Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle
audience anticipation
Shift in seats, hammered hearts
Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle
confines communication
To thespian garish starring parts
Leading lady stands on X central
scintillating stiff corset
Holds ocean of faces transfixed
Hushed haze of amazed attention
long leg stride endorses
Cancan colourful ruffled kicks
Glitter adds amps to eyes squinted
focus on filmed direction
Glow in spotlight, skin peach orange
Sets character afloat, limelight lifted
dusk dim purple perfection
Transmits her story beyond onstage
Pivot pelvis razzle reactive samba
fast feet choreograph flawless
Flashy features outshine backdrops
For her love, Leading man clamours
resounding auditorium applause
Ensures her ego never lacks props
13th June
Theatrical Resume
Categories:
syllabus, art, beauty, identity,
Form: Rhyme
It seems that I am the favorite student
of the teacher called “life”.
Every now and then
it is ready with a tough question paper;
and the questions are always
‘Out of the syllabus’
Categories:
syllabus, judgement, life,
Form: Free verse
The steel-sheets,
us underneath,
laid bare —
betwixt our minds
no one else exists.
like magnets
click to
each other —
our kiss
syllabus,
~ ooh la la ~
the spring speaks, headboard
ebbs and flows then it pounds.
learned,
our love lessons, well.
8/1/2019
Yalto Verse invented by Edward Ibeh
Line 01: 3 syllables
Line 02: 4 syllables
Line 03: 2 syllables
Line 04: 4 syllables
Line 05: 5 syllables
Line 06: 3 syllables
Line 07: 2 syllables
Line 08: 3 syllables
Line 09: 2 syllables
Line 10: 3 syllables
Line 11: 3 syllables
Line 12: 5 syllables
Line 13: 6 syllables
Line 14: 1 syllable
Line 15: 5 syllables
Categories:
syllabus, kiss, love, sensual,
Form: Verse
Thelo na se pantrefto
wanting and needing often found her
hungry. she'd often find something special
at Dingles Restaurant
a special place that catered to the taste of
strangers, or those who liked
gamey meat, and garlicky breads.
she often had a lot of steaks, tarts and
rice dishes, for a discount, that's why
people often came to get the special.
ask what the chef is eating and you'll probably
find a great deal.
tonight a friend and I are
excited to dine out, I think she's going to
say she'll marry me, so
I asked the chef to
fix something special to go with the bacon and dill? cucumber tarts
I ordered. maybe the pork blade steak with stir-fried vegetables
or maybe some smoked fish and a sour cream tart, or even the
classic fillet mignon with bacon and stuffed potato skins and a cauliflower au gratin.
if she answers yes, I told the chef to send out two small raspberry cakes with champagne. if she answers no Well the gingersnaps will have to do.
Angourie Kai Belken
a regular pie crust
make shells in muffin pan
filling is
1/4 cup of bacon
1&1/4 cup of cream cheese
1/2 teaspoon of cayenne
1 egg yolk
1/4 cup of cucumber ( peeled, seeded, and diced)
Categories:
syllabus, appreciation, business, cute love,
Form: Ballad
I spend a lot of time to write
A syllabus for class:
These are the rules, the dates of tests,
The points you need to pass.
I even make a video
Where I sit and explain
What’s written in the syllabus
So that they can’t complain.
I make a lovely website, too,
With all the files. They can
Find schedules, homework, old exams,
Who teaches where and when.
Yet nonetheless, the emails come.
“When is the homework due?”
“I heard there are no labs this week.
Say, is this really true?”
“I did not know there was a quiz.
Please, can I take it late?”
“When is my lab?” “We have a test?
I cannot make the date!”
It drives me nuts. They did not read.
I feel the urge to yell –
Of course, that’s unprofessional,
And so I simply tell
The student: “In the syllabus
It states, right on page two …”
And quote the lines – because, what else
Am I supposed to do?
5/9/2017
For contest What annoys you
Sponsored by Frank Herrera
Categories:
syllabus, school,
Form: Quatrain
I have seen the atom's spiral spin
The nucleus designing Golgi and gelatin
Heard stars singing beyond the milky way
Above trees suckling the **** of clay
And sometimes in silence I sit
Where the water laps my dangling feet
Watch sprays nibble the rocks' hard wit
And castle the sands of their defeat
Take time to taste your songs, my child
Linger their scent against your teeth, guile
Is in a world we take for granted
In a universe round all things are slanted.
And when you love, do not know
What tomorrow shall be again
You are only the glow
Of surges suckled by the eternal rain.
Take time to be a poet's eye
And hear the wounded waters cry
Take time to be a child's first thought
And see the moth in the flame's web caught
Life has a long syllabus to learn
I am more uncertain
Sages too drown in all they discern
Just a note at the parting of the curtain.
Categories:
syllabus, educationtime, time, universe,
Form: Free verse