Don't judge me
For you know it's true
This moment connects
Me to you
You may refute
You may rebuke
As quietly
The table shook
But tell me this
As tears we cry
Releasing joy
You can't deny
As biome sings
It's tuneful rumble
While friends are sharing
Apple crumble
A deeper note
Can oft be heard
Beneath the failing
Of the word
Reality
Robots know not
Oh how this act
Just hits the spot
To summarise
As you're still here
Despite the awkward
Social fear
We celebrate
This quality
Our gaseous, imperfect
Humanity
So don't be shy
As you're about
You can't withhold
So let it out
A knowing nod
To passers by
You're just like me
We can't deny
Take away the coil
Preparing my soil
Ready to get dirty & toil
Time to take heed
Actions not read
We need to feed the seed
Plant & fertilise
Surprise for the rise
Male or other we summarise
Digs & water showers
With TLC bet it towers
Under God the hope it flowers
The bigger it spans
Female are the plans
Growth fast with 9+ poniter fans
To turn them not lost
From heat to quick frost
Budding season can come at a cost
Shoots from every node
All plants follows code
Gardening boosts the buds to explode
Meticulous pick & prune
Ripening real soon
Final tip. Final pick. Full moon
Manicure to cure
Holds weight, I'm sure
Protection & time must endure
No jokes, my folks
A deep scent soaks
Eager to see how it smokes
My love for you is Interstate 93:
not beautiful, but there for all to see.
How summarise your worth in my affection?
Isabella Stewart Gardner’s louche collection.
Though dowdy, your hair to me is dear,
as is the rainworn house of Paul Revere.
I long to take you for my wedded spouse,
like wanting chowder (Union Oyster House).
To win you, I’d cross infinite frontiers,
just as I cross the Common (beers in ‘Cheers’).
My heart accepts you as its oligarch,
like Jarren Duran rules at Fenway Park.
I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!
And when you open that book
With your expectations
to find the food, exactly how they appeared on the commercial
Disappointment awaits you
Book cover are just as appetising as the delicious food you see on the fliers
But look awkward once ordered
Ignore the advert and order your venom
And when you read your first chapter
Skip unto the last page
and that’s how you finish a thousand pages long prose
but the void in your head
The questions with no answers
Shall motivate you
to reverse unto the first page as your flip page after page
and that’s how you finish a thousand pages long prose
When you close that book
and remember absolutely nothing
Open it for the second time
This time,with a piece paper and a pen
Paint down the important images you encounter
and that’s how you summarise a thousand pages long prose
And when you close that book again
it isn’t the end
maybe it is the end
With all the reading struggles
The sleepless nights and fights
Remember, when you close and hid me in your shelf
I will be right here
Right here in your room,
Should you need me,
This time, hurry before your ants order me
Jodie
jodie jodie jodie
Your name rhymes with toadie
its funny because you like frogs
you're very pretty and i find that pog.
When you speak it gives me butterflies
maybe its because im not circumcised.
Why do I love you so
without you i'm lost like nemo.
You're a scorpio
oh what sad woes
as im a virgo
isn't this great as our star signs align
maybe because you do design!
Well I must summarise
i don't want to be one of the other guys,
so what I'm say is will you just be mine!
So. Let's see what's in store for today...
Will the elements function our way?
There'll be plenty of sun
For us all to have fun
Outside wether it's for work or play!
Mountains will form in the sky through the week.
Apologies all. I know it sounds bleak.
There'll be rain, hail and snow
From destructive storm Joe!
Heed warnings, keep up to date, shelter seek.
When Joe travels on overseas,
Beware on the road of felled trees.
Don't panic. Keep calm.
No need for alarm.
Worse things bring down communities.
The weekend looks clearer and bright.
A crisp frost will greet morning light.
But wrap up nice and warm.
Ice will stay on your lawn.
You'll see shooting stars Sunday night.
Quite hectic weather, to summarise.
But dear friends, do keep watching the skies.
I've had such a blast!
Tis my last forecast.
It's time to say all my goodbyes.
Written 8th March 2022
For the "You're A Weather Forecaster poetry contest"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
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Simple moments becomingly rare
As of time further away to steal
Can experience conquer that of dare?
Are times experienced moments never knew?
How much can be too much?
When alone are you lonely?
As naked as bare as only as such
We are our lives living yet barely
Carefully falling into moments undeserved
Fallen moments upon goes unloved
A reason is no more than that of worth
As of death to remember no more than birth
Bit by bit, little by little
Too much human beings are given life to go unheard
The night never answers for morning's riddle
Can you live fully and summarise what of dying words
As I am wondering, I am aware
There are moments gifted in time for me to deal
My simple moments becomingly rare
Am I inexperience to experience that of which never knew?
the wrong end of the stick was got,
it did not take an awful lot,
the words that were misunderstood,
how could she get it wrong, many would,
completely got this one wrong,
the beginnings of an ugly song,
that would spiral out of control,
now those words are on a roll,
down a path they will be lead,
instead of being put to bed,
but its kept alive much, much longer,
the words are getting stronger and stronger,
gaining meaning, shape and size,
others will try to summarise,
what to interpret from this situation,
relatives, friends on a word creation,
adding their bit to the group,
a never ending sentence loop.
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