A ruinous filth spills onto the page
Like sap from a trees rotting heart
Hands covered in black
The speaker of my memories
Smooth and razor thin
An emissary of ink
I envy the pen and it’s melan-written spiels
Armored with a voiceless vignette
It is its only way to prove that it’s master is alive
Feverishly pushing its point to a fading death
Is this the fate of all who pick up a pen,
or am I the unlucky who withers among the living
Buried and fossilized beneath a healthy pink tongue
Are my words not memorable ?
Will my efforts be admired?
Have I not earned a meaningful epilogue?
Categories:
spiels, pain, writing,
Form: Free verse
Written: October 28, 2023
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Autumn shrubs gracefully fall to the ground.
Crimson love dips; its bright sparkle is around.
Life is struck by the tempo of men's embrace.
Cool tumble weather has settled in with grace.
Colors merge and mingle in a saffron delight.
Cherish and share them with the Moon sight.
Such as the vivid tail of a rare comet.
Simpers strive to be savored and fade with garnet.
Ask for just a few moments of peace at night.
The stars twinkle, and the night sky is bright.
In this faded deceit, where dreams and truth collide,
A picture is such a joy for capturing the vital side.
It's an everlasting enticement as it lays its spell.
And spiels as slender sporadic stems should swell.
The key to happiness may be spotted in silence.
Such times and places remain in defiance.
As the wind gently rustles through the trees,
Nature sings its symphony with a gentle breeze.
Leaves twirl and spin, akin to dancers in the air.
Creating a masterpiece beyond compare
Categories:
spiels, analogy, appreciation, autumn, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
6/21/22
"Steel Blades"
All these spiels and games
Yet another shady deal made
We do not feel the same
Chop you up with steel blades
Your body left in the field decays
I've no interest in starting to kneel and pray
Too many secrets hidden and sealed away
Regardless does time ever truly heal the pain?
It's happened 9 hundred and 11 times
Eventually I had to sever ties
Because it all started to jeopardize
For the longest time I could never find
The way toward a better life
In darkness the sun would hardly ever shine
Until the second I, recognized
That I was being less than wise
So I switched it up and reenergized
Memorize that goonies never say die
Still searching for where the buried treasure lies
Claiming they're legit with fake papers
People always trying to gain favor
No need for a weight trainer
I got to accumulate paper
Still all the snakes and haters
Don't be such a naysayer
Or wait a day later
I'm breaking through the clay layers
Meanwhile life's always throwing out haymakers
How I handle it is a game changer
When in great danger
Found a way in nature
Within eight acres
Many times for others I became a savior
Categories:
spiels, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of Winners of Connecting by Pixabay
Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
Categories:
spiels, appreciation, christmas, family, happiness,
Form: Dizain
The coffee pot is on the blink,
one thing I don’t have is time to think.
It snowed last night and I’ve checked my email,
however, sadly, it’s as slow as a snail.
I need to know if the store is open,
closed today, I’m really hope’in.
I’ve spilled my coffee, soaked my tablet;
disarray’s getting to be quite a habit.
The cat’s lost his breakfast and I stepped in it;
life is too challenging, wish I could sit
and in my recliner, sleep the day away;
but, then I wouldn’t get any pay.
My answering machine is filled to the brim;
those political spiels, I sure wish they would trim.
My security camera is now on the fritz;
someone took my wheel covers, and then quickly split.
I can’t even turn them in to the police;
oh god, I forgot to renew my lease!
11-17-19
Disarray Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter
Categories:
spiels, fun, humor, life, poems,
Form: Rhyme
Unified Theories in Back Yards
Which realm do I write from today,
Which abode in my mind where my thoughts lay,
Which thoughts of mine do I project
To all who read these lines?
I can discuss Einstein’s thoughts
And including his relativity
Or Stephen Hawking’s black hole spiels,
Dark matter and the like.
I guess no matter what I write,
Unified theories will always be sought,
Which lie in atoms own back yards
Starring them in their faces.
W.C.Hull © 2018-28-7-1035
Categories:
spiels, science,
Form: Free verse
Does What Reveals Appeals
There may be many things this reveals,
When more things to you always appeals;
From Trump receive;
We will never believe;
Sounds like some more of what Trump spiels.
With or without Glackens.
Jim Horn
Categories:
spiels, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
I always like it creamy, and a bit zestful
On the pallet with robusta flavor---
Yet, totally unsweetened for now
When daylight gulps in an ache; my coffee
Becomes bitter, nipping my tongue
Like heated grain of yesterday’s spiels---
Angry mouths percolating in the kitchen
While she, in haste, rushes away.
Contest of nette onclaud
A Poem That Did Not Place and More
New---Coffee/ 6 Sept 2015
Manny Paras
Categories:
spiels, conflict, drink, goodbye,
Form: Verse
Blond in a corner
Scab-faced - face-chewer
Insidious narcissist
Asseverates feigns for empathy
Pontificates spiels on sobriety
The carpet stained – the smell of sewer
A seventy dollar catalyst
Being passed – contained in glass
The anticipation is also the allure.
Derail – engage – yell
What twisted place is this?
What sick new sons of Belial?
Dismal – Impetus.
Divine justice is impetuous
When rock bottoms surpass
The abysmal depths of hell.
Regret all past professions
Regretting all you avowal
Become a regret, like the blond in the corner.
Come here, I will show you how.
Categories:
spiels, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Verse
Its the simple things in life that turn my wheels
a stroll over the moors, I don't need newsreels
The beauty of the full moon to my heart appeals
sounds of the night, I hear high pitched squeals
No its not money or houses or even posh meals
bored stiff listening to the fools and their spiels
Its the joy, the charm of mother nature appeals
that makes my blood race as I turn cartwheels
Its the simple things in life that turn my wheels
a life of enjoyment, full of love with no ordeals
Written 08/19/2013
contest What Makes You Tick
Categories:
spiels, life,
Form: Couplet
(Inspired by Mathew Atchley of Hot Spot Studio's "The Joker and the Thief" a drawing on the marriage of the Joker and Harley Quinn.)
Lost in memories of padded walls
Mind-numbing pills and
Psycho-babble spiels.
I fell through the cracks
Of manipulation and seduction.
Trying to entice you.
Make a device of you.
Acted like I despised you.
But as I abused you
And seduced you
I broke somewhere between
Reality and insanity.
Now I’ll watch as the fire
Blazes behind your masked eyes.
And we share smiles
Brought by pain
And mutual love of misery.
Our own sadistic victory.
While I burn your name into the city.
Categories:
spiels, abuse, addiction, i love
Form: Free verse
Public opinions that
Undermine the ground on which we walk
Bedeviled only be enticing jeers
Emotions that are vexing are laid-out with a cuss
Ranting & raving "The world is out to get us!"
Taking in sustenance over parental spiels
You've not forgotten how it feels?
Categories:
spiels, childhood, funny, people, teen,
Form: Acrostic