Short Plentitude Poems
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ajay acrostic
A : Affectionate I’m by character,
J : Jocular being my nature.
A : Amiable is my attitude,
Y : Youthful I’m in plentitude.
He phoned the village bakery
And ordered a delivery
Loads and loads of tasty pies
Ate them all but at a price
He spent the night in misery.
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Contest: Plentitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
This verse is like confectionary
The sweetest chocolate poetry
With cream buns here in plentitude
To turn away that would be rude
The more I read the more I find
These poems always feed my mind
I wish you all the very best
Now put the menu to the test
Platitudes of gratitude
reveal a shallow attitude
A plentitude of finger food
does not result in pulchritude
Multitudes of semi-nudes
enhance a life of turpitude
Inaptitude and incertitude
pave the path of ineptitude
pumpkin pie
Tasty finger licking
Delicious almost dissolving
right on top of my tongue and inside
My mouth I sat there and waited
Cause pie was so hot
Burnt is what got
I cry
contest:Plentitude of pies
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
10.08.2014
However
Picture
Postcard
Perfect
Paradise Island
May initially seem
Without a certain other Soul
To share it's plentitude and bounty with
Must be be like the final tree in a wood
being felled
Enquiring to themselves I wonder if
anybody else heard that
And is coming to my rescue
So soft and colorful,
I simply stare at you,
Gratitude!
Love in totality, wordless
Blinks flashing your,
Cattitude!
You never correct me.
You just accept me, kind
Attitude.
Your snoring in my ear,
Erases all my fears,
Plentitude.
Walking with sweetness,
On God’s earth,
Beatitude!
Enraptured by this treasure's home,
A plentitude of blooms unfold,
Rarest of blooms, a chromatic trance,
A garden's embrace, a wild romance,
With rare frondescence, delights unfurled,
I stand gazing amidst opulence at this glass-bound world,
Oh bottle garden, how my senses fail to describe such a masterpiece,
Enchanting souls, your charm isn't one to cease,
It's okay to live a quiet life,
to live and love in the solitude
of a forest glen
where simple things
become the song of plentitude.
Morning fog to greet the dawn,
Morning sun to filter down
and warm the ground where flowers
soon shall shout their colors
to the bees that hum.
The deer and her fawn will wander near
to eat the apples that appear
the same as every year,
they speak to me these perfect beasts
and say it is safe to shelter here.
eager for fresh air
sandman’s stardust fades
nightmares flee through open panes –
breeze ushers in sun
squinting, I wake up
memories of terror gone –
bright, glorious day
wrens on window ledge
nature’s plentitude finds me –
eager for fresh air
*It’s the escape from nightmares and the joy found in nature that make me dash out of bed.
Entry for Ed Ebbs’ “What Makes You Wake Up Each and Every Day” contest.
October 24, 2011