5-9-25
recorded from the achives of the
Large Hadrone Collider
Acheivement:
Lead was tranformed into Gold.
The exact moment wasn't specified.
But the acheivement through temperary
was acheived
in the 27 mile under grouhnd facilty
under France..........
.La tension entre prostituées est un processus
qui crée des tensions entre prostituées ou prostituées.
Pour diviser leurs intérêts, peut-être se sépareront-elles.
Target Audeince.. is 21 and over
it's a roughly english speaking audeince
that find certain items in this genre fasinating.
a'Tha 'immanence' direc experience of the being or
force responsible for the creation and
maintenance of the universe
lailara harmony
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I might sing Concerto
to a well rehersted sound
I must sing Concerto
I must sing Concerto
A song
a Song
a beautiful song
the sound so sweet and clear
the words a lyricail bliss
endearing to those
far and near
a song
a song
a wonderful song
sung for
the world to hear
I must sing Concerto
for the world to hear!
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Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
Just wanted to make a few things clear for my fellow poets
If you are going to use A I, to write a poem for a particular
contest, then be sure to let the sponsor know by adding
A I on top of your poem, so the sponsor of the contest
can then decide whether to use it or not.
I don't believe it is the responsibility of the sponsor to
check every single poem to see if it is A I or not
Please be honest about it if you are and let the sponsor
know.
If the sponsor has specified no A I, then please respect
that. After all we are all writers, and we all know that
we take pride in our creative abilities. So I am asking
if anyone agrees with me, please leave a comment.
This was not written to put down A I in any way
Its coming from a naive woman who just assumed
I am no longer that naive,
Please don't join any of my contests unless you are
planning to write me an original without the help
of AI,
Thanks
Vienna aka Mystic Rose
Who would sell that which they do not own?
Who kept quiet that truth not be known?
Who betrayed souls their faith now uncertain?
Who moved devils behind a secretive curtain?
Who empties His houses in the guise of renewal?
Who shattered its victims with lies and betrayal?
Who conveniently had loss of common sense?
Who eluded punishment expecting others to do penance?
Who dismays and dismantles the dwindling flock?
Who empties memories trading reverence for shock?
Who scoffs at laws specified in their own cannon?
Who pays their council with large sums of mammon?
Who has squirreled away substantial resources?
Who deems such is needed to fund other courses?
Who will litigate estates to take from rightful heirs?
Who does all they will yet maintain that they care?
In the prime of your youth so cruel and short,
I handed you the reddest rose with velvety petals
and with a gentle gesture you took it dreamy eyes
to delight your sense and cheerfully accept it.
That rose has never faded, it has remained intact
and I hold it thinking about the seasons we spent
together by that river that carries away all dreams
we wished they would never know the flow of tears.
In the prime of my youth so distant from any crowd
I carried you in the deepness of devoted thoughts
imagining two lovers more eager than a greedy child
who was never glad or satisfied with a few toys.
That pretty girl with golden hair ran on jasmine fields
that met idyllic sunsets that vanish into almost nothing,
I chased you until we both fell on the flaming grass
out of breath, thrilled to lay there and start indulging.
In the prime of fullest joy, we listened to the inner voice
telling us that there wouldn't be another similar time:
either grab it or postpone it without a specified guaranty...
if it would be avaialble for us to enjoy and climb to certainty.
Hydrogen and Nitrogen
If you give a
measuring tape a
whiff of
an of no
colour powerful-smelling gas containing hydrogen and nitrogen he’ll
lay out all the
best facts that can be useful in
arguments about the
important role ducks play in
the flora and
fauna. Note: to
increase the quantity of
oxygen in
the blood and
make strong the lungs and
heart share with
anyone anything
previously specified.
Angles
Eat cereal of
specified angles. They’ve given the order to because
they’ve agreed that
there’s way too many of
them about.
'' Warning, the dangerous activity specified in this song, is not endorsed by Poetry Soup or this poet. Read at your own risk, and it is not advised to emulate such activity either at home or with your team" ~~ The Poet ~~
On top of pavlova, - all covered with cream,
I took it to practice, - to share with my team.
For eating’s a pleasure, - getting fat is all grief.
Then all my poor team was, - too fat for belief.
The coach wasn’t happy, - he was so mad.
We don’t win games now, - the team was all sad.
It was time to take action, - a diet we need.
Now all the team wants is, - a yummy good feed.
It was time for Mac Donald's, - we went to the store.
Now all we could think of, - was eating some more.
The coach gave us a diet, - that made us all thin.
Its hard to believe that, - No fries helped us win.
Our team is now famous, - we made our way back.
All thanks to McDonalds - and their yummy big Mac.
Her voice had an unusual pitch
That sounded like my neighbor Mitch
She tried talking soft
But still she was off
Then specified her voice was a glitch
Charmaine is shaped like a hollyhock.
She is drawn in a long venue but she is short.
I had no idea she would be this darling,
but she is, and I am thrilled with her.
Thank you, I tell the artist.
She is everything I had imagined and more.
I had not specified colors, and yet,
here they were, two of my favorites.
Orange and pink.
My shadow on the wall
It is not as bold as it was before
And it's blurry; what's more.
My image is much bigger
Not brighter.
Each time I see my shadow,
The image gets lighter,
Every day as night falls,
My shadow disappears from the wall,
Daylight comes, and once again,
My shadow returns and will remain,
Until on a specified day,
The border and shadow will fade away.
I recognize your vivacious gaze
A saffron blaze as speckled as the sun
And how you framed your lips
I despise having to say goodbye
Thus, our ethereal realm is descrying.
caused by the sham of wholeness
A nebula sparked a throb in my heart
Innocence is lost at an early age
until the moon swallows it all, I wage.
I was jolted awake when we spoke
Until her love-worn heart broke
At first light, a human spirit awoke.
Now I will tell the terrible truth
Nor exert effort, as this is really smooth
Our hapless path had been specified
It was the source of a haphazard journey.
I frequently sit and ponder
Yet I love to rhyme, – particularly to wander
On what oceans do you set sail?
However, the sun never dries the dew
on a dreary shore where no air blew
Breeze sighed amber codgers too
Whatever was lost is now null and void.
Written: February 08, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1183 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Music is my comfort zone.
I adore it because it comforted me when I felt alone.
Music is actually no big deal.
But sometimes it just turns into the thing called ideal.
It is funny how that tune doesn't have a specified tongue
But still can combine any as one.
The problem with music is that at times, it gives an another level of peace humans largely fail to give.
And not only peace; but also many memories you get to relive.
I believe music is made of emotions, and so do humans.
The only difference is that humans make problems and music their solutions.
I assume that a person's taste in music is like the shadow of his personality.
It portrays his beliefs and mentalities.
I also do believe that music heals humans.
It gets you back on track because it has feelings.
Maze
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Maze
Traps unaware
Nature lays everywhere
Abuse Nature get punished
Equilibrium
Maze
A challenge
To pass through
Sync mental physical steps
Victory
Maze
A puzzle
Pieces with clue
Arrange in right order
Amaze
Maze
A curiosity
What could happen
If stepped into unknowingly
Discovery
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©Hitendra Mehta
( This is Elfchen poem. German Elfchen – Elf "eleven" and -chen as diminutive suffix to indicate diminutive size and endearment) is a short poem with a given pattern. It contains eleven words which are arranged in a specified order over five rows. Each row has a requirement that can vary.
1 . A thought, an object, a colour, a smell or the like
2 . What does the word from the first row do?
3 . Where or how is the word of row 1?
4 . What do you mean?
5 . Conclusion: What results from all this? What is the outcome?
Format: five line 1:2:3:4:1words per line. First line and last line are usually complimentary to each other )
Apparently, the combination of a prose-like paragraph and a haiku, seemingly disparate, yet interwoven and forever connected, produces the mysterious haibun. This indeed seems unlikely, since the connection relies on you, the dear reader, and the nature of said ingredient is not clearly specified here. Nonetheless, we assemble what we can, sit back, and await what arises from the primordial soup. It’s the yeast we can do.
yeast and pregnant pause
haibuns rise in oven?
directions are vague
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