When it's not possible to go abroad
It's not bad to get acquainted local scenes
With the Philippines country's surroundings
I have long wanted to see Cebu's whale sharks
I want to visit Palawan's Underground River
Witness the Baguio's cliff-hanging cemetery
Astonishing Bukidnon nature like Switzerland
Feel the nerve-wracking landing seaport of Ibatan
Experience the windy part of Northern Ilocos
Enjoy surfing the giant waves of Siargao
Adventure trek to Suhoton Cave of Surigao City
Of course, swim in the pink sand beach of Zambonga City.
Categories:
wracking, appreciation, beauty, nature, places,
Form: Prose
One in a billion
Can dare this amazing
Courageous rock climbing
This one second of success
It reflects years of training
One second of success
Can also be a second
That takes a life
It's too dangerous
There is a sense
Of accomplishment
As great as the risk
The need of great strength
Experience and self-confidence
Such gift of overcoming fear
Is a gift that comes from above
In this sport, it's nerve wracking
Everyone goes crazy in their own way
And when strength and courage mixes
Automatically comes success.
Categories:
wracking, character, courage, strength,
Form: Free verse
It is addictive.
Used to it
like the wicked bitter pills
that one swallows to numb the pain,
to block the feelings.
Lethargic yet nerve-wracking;
A tightness in the chest that
never goes away.
Faint, throbbing, persistent.
It is inherent to me.
the salinity of an ocean of tears,
the chaos of a storm wrecked ship,
the thorns of a lonely cactus.
Never clears away by itself.
Haunting like monsters,
nauseating like rotten hopes,
Appalling like oblivion,
Repulsive like nightmares.
One drinks it,
Slowly.
Like the morning cup of coffee,
Bitter, gone cold.
Yet addictive.
Mine alone.
-Ree
Categories:
wracking, deep, depression, endurance, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Written: April 28, 2024, For Constance la France Contest
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One word cures all life's queries and distress,
While we indulge in our quest toward bliss.
Pure, lush love imparts delight and success,
Amidst life's winding path, may run amiss.
Love protects us from dread and disarray,
Serve awful time, lead us across the storm.
Love allows us to face fear and dismay,
Merry love is merely drawn in free form.
Embrace who allows us to tame our fears,
The fleeting light of our souls burns all time.
And foster kinship, swipe nerve-wracking tears,
We cry such babies, dull for bliss, sublime.
We descry solace in qualm and sadness,
While we sink in state of auric aptness.
Categories:
wracking, analogy, love, pain,
Form: Sonnet
One nerve-wracking race
Is motor bike cliff climbing
Grand finesse with grace.
Categories:
wracking, adventure, career, motivation, race,
Form: Haiku
frog came across tightrope riding on a bike so high
entire circus crowd gave a loud gasp and a sigh
there is a dog in that basket! A little one yelled.
We held our breath now, for he could have been killed.
the frog was cocky, reckless, wild, and crazy for sure.
But dogs are innocent, loyal, kind, totally pure.
I hope the dog is okay, someone yelled from the crowd.
Let the dog down! We began shouting, some of us loud.
frog gave us another cocky wave, and kept pedaling away.
it was a scary ending to a very nerve-wracking day.
the next act was an acrobat who had done away with the net.
I was too nervous to stay, so I ran home to be with my pet.
Categories:
wracking, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, the times I have regretted leaving you
Thinking about what I would do differently,
Wracking my brain for a better solution
To the problems that caused your bitterness
Eventually leading to my giving up on you.
Came the time when I could no longer abide
Your volatile and temperamental malignity
Which made my life insufferably unbearable,
So, I left behind the good times, and I fled
For my sanity, hoping to make a better life
Unfettered with nastiness and spitefulness,
Keeping in mind “beauty is only skin deep,”
How it takes two to make a relationship work.
Written August 16, 2022
Categories:
wracking, lost love, relationship,
Form: Free verse
though they sought the gentle verse
a wracking pain drew up their purse
as thoughtless sovereigns hissed their curse
the dollars drained; their feign- rehearsed
this tragic dismantling
ever-torn fabric seams
flowing a pious demand of the feed
groveling majesties
planted their effigy
cordially under the pew cushion seats
stating repeat
loving the myrrh
silent decree
ebony spurs
Categories:
wracking, faith, imagery, money, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
a conversation lingered in my mind ...
between Reality Versus Passion!
singing my greatest devotion I find
choosing technology the persuasion !
in technology jobs are abundant,
won't be painful to get a job I crave!
love music from the bottom of my heart..
difficult to succeed even if I’m brave!
I have no agent, I have no money!
recording companies hard to impress!
contests are tough, nerve-wracking and funny
may get awful stage-fright - hardly success!
Reality Versus Passion - hard choice
efforts are rewarded -tells a wise voice!
December 5, 2021
Strand - 1047 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Syllables (10 in each line) checked by howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
wracking, life, passion,
Form: Sonnet
My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words of which I am sick.
Dancing, prancing, twirling, whirling, are some of the verbs she always wants.
Do we have to use it on corpses and gargoyles? I ask.
She insists on her own way, which explains my fear of her.
Does she ever inspire me?
I am wracking my brain, thinking hard now.
My dendrite highway has completely shut down.
I am trying hard to think of the last time she inspired me.
Possibly today when we wrote twenty poems I do not remember writing.
She takes over when she wants. I am putty in her hand.
Not sure she inspires, but she surely runs the show.
She is in charge.
I am her pawn - a peon, a Plebian.
She is blowing the kazoo and dancing now.
Extremely happy that I have recognized her power over me.
Maybe when I awaken from my slumber in the morning
Trixie will let me remember more than just the last line of a poem.
Categories:
wracking, muse,
Form: Prose Poetry
My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words of which I am sick.
Dancing, prancing, twirling, whirling, are some of the verbs she always wants.
Do we have to use it on corpses and gargoyles? I ask.
She insists on her own way, which explains my fear of her.
Does she ever inspire me?
I am wracking my brain, thinking hard now.
My dendrite highway has completely shut down.
I am trying hard to think of the last time she inspired me.
Possibly today when we wrote twenty poems I do not remember writing.
She takes over when she wants. I am putty in her hand.
Not sure she inspires, but she surely runs the show.
She is in charge.
I am her pawn - a peon, a Plebian.
She is blowing the kazoo and dancing now.
Extremely happy that I have recognized her power over me.
Maybe when I awaken from my slumber in the morning
Trixie will let me remember more than just the last line of a poem.
Categories:
wracking, muse,
Form: Prose Poetry
I once had an office job sitting next to Miss Sunshine day in and day out. She and her 7th Day Adventist Jesus were always so positive and jolly about everything, it was hard not to smack her.
One day with syrupy sweet intonation she asked why I was so cynical and wasn't I an unhappy person.
I said, "Only a sociopath could be happy about the truth of things, but I'm just a realistic observer not hiding behind cheerful nonsense; there's no correlation to happy or unhappy. Look at you for instance. You are smiling and upbeat all the time. And I don't believe I've ever met an unhappier person."
She was stunned, momentarily silent, mouth hanging open. Then she burst into terrible wracking sobs of anguish.
Categories:
wracking, depression, happiness, humor, religion,
Form: Prose Poetry
I cannot put into words
how diabolical this task is – I simply can't hack it!
This morning I burst out crying
as I was wracking my brains trying to focus
and think of a form for this particular sponsor
now I’m going out of my mind with worry
It’s so horrific -
trying to work with a sprinkling of consonants
and using strict phonics
with an aim of making a witty work for folk to follow.
So I’m truly sorry
if you think that this long composition
is just a load of old codswallop!
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
07/13/20
Categories:
wracking, poetry, words,
Form: Free verse
Staring out the window while the thunder and lightning clatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Trying to gather my thoughts, but they just seem to scatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Thinking of growing older and getting fatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Sometimes people talking to me seems like nerve wracking chatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Hoping things I do in this life will matter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Wanting to be proactive instead of reactive though I often do the latter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Having dreams so delicate they often shatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Categories:
wracking, emotions, rain,
Form: Monorhyme
I got slapped in the face today
By an exuberant foot, no wait, maybe both to them.
They had on fluffy socks, so that part I recognized.
I had forgotten they could reach my face though.
The leprechaun had not granted my wish to be taller
Until last night around midnight.
Was that my feet? I screamed with delight.
I was crazy-happy.
I had never been six foot four before.
My feet laughed.
What?
He gave me feet with faces?
We are walking around the kitchen now
And they are making fun of the difficulty I am having
Not looking at them when I.
Damn!
I keep falling over.
It is hilarious, but also nerve-wracking to
Go from five foot two and a half, AND
have talking spitting, snarling teeth who are
Chasing the dog and the cat around the kitchen
While they are laughing and shrieking
Two different conversations.
Where are those damned socks?
I think it is time to put them back on.
Categories:
wracking, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
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