written for Constance's 'Tribute- To A PoetrySoup Poet Who Has Passed or A Missing Poet' Poetry Contest
A hungry ghoul came to my door
Demanding sweet treats, nothing more
When I offered broc'li
The ghoul flashed his “cockney”
(I don’t open doors anymore!)
a limerick by Carolyn Devonshire
My dearest Carolyn,
I miss our daily chat;
the tears and laughter shared.
You were a diplomat -
so tactful. How you cared!
My dearest Carolyn,
a clown whose grin was bright!*
I keep that photograph
and always say, 'Good night.'
(You'd smile but wouldn't laugh).
My dearest Carolyn,
I know one day that we
shall get to hug - we'll speak
and laugh again. I'll see
your face and kiss your cheek.
My dearest Carolyn,
I miss you...
* I have a framed photo in my bedroom that Carolyn once sent to me - LOL, she's dressed as a clown.
The words are troubling
A bit skittish
Becoming leery of each other
Wondering
“if those two get together”
“oh the implications”
“do they know what they’re saying”
The words seek
The gray areas of
Duplicitous doubt’s
Tactful treachery
The truth
Their scarred hostage
Reading a confession
It did not write
When the night
Clouds out of sight
Evil goes off thought
But at heart do persist
When the moon
Announces it soon
It becomes a boon
Joy to the goon
When the acts are local
It resist every being vocal
And design the land's dry miracle
To play games so satirical
With the joy of money
Immoral becomes honey
Causes many mourning
Tagged forewarning
With every visible injuries on joints
Gut got them crazy points
Even if Malignancies swallow Microsoft
They won't excel in theft
One seems powerful than others
Of the three units
Overshadowing with tactful conceits
To comfort others at the backseats
Wake from your slumber
Wake and take the pains no further
Please write me a letter, tell how are you
Think of me please for a moment
You might not be interested but this is true
Without you life is a torment
I’m so devastated you wouldn’t believe
I can’t think of anything other than us
How did it happen that you chose to leave
Why did you display a mistrust?
I tried to be tactful as much as I could
But maybe you were so uptight
And tired as well, that you thought its no good
To continue with me every night
Maybe you laughed, thinking I’m still a child
But what if we are, to a certain extent
Little children, and maybe this helps to survive
Although we don’t see if it can.
Please write me a letter, forget what you feel
Bad always shows more than enough
You’ll be surprised how its easy and real
To write me a letter of love.
So
Idyl
Luminous
Eager nice soul
Neat nice smooth poet
Tactful friendly person
One so beautiful poet
Navigator master in seas
Edified reader so grand writer
Please note: big waterfall shape poem. Syllables go up from nine to one.
MY BELOVED
Accomplished affirmative aggressive all along ambitious.
Bright brilliant blooming bubbling.
Courageous competent courteous classy
Dedicated devoted dulcet dreamer drinking desires
Elegant efficient enthusiastic.
Frolic fair fairy.
Graceful glamorous generous.
Humble hearty honest.
Intelligent Ingenious Innovative.
Jubilant joyful.
Kind-hearted knowledgeable.
Lovely lively liberal lady.
Majestic mirthful modest.
Nice noble.
Officious optimist, open-minded.
Pleasant pristine persona.
Quiet quaint quirky.
Reckless righteous responsible.
Soft sober simple selfless.
Truthful tactful transparent.
Upbeat undismayed upright.
Valorous vigorous vibrant.
Wisely whimsical witty.
Youthful.
Zealous.
If the years have granted some wisdom,
Then thankfully, I'm old enough.
Old enough to recall colorful details,
When black & white TV's, weren't enough.
Old enough to remember a full head of hair,
When my main concern was dandruff.
Yet old enough to know the difference,
Between all the important stuff.
I've become old enough to think critically,
Hopefully avoiding any fisticuffs.
While being old enough to avoid the scandalous,
Since I'm not fond of any handcuff.
Through it all, I've tried to be tactful, & not so very tough.
So that whenever I'm asked my age or how old I am ...
I simply respond, I'm old enough.
Humility is like a lofty tree
That steadily keeps on growing
The more she reaches to the sky
The more her poise is showing
And up to her the other trees
Keep looking as she grows
She keeps her branches close to her
She’s tactful, ’cause she knows
She will not keep the sunny rays
From shining on the rest
She will not let the cooling rain
Fall only on her chest
And there she stands, but once a while
She sways a bit, not much
The wind will come and tease her
But she won’t indulge in such
Because she is considerate
She’ll stand there and endure
The elements, whatever they may be
She’ll stay quiet and demure
And when the other trees around
Will start to change their ways
And look not like they were before
She stands right there and sways
She’ll do it without arrogance
Also, not to be seen
And all the trees give due respect
To this noble Evergreen.
Wendy Nipas
CONTRASTS
intuitive
enthralling
with the startlin
discoveringstartling
of
commonality
paired together
receptive
&
so highly
esoteric
& radiant
a mystical theosophy
developing
exceptional
possibilities
of
controversial comparisons
yet
is profound
tactful
with
considerations
tinged
in an elegiac
mood
juxtaposed
individuality
unfurled
in
inscrutable
mysterious
shadows
marks
the sense
of being
in
magnificent
rectilinear
strokes
marvellous
engrossing
& illuminating
throughout
the
mind
& consciousness
in
the
mystery journey
so
wondrous
to fascinate
the lyricism
in
the complexity
of time
light
&space
Surf happily on waves of thought,
when you are lonely.
Bloom graciously flowers of words,
when you are with people
___________
May 31, 2023
Contest : Bite Size No 65
Sponsored by : Line Gauthier
Kindergarten Teacher
Kind when she shares her bologna sandwich.
Imaginative when she has to use Q-tips to teach.
Nurturing to teeter totter injuries.
Daring when rescuing an mystery object from the toilet.
Earnest when explaining this adventure to her principal.
Responsible for helping 23 children put on 23 coats and getting all 23
to the bus on time.
Gentle when covering boo-boos with impossible to open bandaids.
Aimiable when greeting parents.
Resourceful when finding uses for 75 popsicle sticks.
Tactful when explaining Timothy's new permanent marker freckles to
his mother.
Energetic when chasing a dog off the playground.
Nose blowing expert.
Talented when using a pipe cleaner to replace a lost shoe lace.
Elated with a new set of blocks.
Afraid of itchy heads.
Capable of jumping rope in heels on the playground.
High spirited when there is a snow day.
Excited about caterpillars.
Ready for nap time!
**Double Acrostic**
Many maleficent moments of misuse and malcontent left me
Yearning. Lonely, I was searching, lusting for fatherhood in the wrong arms.
Attractive, alluring you found me appealing. You changed me!
Delighted, my dream finally came to fruition. We had our first daughter.
Dedicated, devoted in this reality, finally, no longer just a dream.
Incredibly, i'm am now the father of two.
Conditional love, captivated by the gift of procreation. I am blessed.
Tactful, no longer full of transgression I am tough but triumphant
I am your father, your hero the one you can depend on, always.
Overjoyed, the happiest I've ever been. I am blessed and in
Nirvana.
Jared Pickett
1/16/2023
Fashion house store, jeweller
Bistro, awned tasteful -
Spin out each of your light's
Burnt orange, tactful
This chill eve's way, waist-wrapped
Mists two, affianced.
For this one fine purpose;
Conspicuous doth
Show up, honours a love.
Soft, warm, now enhanced.
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!
Women are roses
Beware of thorns
With tactful maneuvers
Lest you get poisoned
Women are oars
They sail your boat, without roars
And, the calm waters
Conceal the abyssal horrors
Women are children
Give them big sweets
Hug them with heart beats
And show them trustful smiles
'Cause they sniff the wiles
Women are wireless spies
Aired through airborn flies
A mouth-to-ear news murmured
Faster than any transmitter
Woman are thieves
They steal your heart
They laugh when you grieve
And cry when you leave
Women are men
They do all they can
Go to war, hold a pen
But without men,
They never can
Women give all their heart
It seems they won't depart
Once real things are getting hard
They leave like never did start
But, We can't live without them
Life is duality, woman and man
Happiness and Sorrow
Let's share them life's joy and pain
Until we both, leave this Earth
To the Power '' Supreme ''
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.