Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
soothingly spirited, sublime sweet songs.
Satisfied sigh, sees salubrious springs;
sharp, sizzling sunburn scream: saltwater stings.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Seismic'ly sensitive subsurface screens;
substandard systems: severe shakes scarce seen.
Scaling slick surfaces, snow-scented slides;
slogging sludge swamps, smelling stinky sulfides.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
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for the Begin with a Letter Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
written 06/28/2022
an alliterative 'sonnet', with aabb pattern and 10 syllable lines
updated/extended from a shorter, earlier poem
Categories:
sophists, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
Soothingly spiritual, sublime sweet songs.
Seismically sensitive subsurface screens;
Substandard systems severe shakes scarce seen.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
Subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
Somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
Sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
Categories:
sophists, sensual, silence, simple, surreal,
Form: Alliteration
They Took Him
By Sy Roth
They took him and squirreled him away.
Those Sophists,
Deniers of the terror they could construct
Where he no longer saw the human side of himself.
Half man, Quasimodo of the bells,
Left stranded in the bell tower.
No one to call to
Tintinnabulation orphaned from humanity.
Left in his bed only to dream
Or bury his nightmares
Whisked beneath his bed in a heap
Dreams cohabited with the dust bunnies.
Silent, sinister hopes left tangled
In a macabre kerfuffle--
Jacob and his Angel
In a struggle to exist.
They took him and he saw only this reality,
The ward in which he lived
A husk of humanity blown against a galling wind,
Crushed against unforgiving walls.
And he languished in his diapered world
Waiting for his eyes to heal
And his twisted lips to unfurl
Waiting to greet a new morn
Away from the cycle of existence.
Categories:
sophists, angst,
Form: Free verse
THE COMMONER
There are different varieties of me
In the azuline light, I swirl and twirl
And sometimes become dim.
Some favour Bellis Perrenis version of me
In the spring
Some sophists are partial to prunnela vulgaris
Not the folks; vacuous and dripping in Bulgaris
My favourite form of myself is sheep’s sorrel
My buds emerge from upright stems
Red tinted and warier spirited!
My tender leaves garnish the salads
I even curdle the fresh milk
My temperament is never mercurial
Folks call me stoic
Many ailments I cure
Though Zizania is an acquired taste for the elegant folks
But feeds the poor.
Yet I am a commoner: I am the weeds
And I grow wild and unruly.
By nature, I am weeded out
To give way to planets tame and sweet.
There is also human species of me
The un-showy ones or the wild ones.
Other human beings desire to weed them out
To create space for humans; faux-sweet or tame.
Categories:
sophists, flower, imagination, inspiration, love,
Form: Rhyme
By Laura
June 17, 2015
The war has left my broken heart
But scars stay where they've always been
I wish I could forget those nights
The lonely, desperate tears within
I can't unsee those horrible things
The lies, the cries, the curdling screams
I'll never forget how it used to feel
When every nightmare was becoming real
Eye of the storm or salvation at last?
Finding the middle and calling it class
Maybe the sophists were spelling my fate
Selling wicked lies to the mass's estate
Such a sweet dream of foundation-less graves
Feeling good enough to think that, maybe Jesus saves
With everything to lose and even more to gain
Approaching this precipice with memories of pain
Sunshine starts to peak through the weary, summer clouds
Light enough to smile in spite of what they know
I'll never be the same cause I have seen too much
But I know how to show you heaven with a touch
Categories:
sophists, baptism, beautiful, butterfly, dream,
Form: Lyric