TYPE FORMS
BLITZ
tight fits
good spits
quick bursts
same first
inking
linking
FREE VERSE
immerse
in verse
roaming
storming
MINICHU
perplex
context
twelve laps
recaps
reward
unfolds
DEESWHEAT
sounds neat
on beat
cranks awe
tanka
cinquain
enchained
triplet
strip set
FOOTLE
versed brand
by Strand
two-line
may rhyme
trochee
swift spree
witty
ditty
one foot
output
HAIKU
small views
soothe you
nature
treasure
YALTO
word rows
in tows
notice
mini list
statement
intent
adjoint
make point
SUZETTE PRIME
sublime
no rhyme
inject
prime set
real surd
numbered
LIMERICK
pun shtick
risk it
in time
punchline
TOO MANY WORDS
there’s herds
for nerds
new forms
brainstorms
don’t fuss
adjust
all’s fair
who cares
expand
like Strand
Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth
The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes
Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down
Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns
Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind
From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within
The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none
It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Her eyes scream silver carnage,
The glitter of white death,
The glare of shining ice
In the gloom of coffee shop forenoon.
Clouds obscure the sun
As pain destroys his lungs,
Searing orb light
Scrapes his face,
Freezing rips his flesh.
Her glance,
The flash of open eyes,
Erupts with numbing frost---
The unknown heat of burning foreign gales
Sweeps through him.
Tearing swift and silent
From her glossed and pale eyes,
A solid sheet of lightning, earthbound, dances,
Scorching ice---
Flickering, unleashing sombre brooding lustre.
Sparkling silence in the peaceful calm
Compresses, folds, collapses,
Forcing air to leave his chest
In desperate surrender...
Borne on frenzied rivers of the rushing light,
She pulls him under,
Tows him down---
The crushing pressure of her eyes can kill.
Don't look away
Or stop to breathe
Or break the pearl spell---
The crystal bond
In half dead light
Above our coffee cups.
Some more mocha java,
My chickadee?
Glistening sun and cobblestone streets
Towering cathedrals and blistering feet
Walking past shops gelato in hand
Mom steps into a church as usual, unplanned
Altars rise a bove us, stained glass in every window
Candles and holy water with a crypt just below
Back into town with such bustling people
I turn around and say goodbye to the steeple
Even from here, I can smell the fried food
We stop at a lookout, and my eyes become glued
Beautiful tows and Greenery for miles
It's a special kind of view bringing us smiles
The light hits my eyes, I'm back in my room
Outside my window only darkness and gloom
It's for the best, I've got school and things still
But someday I'll go back, I know that I will
The essential constituents of captivating charisma
align with the fabric of consuming sincerity,
find the adornment of internal beauty
spread invisible film on deceptive external ugliness,
remove the distressing doubt that it can’t be irresistible.
An overwhelming humane faith fosters the faculty
of being aware of depressing deficiency of the being.
The demonstration of the cherubic charm
expresses the life-force that tows the tide of lure,
inundating the landscape of deserted hearts.
On the seraphic shore of the sublime soul,
the supreme designer makes the destined inner circuitry.
The pattern creates innate magnetism of divine beauty,
attracts the consciousness essence of mortal elements
to the emancipating aura of amazing bliss.
_____________
October 25, 2022
Contest : Our Innate Magnetism
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
February 5, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Option Contest
Leaves of gold and bronze,
Fill the palace in half,
And flowers with alluring scents,
Fill the other half.
Ruled by a Queen with an iron fist,
Her eyes alight with a playful glint,
She likes to play with people’s souls,
And tows them along wherever she goes.
While deathly pale coats her skin,
Her beauty remains dangerously lethal.
The night warriors at her bell,
The moon’s followers wait for her call.
While angels and demons may fight a war,
The victory and glory will always be hers.
If death and darkness befall her kingdom,
She will riot with hell’s fire.
Burning everything that stands in her way,
She wears a dress made of silken ash,
And will then smile a dagger sharp smile,
For she is the venomous Queen of ice.
At midnight, I walk along the shore,
Hear the lurching of the creaky barges
Plowing through the dim-reflected light,
Hear the mates calling to each other
From the tows before settling down
For the long, slow drift down the Ohio--
They know the sun will linger rising.
I feel chilly breezes at the water’s edge
While waiting, but you do not come
As you promised to quell the torturous
Anxiety pulling me into the night air.
Standing, watching, listening, hoping you
Will slip silent beside me, enfolding me
With assurances that all is well, but,
I know, once again, I die at midnight.
written August 14, 2021
Like thunder scolds
the big trucks roll
eighteen wheelers rumbling
turning, rounded tumblings
static cling above the blacktop sounds;
each load heavy and unmarked
catastrophic diesel sparks,
rhythm pounds loud along the tarp,
tractor trailers clapping along the ground
from the midwest highways bound
slipping thru the backroad byways,
juggernaut bartering the tolls on a skyway
four wheelers piggyback tows
convoy escorts ever on the go;
beating down the macadam and concrete
trucking down the inner streets
transportation, what a feat.
Blackberries start as white dots in a sea of thorns
The flower will fade, and a green berry will join
Protected, it will grow and be pink
Safe from even a massacring mink
Larger, it will swell until it is red
No enemy can lay down their head
Darker and darker until it is black
The berries are ready for an attack
Sour, but delectable
The thorns are detectable
But what about the thornless blackberry bush?
Poor girl, she starts off white
Like the others that night
She grows into a misshapen berry
Unlike the others (who are), lucky? Very.
She stays as the others grow
Poor berry, behind she tows
The rest are protected by thorns of steel
But this poor one just needs a deal
From green to pink to red to black
The other blackberry is held far back
If only she could get some thorns
To protect her from the world's horns
The neglected female, without protection
Her parents have given her no love and affection
The other ones shall grow strong
Their parents are never gone
-September of 2020
Creating avatars in political and law reality,
contracts and controlling stability.
Modus vivendi where the money flows,
oceans of spirit fears in tows.
Irresponsible silence of motions,
honored sheep’s and their devotions.
Munchausen’s syndrome via comic book,
kindly bulling with every look.
Home at causes, churches and cult,
never able to see the own insult.
Insisting on taking over and fixing things,
manipulated moments for the kings.
Being aloof with natures flawless bound,
no key for the self chain can be found.
Pride in the unfathomable meek,
pointing fingers to the seeming weak.
Motivation all about themselves,
to shine in opportunities like sparkling elf’s.
Taking care of this the millionth time,
when the world needs them in that golden frame.
Justified by abusing others because of it,
stories of the leading role in every bit.
In control to the freakish point,
if not involved so bitter anoint.
The masters and puppeteers put them in charge,
then everybody loves a hero at large.
ARROWS & TOMORROW
We sow
It grow
With hoe?
God knows
It shows
We pose
Hell rose
So low
Shooting arrows
Bleeding rose
Bloody nose
Oh no!
My marrow
Ahhhw!!!
Pain, slow,
This arrow
Body hollow
Drill holes
Full bowls
Bleeding holes
Eyes close
Arms froze
To toes
Death ooze
Overdose
Like booze
Too close
Need coals.
Its cold.
Don't go!
SAY NO!!
NEVER SORROW
HOPE TOMORROW
Float solo
Like Jack-Sparrow
Saw tomorrow
Now arose!
Everything goes
Away in-tows
Hole enclose
Heal loopholes
Life
I choose,
Because
HE lives
I CAN
Face tomorrow.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2015
Oh, how weary the lost must be;
Misguided by their history—
Searching a god particle theory.
Where were they when the word sang
Let there be light? Herein was the big bang!
But they couldn’t rise to the height--
The almighty word transforming into light.
Wisdom does indeed dwell in contemplation;
Out of darkness comes true revelation—
True revelation revealing we are the children—
The children of light—children of the energy of the sun;
The essence of all when the divine cosmic word is done.
Maintaining audacious faith in the risen Son
And belief in the divine design
Cosmic equilibrium tows the line—
A new day is on the horizon
And there’s no doubt, justice will be won.
RING RING RING SAME BELL SAME BUILDING
Ring tows the bell
That beacons calls the 1800's children
Rope lead down from the bell tower
Ring, ring, ring
Goes the sound of the same bell
That calls all the Christians to this same building
Now doubles as a church on Sundays
Worshipers deacon pulls the rope that rings the bell
Come one all worshippers all
Tow rings the call to heed the ring of the bell to praise the Lord
This same rope that holds the bell
Greets school children and church worshipers
Monday through Fridays and Sunday mornings
Ring tows the bell
That beacons calls the 1800's children
Rope lead down from the bell tower
Ring, ring, ring
Goes the sound of the same bell
That calls all the Christians to this same building
Goes the sound of the same bell
Ring, ring, ring
Goes the sound of the same bell
6/04/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
MAC AND CHEESE
Macaroni is Italian
And pasta is another name
With flavor garnished with a sauce
A dish that we can all acclaim
Cheese is kin to everything
As olives, bread and tasty wine
Even blue cheese tows the line
But if you can , I beg you , please
Do not serve me mac and cheese
Quasi Velveeta and processed as well
Butter, milk and other ilk
all mixed together, goo from hell
This combo doesn’t ring a bell
Yellow yellow how I bellow
Throw some green in for a change
So this staid food won’t be deranged
Ralph Sergi©
Sea of Chaos
Salt the fish
Salt the sea
Sea pea green
Sea like moss
Moss takes over
Moss ground cover
Cover your butt
Cover mine
Mine big diamonds
Mine huge hearts
Hearts of passion
Hearts on fire
Fire the boss
Fire up taters
Taters with eyes
Taters and corn
Corn so sweet
Corn is yellow
Yellow hot sun
Yellow is fun
Fun is gentle
Fun is wild
Wild salmon
Wild wind
Wind whips
Wind torque
Torque of waves
Torque of dancers
Dancers on tows
Dancers thin legs
Legs of table
Legs of leisure
Leisure on Sunday
Leisure for rich
Rich in calories
Rich relative
Relative humidity
Relative comfort
Comfort of company
Comfort of life
Life lived right
Life in pain
Pain of torrent
Pain from sharks
Shark fin soup
Sharks in chaos
Chaos of catch
Chaos is play
Play
Catch ~
8/9/2017
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