just phrased as "Mighty Sad"
Wonder if we're the Good Guys
Or possibly the Bad?
RECOLLECTIONS
exquisite
vignettes
a
reportoire
relished
approach
an
opportunity
encapsulated
in
cultural
cornerstones
with
luscious
touches
with
hybrid
conformity
phrased
&
hallmarked
in
the
mundane
convuluted
&entangled
I’m not asking for approval,
that belongs to time
The spoken words I cherish most,
to you seem out of rhyme
I’m not asking for acceptance,
my muse rejects your praise
In darker moments light is found
—your comments weakly phrased
(The New Room: December, 2021)
SIGNIFICANCE
an
imperfect
rhapsody
embellish
unforgettable
melodies
venture
forth
heartened
delight
conveniely
exaggerated
compounded
phrased
&
appraised
estimated
&measured
circling
comprehension
in
creative
forces
lapsed
destiny
both
beautiful
&
emotional
being odd one out
type cast, outcast disgrace phrased
seems doesn’t belong
disreputable
now undesirable one
member of the group,
special family
black sheep unspoken values
as such, low status
7/7/19
Black Sheep Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Whilst seated upon the commode,
An astronomer, Johann Elert Bode
Found a celestial law
Which had nary a flaw
Which he phrased in the form of an ode.
Each planet you see is removed from the sun
By a distance twice farther than the preceding one
Not a half, I lament
Not three hundred percent
But just twice! (Now isn't this fun?)
If tears were poetry,
my words would flow
in a constant stream
onto the dampened paper,
running together in a blur
of forever promises
and hoped for futures
But alas they are merely
salt stained lines
in sorrowed cursive fonts,
drenched in phrased sadness,
falling from my eyes,
flooding the cracks
of my broken heart
If tears were poetry,
I would be a poet
Wallace Stevens was the greatest
man I never knew.
Juggled both Hunting Tigers
and hanging nouns.
Wonder about his demeanor
walking about the courtroom
with even heeled shoes,
focusing on the even keeled beat.
A dozen orbits and
twice that in satellites
quivering to witness twisted truths,
be they that or not.
Phrased.
Articulated.
Blatently controlling the room,
his stage.
I rave and rant
And love no more
Reason’s been shown the door
The memory of an elephant
Is badly hurt and sore!
Good times I remember not
Cynicism has taken its place
I think it’s a great disgrace
To think halcyon times
Were just a phase!
A tender smile, a loving word
I give a motive now
I don’t believe an ardent vow
It’s just some words you see
Phrased nicely to stop a row!............