At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole
Morning
Slumbering in the shallow of sleep
where memories of movies are seen
The shift of the pebbles
nibbled by tiny crabs
senses of songs
“ What was is all about Alfie?”
Repeat itself
saddened by life's vagary
Dreams like oil slicks on the surface
of water-polluted thoughts
thrown into the tidal sand
Sinking into Hypnos's arms
wake, when birds sing
the blue hope
In 1880, Pierre Cot built a trusty art out of lunacy.
Myriad experts debated the topic of roots vagary.
A puerile idol's skirt serves as an umbrella in a downpour.
The New York Museum's Catherine Wolfe bought it and bears more.
Very famous, many people have tried to copy this quite core
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: February 1st, 2022
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/435997
A STRAND (1068) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
*Image of Alcatraz San Francisco by Pixabay.
The Island of Alcatraz
Startled clouds lurk midst a gate
beams stretch crossed a bay
pylons yon the sneaky fog
dreams fetch castaway.
Deserted prison
vagary hopes long entombed
averted risen.
2021 June 14
Image of Moon Clouds Air provided by Pixabay.
*Selenophila
Ballet of calm swans glissades, silhouette
placed culled singles tryst, pond sides by vast knoll,
balters few burbled matches. Grasped sunset
whilst espy eyes pry, as through a peephole,
faint lights pair, a porcelain minuet.
Lain on their fleeces, woolgathering whirled --
supine visages, prompt smeared tattooed rouge
-- upgrades furtive vagary functions, twirled
tendrils e'er sensing blond frames ... whelve amour
amongst enthused pristine hearts, fused refuge
sonder renaissance ere night's prism, savior
per drawn orphic sight, a ringed rainbow moon,
selenophiles resplendent moored grandeur
flame, epoch pairs euphoric dulcet swoon.
*Selenophila: Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.
2021 May 19
*4th Place*
Summer love sonnet
~~John Hamilton: Judged 2021 May 24
I roam the edge of the roughs, ponds 'n streams
For illusive precious golf spheres per chance
Long looks through silt sifting for glints it seems
That make themselves appear to start the dance
Bits of dimpled light that want once again
Away from their sunken settled dark place
To take full flight across the verdant glen
And put a simple smile on one's bright face
For when you find a lost ball, dearest friend
They share great joys and awful torrid tears
What begins anew from someone else's end
Those round companions can go on for years
So live 'n walk ever searching to gawk
The vagary life of the true Ball Hawk
Colored pencil illustration G. Gaul 2023
Languishing within seed was a gigantic tree,
interned through genetic code by the almighty,
furtive, stay buried, to withstand time’s vagary,
ever can human tasks equal this mystery?
streams of ants, leaf flags,will not pause till job done!
Moon shines bright and white, travels over dark night sky,
year recounts seasons as earth spins around the Sun,
streaks of lights like meteors, stop! admire! firefly!
tiny pollens make fruits, invite bees with nectar!
eggs with flimsy shells! but withstand a heavy storm!
rivers hold million lives, flowing miles, mountains far,
innumerable are these wonders out us to charm!
each of us like specks of dust in this universe,
souls unseen tied to God, creation so diverse!
2nd placement
written 05/Dec/ 2020
reformatted to 12 syllables for the contest! 12/12/2020
Life’s Mysteries acrostic poetry contest
John Hamilton sponsored
14 lines with abab, cdcd, efef, gg 12 syllables each line!
Languishing within seed was a gigantic tree,
interned through genetic code by the almighty,
furtive, stay buried, to withstand time’s vagary,
ever can human tasks equal this mystery?
streams of ants, leaf flags,will not pause till job done!
Moon shines bright and white, travels over dark night sky,
year recounts seasons, as earth spins around the Sun,
streaks of lights like meteors, stop! admire! firefly!
tiny pollens make fruits, invite bees with nectar!
eggs with flimsy shells! but withstand a heavy storm!
rivers hold million lives, flowing miles, mountains far,
innumerable are these wonders out us to charm!
each of us like specks of dust in this universe,
souls unseen tied to God, creation so diverse!
2nd placement
written 05/Dec/ 2020
reformatted to 12 syllables per line for the contest! 12/12/2020
Life’s Mysteries acrostic poetry contest
John Hamilton sponsored
14 lines with abab, cdcd, efef, gg 12 syllables each line!
Small we stand large with poetry and verse write about sun and sheer darkness
Rainfall comets and tides as a micro-cosmos in a world that lacks infinite words
Some throw in science philosophy intimate narrative disclose heartache or joy
We share love faith hope reason and feelings and take comfort in pencil and ink
A lotus flower evolves on the page with a fig tree or a violet rose covered in ivy
Spiders weave webs on dinosaurs’ spikes shielding honesty while the globe spins
Icarus melts as a Phoenix rises from vanishing ashes dispersed by Pegasus wings
A Unicorn smiles kindly for a Dragon to rest in the soul of our intricate minds
Embracing life’s vagary disentangling fallacies and truths we point to them both
Impermanent and miniscule we are part of a Universe and speak out for freedom
03rd July 2019
Witten for the contest on the theme of The Universe
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
By the stars we fly,
Over land and sea
With spirits high,
The woes of past, present, future
Die with every blinding light.
We wish to fly,
And leave the tossing waves
Of quilt and sheet behind.
As we drift on the tide
Of delusion and fancy.
Write me to fly,
Use your pen and shoot
Your arrows of vagary
Deep into impressionable minds.
Plant your seed of fantasy.
But for now I’ll sleep,
Until such time that
Supernovae, stars, and spangled skies
Call me from my reverie
And buy the stars we all shall fly.
45's strategy is to deflect, deny and defy-
Setting fires all around the room
His chaos will bring his subsequent doom
Driven by his narcissisitic ego
This "Narsonist" must eventually go
Remember how his lies, name calling began-
The attacks waged, principles decried
Way too many obvious facts denied
Dismissed with vitriol and fake news
Promoting his unethical, dilusional views
His own party "Compliciteers" it seems
To his mean-spirited, abhorrent schemes
It will be no mistake, no fluke
When 45 succumbs to this nation's rebuke
Daytime Somnambulism
How haunting the loss
When one squanders consciousness
Soul to surface
Dreams of dances unrealized
Oh how tempting
This somnambulistic space we possess
Where unlived experience resides
Intimidated by actuality
Hidden in shackled prisons of vagary
Fearful of breath-held reality
Sadly
Too many walk this realm of un-being
Where shadowed innocence lingers
But to offer ever so subtle lessons
Where self respect
Grants liberty of soul
How sublime exploratory stumbling
Where light and darkness
Ignore separation
Respecting one another's captivity
One foot ahead of the other
Becoming all that we are
Even as naysayers
Bellow "Beware!"
Step
Dive
Forget the risk
Be the dream's dreamer
Let pass the cautions
Lest we forget
Sleep walkers by day
Represent but craven journeys
Going needlessly nowhere
BREAK-UP
So it’s over
I feel nothing
All along I thought it was,
Something special,
But nothing?
So what was I afraid of?
The dark has come and gone
And I wasn’t even tough,
Just slept and woke up at noon
And you were gone!
I felt healthy, completely cured!
Of the malady, vagary, misery, vanity!
Yes, all gone!
Thank God!!
Vagary describes my affection
Illicit moves draw me to attention
Venus reminds me i am making an err
Infatuation tells me not to fear
Argus seems to watch over every step
Noxious intentions remain my only rep.
To cast an infinite chamber
In certain places of the moon,
To twist and to waltz
Till the black night fades.
Then soften at sultry morning
Underneath a baobab tree
While afternoon stroked the horizon lightly,
Lovingly as I ---
A strange yet, delightful vagary!
To cast an infinite chamber
In the beloved areola of the sun,
Waltz! Twist! Twist!
Till the brisk day is done.
Soften at fallow night…
Underneath the baobab tree…
Night stroking gingerly
Lovingly as I.
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