Let’s start with some rhyme..
I started the morning microdosing iced coffee
and scrolling the endless Internet sea
Similar to Odysseus’ travels in the Odyssey,
my sales were swelled by fashion amenities
and I was waylaid by sirens of curiosity
enough of THAT..
Ok, I have regrets. Last night I was talked into going to an after-party, when honestly, I was ready to go home. Why does Peter let me do that?
We were having enough fun where we were.
So, in this group of 10 or so, on foot, we tottered into an elegant restaurant where tiny plates that cost €40 held 4 actual bites of delicious food. We were sharing (with 1-3 other people). So, picking up the tab, I paid €400 and got what? Two bites?!
Still, with the energy of a club after midnight,
we finally got to the after-party and it was a delight
but with absolutely no food in sight.
Except two olives.
This morning I’m as ravenous as a Cyclops.
My order, placed early, would fill a triceratops.
For room service I’m toe-tappingly waiting
because the staff’s moving as fast as a Monet still-life painting.
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A song for this:
Beauty and the Beast by Jump5
a gopher sat on my toe today
sassy and saucy, his name was Ray
What fun do you have? The scamp asked me
I rocked my toe, so he could see
Do that again, he goaded me
I teeter-tottered him to my knee
Come back tomorrow the gopher said
He blew me a kiss and my face turned red
Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
My blood started burning…. burning
A strange madness crept across my senses
Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale
Or drunk with the vintage wine
Or by some mystical disengagement
I started levitating
Wings sprouted up suddenly on my sides
I reeled round and round
Flew up and up
Meteors flashed past
Stars blinked
Larger celestial bodies stood still
Strange sounds fleeted past my ears
My heart palpitated,
Like the rumblings of thunder
My eyes glowed like fire balls
A shout I heard afar
Over the heavens’ mysterious rim
Muffled though, I could decipher it;
“Welcome to the clan of poets”!
Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
Young and old, their faces blazing
Like a thousand lanterns lit
In that blinding brilliance
My filmy wings burnt outright!
Like Icarus, from the heights
I flopped down to the chasm below
In the scattered heap of flesh and bones
A faint stir …..
…………………..
The feeble flutter of a poetic heart
Before it was finally stilled!!
As I went strolling through the park
So blissful, so serene,
I was awestruck, stopped in my tracks
By the most enchanting scene!
Beneath the draping curtain
Of a Willow Tree's green
Lay a graceful pair of Swans
Right next to the stream!
To add to my enjoyment,
Their signets tottered near!
They ruffled their little feathers
In response to a sudden gust of air.
It truly was romantic.
It really made my day!
I was captured by this moment
And my worries flew away!
round as the world —
round and round we go...
a merry go ‘round, of
multicultural colors,
like chromatic ponies
on a carousel.
a slide puzzled
a brow —
“not possible,” says the baby teen.
possibly the craziest ex-cube
circumnavigates,
surrounds
the inner core
of happiness.
the slip and slide,
a splash of huge
smiles and sighs.
peculiarity of pixels,
a mixup tottered by a thumb,
exciting as a magic-8 ball,
skaken, assured
of endless challenges
computer never runs
out of fun.
1/3/2021
If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Neumann
Athwart swayed a raven 'cross land,
yon cliffs 'n' moist mountains anon 't danced
'til a callous Centuar caught her
'n' made mess ''f graces nature barters.
Ergo did sh' rhino's allure snatch,
'n' 'to confetti crushed sanity's hatch;
her new form "f rhin'cerous raven -
cloned contractions "f pain, wiles 'n' shudders.
Callous Centuar ergo tottered
'wards hankering hemisphere -
rusty raven ñ longer jocund;
jolting joy cramped b' pizzazz' dagger.
Felon fate caught rusty raven;
yore, she'd had nosy Nymphs cloven.
'20:08:01:10:29
Note:
a) of callous comeback.
b) Written apace with the Middle English lexis:
i) athwart - from side to side
ii) yon - beyond
iii) anon - at once
iv) ergo - then
v) yore - long ago
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'cross - across
ii) yon - beyond
iii) 'n' - and
iv) 't - it
v) 'til - until
vi) "f - of
vii) sh' - she
viii) 'to - into
ix) 'wards - towards
x) ñ - on
xi) b' - by
*Reserata Carcerem LXI*
Yore lived a sage b' bounty brook pining;
dainty daffodils, his keen kins.
Oft would tumbling tide whisper 'ts tune
'n' sewn sage bewitched, ajar would croon.
ñ longer was h' humane - beards' blitzkrieg.
Crushed cowl tantamount t' gaunt grime's spree.
Rustic ravens 'nly pricked his gay,
'n' t' nocturnal nature was he slave.
ñ a nosy noon perchanced a deed -
that which wanky winds' wings oft gleam;
A pious nymph tottered t' his eyry;
banished was sh' b' quaking queen 'neath th' rill.
Ergo, sage's life plied new nook;
h' b' love travelled with nymph - jilted brook.
'20:07:30:15:43
Note:
a) Of sewn sage.
b) Written apace Middle English lexis:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) oft - often
iii) ajar - out of harmony
iv) cowl - Monk's hood
v) Perchanced - happened
vi) Eyry - abode
vii) gleam (obsolete) - to disgorge filth.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - no
iv) t' - to
v) 'nly - only
vi) 'neath - beneath
vii) th' - the
viii) h' - he
*Reserata Carcerem XLIV*
Yore, chewed churning curse sewn sage -
ñ an urchin did he spit rasp rage;
ñ bounty bicycle had h' ridden.
Alas! Moist murk his tarred tog cl'ven.
Anon, tottered by th' urchin's sire,
'n' apt acumen rehearsed th' transpired.
Only t' know th' sewn sage for his sire -
his callous urchin smeared grandsire?
"Holla, sire.", sunny sire did quethe,
fanning wanky wind's sumptuous spree.
"Holla!", smothered sage sewn scarred runes,
but skittish urchin t' his sire flew.
Went then torn trio t' th' sage's eyry;
"Ruef'l thou'll be!", th' tune feral tongue leased.
'20:07:13:14:39
Note:
a) Of inky impatience.
b) Written apace with Middle English:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) Alas - sorrowful exclamation
iii) Anon - Immediately
iv) Sire - father
v) Quethe - say
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) ñ - on
ii) h' - he
iii) 'n' - and
iv) t' - to
v) th' - the
vi) ruef'l - rueful
A soldier
tottered towards the
path of the sea
searching for
only what heaven
can discern.
He's meant to
be at the battle
field kissing blood
spilted out of fury.
But here is he
ravaging like
a savage in his
own stranded land.
The turtle looked
beyond to get the
view of whose feet she
heard and discern his
motive.So did she
saw the soldier
clothed with
distress,looking like
an octupus,
swathed in fear
and unseen threats.
He had retreated
from the battle,
And sook to find
comfort in
the rages of waves.
18:01:04:14:59
travelling to my never was,
my yearly time in the yard
spring time back to cold Ohio
gripped in nonsense and melancholy
I travel to old town
misted by the cuyahoga
surprised yet not I find
they tore down the tottered house
tar paper and clapboard
hoary hand pump out front
jutting out of upturned earth
like an oxidized finger accusing
at broken chimney
collapsed walls
19th century brickwork sharded
toppeled into fetid basins
the neighborhood's harshbitten scar
open wounded by the treelawn
old man who once lived there
trapped in darkness and exile
haunts it no longer
memory freed
by oiled machinery and progress
rooftop split
like broken amphora
scattered on the seabed
and so floats my enmity
thermal up and away
updraft and ashes
drift'n bulldozed and scaffold
dissipating on warmer breezes
as if it never was...
A summer evening
The senile sun still
burned us with the foul intent
Of its mid day rage
But, lacking in bite, gave in
Quickly to the taunts of breeze.
It tottered about
In the beach, ran its weak hands
Over wheat fields and
Rested awhile atop the
Banyan’s crown and went to sleep.
8th Dec 12.
Form: Personification in TANKA ( Sylls: 5-7-5-7-7)
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: Giorgio's 'Impress me-3'
Motif: Nature
The mysterious Mangrove breathes in dark shadows.
The deer roam and graze verdant emerald leafy feast,
Something fierce lurks there veiled in thick meadows.
Monkeys rant beholding a dark-streaked yellow beast.
Even a sunny morning seems to be dark, dark twilight.
The murky rutted soil keeps the treading feet tottered,
Still they gaze not bellow but peek around upper sight
As they feel something moving near them, unsighted.
So many muddy ways lay here untrodden and brazen.
Here and there several one-wayward footsteps of deer
Are imprinted in the hardened slush as if it had frozen.
In the hushed wind resound the numb trumpets of fear.
Evening comes with some hissing, howling, growling.
Pythons make move, tigers tread and cruel eyes glare.
Whole of Mangrove waits with a tremulous quivering
As Nature’s red tooth haunts with the whispering air.
The baby ponycorn took a long drink from the
Still water of the pond.
The Enchanted forest kept her safe and sound
Though the reflection in the water gave her
Chills that nearly woke the unicorns of old
From there dead slumber
Beyond the edge of the cliff where
A fatal lunge they took,
Saving the townspeople from the
Dark and grinning Drago
Thousands of years ago...
Now Drago had returned!
Through the ripples of the water
His dark and sallow face
Glared up at ponycorn.
She hobbled away from the riverbed
Staggering through the tall grass...
On her toddler legs she tottered
Into the city ruins, astrewn with the carnage
Of past battles, she stood against a small stone wall
Which rose into a tall pillar.
As she closed her eyes
In hopes of dreaming
Of centuries past,
She smelled smoke
Through her nostrils...
Her eyes shot open
To the sight of Drago
Charging towards her
On a water buffalo,
A torch high in hand,
Laughing hysterically...
The lean, sturdy little ponycorn
Blinked tears out of her eyes
As she flared her baby ponycorn nostrils,
Kicked dirt up with her left hind leg,
And charged!
Thus is the tale of the last ponycorn.
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Affectionately
the warmth was
pressed 'gainst mine flesh
This heart of mine
tottered
for
it was flesh 'gainst flesh
Not one betrothed to I
yet one of yore
Yes the one who had this man
in one glint panic
causing the flush in mine face
sweat in mine palms
causing mine
miraculous psalms
This one kissed mine lips
this last sunrise
Yes, this same one had I
like a soft heart'd man
melting
wanting not
her soft wave
goodbye
The young ailanthus tree grew in a narrow yard
Behind a rowhouse in a block facing the boulevard,
And anyone could tell it never would grow tall;
Only its shadow loomed immense at evening on the wall.
It trembled in a breeze. It tottered in a blast.
I'd see it battered to the earth after a storm had passed.
Yet always it would rise, and to its limbs would cling
The thick white snows of wintertime and half-grown cats in spring.
In summer, lush and green, it dreamed and seemed to smile
As though it were a jacaranda on some tropic isle.
With hand-like ferns it reached outward and ever higher
Until one day its growth was stopped by the high-tension wire.
And still another day, urban renewal came,
All of the houses with their trees leveling in its name,
So you would never know, in viewing the debris
That over here stood someone's home and on this spot a tree.
Together we were young, in many ways akin,
But I do more than mourn the void where once a tree had been:
I pray that when life's storms torment and buffet me,
I find that power to survive I first knew in a tree.
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