Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
At first, I did once, spending my whole night
Started from the topic I needed to write
Half of pantoum, I dozed off
Felt like floated with the roof
My poem was posted after a week, fight!
All entries were judged after some few months
My poem moved to next page, new poems in front
Mine wasn’t found on the list
After passing judges’ wrist
Whose strictness lied on perfect rhymes and fonts.
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
Written: November 09, 2023, For Ink Empress Tetractys Contest
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flock of starlings flaps the sky, synchronized
then swirl and streak
draw dark ink
whirls who
wink
wren
half hushed
twink tripped through
swing farmhouse spins
wren chicks chirp falteringly ~ this too learned
beyond the sting of the earth's strictness, yank
waves carry my
emails, news
of strong
love
Checked with HMS.COM ( 1-2-3-4-10)
A gong sounds again
Squalled with familiar war cries
Bringing me on my feet again
To pick the best tools, drop the fries
One more bite and I’m the next casualty
Picking military regalia, dress down to the task’d
My alert generals whine, pumping grit in my faculty
So I can dodge through the strictness unfrisk’d
Doing rehearsals amid fear
Just to stay put with the adversary’s whim
To never forget his tactful enticing tear
At the expense of my sympathy grim
Am not headed for perpetual fall
For I’ve made out the trickery and malice in lair
Yesterday’s battle for crown in virtuosos’ hall
Really confirmed how emeritus victory and flair
Counteth not at the status quo
And that we can change yesterday’s outcome
If only we could be termed as the trio or duo
Of our grit and purged frolicsome
Selves
And so, whether magnate in our seedy residence
Or cognate to the salient diamonds
We shun perfection decadence
To only unmask dazzling splendid diamonds!
He often rushed Russia's famed vodka
He had proudly named Bad Armoured Car,
Mouths daring to find the like in bar
Of the same strength and Field Marshall's Star.
But on alertness was set for a fall,
Quick to hear a call and kick a ball:
A strictness rearing for sure collapse,
Darting glances spotting the sure lapse
In a once decided strong bedrock
With a most formidable lock...
Jamo is no more The Real Terror
For every observed abjured error;
Now heads of hundreds to ruminate
Over a new chief to nominate...
For a ship with no space for doomed drunks,
Come defence time down lying like trunks.
Her first name was Evelyn
And her lived life Lovelyn …
A not easily won bread
But many gladly fed
Including those that fled,
As strictness was The Head
For long years others led,
Often picked as Their Head:
Did not think she should wed;
Men’s life had made her red …
Up to her I would tread
Like The Graceful I’d read;
Did try to lift The Dead
From funerary bed,
Before swift hands stopped her:
My mum she loved, now far …
By my Mum much worshipped,
To her listened wings clipped;
Five years later to sister,
In my mind A Blister...
To me what many aren’t
My maternal first Aunt
My soul grasps how to reap life's unique goal.
Style ushered as an epic quest, a stroll
I'm fraught with findings to an ad-hoc probe
Throughout the time frame of our respite roll.
I was spurned by a hodgepodge of light strobe
By then, I knew what direction to throb
A diaphanous shed haunts our capture
In bearing, there is a celestial globe.
It's a matchless range gain from the ledger
Spite the spirit's sharpness, body's rapture
Chiefly have bestowing way, their insight
Dreamer's best stance is his decoy nature
Upon abyss veiled in sheer azure bright
Kernels had been seared by a dreadful blight
The stubborn mindset that stifles their voice
Tethered a faint guide in the shrouded night
Before drowning, our uttermost darkness
Beset by datum, view, knack, and strictness
Our heart's need, masked by a snarling ego
Bold eye buried by a slight abhorrence.
Written: January 19, 2022
Earth Life Purpose poetry contest
Unseeking Seeker
The ocean speaks in poetry
Syllables slammed into the sand, sounding out the tides
Like a language uttered by ancient beings
Ripples flicker from the shore, forming words that echo in the crash of waves
Cool, blue-green waters contain the sentences of silent love
Even the wind whispers the condemnation of the structured
The forced strictness of the grammatical,
The drumbeat of raindrops are rhythm enough for the surf
A heartbeat wildly stuttering in a dance of speechless beauty
The grand jete of a ballerina stretching for the sun in the crest of a wave
A quest, unstoppable, for a higher power than gravity.
A music beyond silence yet above sound
A fluent fluctuation in the depths of emotion
A soul surrounded by the stranglehold of purpose
Pulled over the edge of reasoning and into an abyss free of thought,
Free from the confines of the chemical, mechanical, mathematical, logical,
Something that defies the dictates of society
Antonyms that reflect the intangible
Sorrowful joy - memories sunk beneath the spindrift
Lonely love - a bond that will never be broken
Contained vastness - like the ocean beating upon the shore
Poetry.
How Beautiful Humanity is,
A Piece Of Wandering Souls
Looking up for Immunity, Upon a Soul
Which had been long lost with it's Origin
The Origin is but, The Struggles of our Ancestors
To make a divine living, Beautifully crafted
Out of Love and Affection
The Staff of Oranmiyan, exploring down
The Heart of the flourishing city of Oyo
Dictatorship in it's strictness, So gripping
It dries out the Blessed River of Álàsé
Like flowers fall out in Autumn, Bedridden
We are the Crafts of Life longing for itself
We May house our body,
But the Origin houses our Soul
Which had fallen, Abreast
Maybe I see a lot of Perfection,
In Kahlil Gibran's
He surely is, but a bedrock
Which I set out my tender feet
Into the world of Muses in their most brilliant creation,
The world of Poetry,...... The Rythm of Poets
Our Origin as "POETS"
@ThePoeticMembrane
????
Secrecy makes a man vigilant and active.
I write. That is what I do day and night,
write write write but I like to do it outside the lines,
the curve and the shape and the pattern,
to go against the rules of all poetry!
I let my words fly like the birds above. Free and swirling.
All the twirling words in my head I send whirling . . .
Saying no to metaphors. And all devices that poetry is suppose to need!
I say NO NO and NO . . .
I need to be free to spin and fling my poems.
Here and there. Let them be what they want to be.
Not be chained to a form. To a Rule. To convention.
To not be restrained by meter or syllables or lineage.
Yes, to just be.
Joy is to twist, deform, reverse, go verse crazy and way too long
I will destroy what should be . . . into what I want it to be
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October 16, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Contra To The Strictness of Form
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-794-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Contra
sponsor, Jesse Rowe
Third Place
stickler
for rules
stick
up ass
strictness
rigidity
not a
good
match
not the
right
fit
going
to create
unneeded
problems
"Smile and laugh when necessary,"
Was what the program said,
"Innocent bliss must be apparent,
But add strictness if needed."
And so around the class that she
Was put to study in,
She was a bouncing ball of fun
With an iron core within.
"Be polite, never talk back,"
The code this time meant,
"Be prudent, and be practical,
Be modest and yet intelligent."
So when at home she was,
The good yet strong-willed daughter
She followed orders and allowed
Herself to be made 'better'.
"Now be sarcastic, be sadistic,"
Was the next instruction,
"Smirk at pain and mock joy,
And prove it through your actions."
So around her 'friends', she was
A cold, merciless evil:
Conforming to the darkness and
Unafraid to kill.
Yes, she lived by a set
Of rules she coded, bit by bit.
She chose to forget her true self
Just so the glass slipper would fit.
I just want to share my poem for my mom's natal day.
God knows who to give to whom,
And I’m so lucky that I was given to you,
Your love is pure and unconditional…
I remember when I was a kid,
I used to hate when I got scolded,
I used to mumble when chores are laid...
Those days I become an escape artist
As your strictness gets into my nerves
But, eventually I realized, it’s for my own sake...
You’ve been strict when I was growing up
You’ve been strict when I was maturing
But, you’ve been my finest teacher in my adulthood...
Forgive me for the days I don’t understand you
Forgive me for the days when I’m not obedient
Because at times I like to fly away with no reason...
Today, Let me just tell the world how proud I am,
Because I’m so blessed, I got the best package in life,
You as my true friend, my mentor, my sister...
And most of all… My MOTHER… I love you indeed…
Form, used to be it;
Structure was
What made it complete.
So all rhymes
And metrical measurements
Were employed in the marking
Of my lines;
And the intertwining
Of the cords formed
By my measured lines.
And the weaving of the cords
To get the strength
I thought was required
To draw the attention
Of the world.
But then the emptiness
That results from the
Firmness and strictness
As against the
Fluidity and harmony
And spirit of
Flowing thoughts-turned-word
On my paper
And on the ear of the listener
As against the colourful imageries
of beauty that poesy is.
Discipline
Controlled actions
strictness, control, order
Fulfillment of goals,aims and dreams
Self-control
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