“Dealing With a Psychopath”
(04.01.2023)
When you’re dealing with a psychopath,
It’s best to stay on their good side;
Just like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,
They’re prone to bouts of violence and wrath…
With never a thought for the aftermath,
They’ll commit acts of homicide;
When you’re dealing with a psychopath,
It’s best to stay on their good side…
Once they begin on their warpath,
There will be no place to run or hide;
And your inefficacious words will leave you tongue tied;
As your world becomes a blood bath…
When you’re dealing with a psychopath,
It’s best to stay on their good side…
Word of the Day: Inefficacious
Poetry Form: Rondel Sumpreme
“The Joyous Songs of Vagabonds”
(04.02.2023)
Once we were in the wilderness,
Far from our home;
Exploring all there was to see
In the unknown…
When we came upon a river,
High on a ridge;
We saw minstrels singing songs
Along it’s bridge…
They greeted us with arias,
Joyous and loud;
Making us feel so bonhomie,
Gleeful and proud…
To be among these vagabonds,
Blessed with such skills;
Their melodies, so impressive,
It gives us chills…
We thanked them for their music, and
We said “so long”;
But, in our hearts, we’ll always share
Their joyous song!…
Word of the Day: Bonhomie
Poetry Form: Dechnad Cummaisc
“Adam’s Lucid Dream”
(04.03.2023)
Adam layed
In his bed;
Visions ran
Through his head…
Some morose,
Some cheerful;
Some that left
Him fearful…
Lucid dreams
Did occur,
Leaving him
To infer…
Truth from the
Scenes that keep
Replaying,
As he sleeps…
If he can
Just focus;
Maybe he
Will notice…
Subtleties,
Like prodrome
Warnings from
Chromosomes…
Lurking deep,
In our cells;
Begging us
To expel…
Evil thoughts
From our minds;
So, the light,
We might find…
And become
Whole again;
Joyful and
Free of sin…
Word of the Day: Prodrome
Poetry Form: Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire
“Visions of The Almighty”
(04.04.2023)
Slowly, the sun, begins to rise;
Watch it illuminate the skies
Before, our eyes, can’t stand it.
All of the flowers and the trees
Take in its nourishment, with ease;
While, here in the breeze, we sit…
Admiring the beauty of
Nature and expressing our love;
When, from above, a light shone.
The clouds parted as it came through
And, appearing out of the blue,
Came into view, a gold throne…
Upon it sat the almighty
Creator of the earth and sea;
The one and only god above.
Her presence, so incredible,
A feeling of ineffable
Joy, filled our full hearts with love…
Word of the Day: Ineffable
Poetry Form: Cywydd Llosgyrnog
“Attenuated Installation”
(04.05.2023)
We worked all night, til the morning,
Performing so swiftly;
When the sun came, without warning,
Informing us quickly…
That the day had finally arrived,
So we strived to complete
The tasks that had all been contrived
By the thriving elite…
But, our crew, has been so fatigued
By the greed of success;
Attenuated, we proceed,
Though it leaves us distressed…
Then came time for us to open,
As men soon did appear;
But, our crew’s, morale was broken
When the venue premiered…
The installation we prepared
There, was falling apart;
So, the gallery host, declared
“Repairs we must restart!”…
Word of the Day: Attenuated
Poetry Form: Dechnad Mor
“Florence’s False Woes”
(04.06.2023)
Florence has flown off the handle again;
She always seems to be in the throes!
Once her pity party begins,
Her true nature starts to show.
O! Why must she be so saccharine?
Offensively subjecting our ears to false woes…
Once her pity party begins,
Her true nature starts to show.
Making the rest of us, uncomfortable in our own skin;
As her despair just grows and grows.
O! Why must she be so saccharine?
Offensively subjecting our ears to false woes…
Making the rest of us, uncomfortable in our own skin;
Her despair just grows and grows.
But now, our patience, is wearing thin;
And the overall vibe has reached new lows.
O! Why must she be so saccharine?
Offensively subjecting our ears to false woes…
Now, our patience, is wearing thin;
And the overall vibe has reached new lows.
Our party succumbed to a great chagrin;
Diminishing our repose.
O! Why must she be so saccharine?
Offensively subjecting our ears to false woes…
Word of the Day: Saccharine
Poetry Form: Roundelay
“The End is Nigh!”
(04.07.2023)
The end is nigh!
Who knows how many days are left.
The end is nigh!
Our emotions are growing high,
Leaving us feeling so bereft,
Or overtly sad and depressed;
The end is nigh!…
The end is nigh!
Apocryphal dreams haunt us now!
The end is nigh!
Angels descending, from on high,
Final judgement they must endow;
For, our sins, we have disavowed.
The end is nigh!…
The end is nigh!
From light, there is nowhere to flee.
The end is nigh!
Existence has been nullified
By the wrath of the almighty;
I believe we can say, “surely,
The end is nigh!”…
Word of the Day: Apocryphal
Poetry Form: Rondelet
“Foraging in the Forest”
(04.08.2023)
Here we are, in the wilderness,
Foraging once more for our food;
The sun is high, just like our mood
As we’re searching the earth’s surface…
Hoping to find some esculent
Mushrooms, somewhere in this forest;
Where hidden pathways turn and twist,
Like a never ending serpent…
This forest holds a secret known,
Only by those with commitment;
Willing to make the hard descent
Into parts, which are overgrown…
We searched for several hours,
Until we came upon a grove;
That proved to be a treasure trove
Of chanterelles, obscured by flowers…
We collected all we could find,
Then made our way back to the car;
To sleep beneath the sea of stars
And moon; forever intertwined…
Word of the Day: Esculent
Poetry Form: Barzeletta
“Nostalgic Seas”
(04.09.2023)
Once while visiting my home town,
A wave of nostalgia hit me
Hard, like a cresting wave upon
The shoreline of a peaceful beach…
I thought moving would set me free
From my self destructive nature;
Yet here I sit wearing a frown
So, the gods, I did beseech…
“Release me from this apathy
And these feelings that bring me down!”
The quiddities, that now all seem
To be just out of my arms reach…
Why do I always tend to drown
In these rowdy, nostalgic seas?…
Word of the Day: Quiddity
Poetry Form: Bref Double
“Crumbling Castles of Sand”
(04.10.2023)
Witness the man of power,
Hourly making his lists;
Fists clenching a ball point pen,
As he bends and cracks his wrists…
Followed by his retinue
Of those who love to comply;
How they vie for approval
From this brutal alumni…
He grew up in this business,
So ambitious was its crew;
Each new project they finished
Peaked all interests, when debuted…
But since his son took over
Last October, our patience
Has worn thin; due to his lack
Of impact on our interests…
This company is failing,
Unavailing, we succumbed;
To crumble like a castle
Of sand, beneath the ocean…
Word of the Day: Retinue
Poetry Form: Casbairdne
“Material Objects (…Won’t Fill The Void)”
(04.11.2023)
Where is the one who
Convinced you of the value
Of jury-rigged stuff?…
Thrown together with
Whatever’s available;
Barely holding up…
Yet you continue
To purchase more things, that will
Only fall apart…
Inevitably,
In time, you will come to see;
That void in your heart…
It can not be filled
By material objects
You find in thrift stores…
Anything but love
Will only leave you empty;
Always wanting more…
Word of the Day: Jury-Rigged
Poetry Form: Zappai
“The Final Match of Donna Dune”
(04.12.2023)
Slowly, the sun, it did sink;
Past the brink of the horizon.
Running home, within one blink
Of, winking eyes from naive nuns…
We saw stars, as they appeared,
And cheered all the way to Brad’s Bar;
Cars were parked both far and near,
As we peered between jam jars…
Hoping to catch a glimpse of
Donna Dove, in her last match,
Snatch a win and dispatch Doug;
Who loved talking too much trash…
The game went on for hours
Until, their powers, seemed spent;
Hinting at the end, flowers
Showered down all around them…
The final serve was an ace,
Across his face, it did swerve;
curving like a nervous brace,
Her first place win, we observed…
She secured her victory!
Passionately, she endured;
Her spiel was heard, elegantly;
Her place in history, assured…
Word of the Day: Spiel
Poetry Form: Rannaigheact Mhor
“Tied To The Tides”
(04.13.2023)
Spending so much time by the sea,
See how the days begin to slip away;
Way out in the waves, our
Hours, they swiftly fade…
Fading into the distance, rain
Reigns over the coastal plains;
Planes flying over the ocean blue,
Blew right by us, through the thickening mist…
Missed by those we love on shore,
Surely we should be returning there;
Their endless support, how it soothes our soul
So we never have to feel alone…
Alone on this dock, just you and I,
Eye to eye on this wooden pier;
Peering into each others hearts, as the tide
Tied us together; one last time…
Time was of the essence, so we gathered up our stuff,
Stuffed the potpourri in the trunk and left;
Left onto the highway, as we watched the waves,
Waving goodbye, as we made our way home…
Word of the day: Potpourri
Poetry Form: Echo Verse
“Sally May Dreams of the Wilderness”
(04.14.2023)
I once knew a girl named Sally May,
Light of my life, every waking day;
When we were young, we would laugh and play,
Spending our hours down by the bay;
But as we grew older, her wild side,
She could not hide; and it led her astray…
We used to walk to school, hand in hand,
She was my lady; I was her man.
Our love, to others, it seemed so grand;
But soon I found, she had other plans.
To leave our home and run away so far;
So she left, in our car, for foreign lands…
I once knew a girl named Sally May,
Light of my life, every waking day;
Called me from a cell in Santa Fe,
Out of money, so she could not pay
The price they set to release her from jail;
So, her bail, I had to come and defray…
Now that we’re older, we’ve settled down,
To a home on the outskirts of town;
In our quaint cottage, rustic and brown;
O! True love, over time, we have found!
Though she still has dreams of the wilderness,
Marital bliss will keep her safe and sound…
I once knew a girl named Sally May,
Light of my life, every waking day;
I loved her so much and thought she’d stay,
Until we were old, with hairs of grey;
But the wilderness called her back once more,
So she walked out the door and drove away…
Word of the day: Defray
Poetry Form: Gwawdodyn Hir
“Destination: Tobago”
(04.15.2023)
There is no reason for us to think twice,
We must learn to simply go with the flow;
In this veritable paradise…
We bought our tickets, and paid full price,
Just to escape the season of snow;
There is no reason for us to think twice…
Back home, everything is covered in ice;
But here, the flowers continue to grow,
In this veritable paradise…
Though some may say we have sacrificed
A little too much of our hard earned dough;
There is no reason for us to think twice…
The people here are so helpful and nice,
And the days seem to pass by so slow
In this veritable paradise…
I’m so glad that we took our own advice
And booked a one way trip to Tobago;
There is no reason for us to think twice
In this veritable paradise…
Word of the Day: Veritable
Poetry Form: Villanelle
“Appetence”
(04.16.2023)
O! My love
I adore
Your cooking!…
It leaves me
Feeling so
Satisfied…
Each repast
Is better
Than the last!…
Word of the Day: Repast
Poetry Form: Tricubes
“Confidential Consummation”
(04.17.2023)
There is a rumor spreading,
Yet no one knows the full truth,
About a secret wedding;
There is a rumor spreading.
Now, all of us, are dreading
The outcome of this bruit;
There is a rumor spreading,
Yet no one knows the full truth…
We only know one version
Of the full story;
And, without more coercion,
We’ll only know one version;
As for their week long excursion
Into the Yukon Territory;
We only know one version
Of the full story…
The time has come to put to rest
These rumors and accusations;
The truth, we must all now attest,
The time has come to put it to rest.
Finally, the couple, came forth to confess
Their marriage and it’s consummation;
The time has come to put to rest
These rumors and accusations…
Word of the Day: Bruit
Poetry Form: Triolet
“Mr. Loch’s Monotonous Method”
(04.18.2023)
Our daughter used to be quite talented,
So gallantly, she would strike the keys;
Composing her own original songs,
Until we sought the wrong expertise…
Her new teacher was so boring and strict,
Afflicting her drive for creation,
He was too focused on proper technique;
And, his critiques, caused her stagnation…
These days, she hardly plays music at all,
No longer enthralled by Brahms or Bach;
Her passion has become stultified by
The dull methods learned from Mr. Loch…
Word of the Day: Stultify
Poetry Form: Toddaid
“Two Tiny Birds”
(04.19.2023)
Two birds
Quietly perched,
Outside my windowsill;
Feathers, pied and beautifully
Vibrant…
Singing
Their melodies,
So pure and true; as the
Sun began to slowly rise, in
The east…
They have
No worries, which
Make them question their lives;
Just the love that they share with each
Other…
Word of the day: Pied
Poetry Form: Cinquain
“Happy 420”
(04.20.2023)
There is a day, that many say,
Helps them relax; or just kick back.
Forget their woes, and go with the flow;
So roll one up and take a puff…
It’s 420, and there’s plenty
Of weed to smoke, so have a toke
Of that sticky icky icky
Mary Jane; then feel your brain
Release its cares, and become aware
Of thoughts you find within your mind;
Are they mystic or heuristic?…
Do you know why you get so high?
Or have you found, when you come down,
That you don’t feel like you can deal
With this cruel world; so you just curl
Up in a ball and say “fuck it all!”…
Well, we have the one remedy
That can cure you, when you feel blue;
So let’s roll it up and smoke it, yup,
And we’ll chill out on this old couch.
We’ll be silly, stoned and giggly;
And so happy it’s 420!…
Word of the Day: Heuristic
Poetry Form: Cywydd Deuair Fryion
“Pioneers of the Past”
(04.21.2023)
Pondering ancient civilizations,
And their quondam majesty;
Before the great collapse…
Innovative pioneers of the past,
Shaping societies mold;
Just by trial and error…
Constantly seeking wisdom and knowledge,
To propel new perspectives
About our universe…
Focused on developing new concepts,
By which, we can base our lives;
And find deeper meaning…
As to why we are here on this planet,
And how we should spend our time;
Before it fades away…
And we return, to ash and dust, just like
Our ancestors did before;
To be one with the earth…
Word of the day: Quondam
Poetry Form: Kimo
“Priceless Love”
(04.22.2023)
O! My truest love, my best friend;
I’m forever yours, til the end.
I shall never stray from your grace
For, no one could ever replace
Your position within my heart.
You’re like a priceless work of art;
The longer that I look at you,
I appreciate your value…
Our romance is never cloying,
And you don’t find me annoying;
Except maybe when I’m too stoned,
Or can’t stop staring at my phone.
Still you love me with such passion,
And I can’t hardly imagine;
That I could find a love so true
With someone as amazing as you!…
Word of the Day: Cloying
Poetry Form: Cyhydedd Fer
“Franklin’s Fatal Fall”
(04.23.2023)
Franklin found thrills from climbing big rocks;
But he was in for a horrible shock.
When heights, so rigorous,
Left him vertiginous;
Unable to break from his mental block…
Slowly, he continued to ascend;
Though, in his mind, the thoughts they did spin.
Causing him such doubt
That he began to shout
Words that, even he, could not comprehend…
As he climbed towards the top of the cliff
His vision, it began to drift.
Nearly leaving him blind,
As he struggled to find
The proper footing; yet, his feet, they did slip…
He plummeted down, like a pound of lead,
Flipped over twice and landed on his head!
The blood left such a stain,
To this day, it remains;
To remind us, this sport, could leave you dead…
Word of the Day: Vertiginous
Poetry Form: Limerick
“Visiter le Quebec”
(04.24.2023)
This last week that passed
Was filled with so much fun!
Our trip to Quebec
Lies second to none…
We walked the old streets
And saw the chateaus;
Prayed at Saint Anne’s Shrine
And dined at bistros…
All the museums,
The restaurants and bars;
Treated us so great
We gave them five stars!…
As we departed,
To make our way home;
We felt rapturous
And knew we would roam…
Some day once again,
Back to the great north;
We’ve planned our next trip
For June 24th!…
Word of the Day: Rapturous
Poetry Form: Lethrannaegecht Mor
“In This Desert Life”
(04.25.2023)
In this desert life we choose to pursue,
Seems crazy to others; even taboo.
They believe we struggle just to survive,
And our resources are too deprived;
Yet, that couldn’t be more untrue…
This desert life, to which we withdrew,
Introduced us to a new point of view;
Adapting like xeriscapes, we will thrive
In this desert life…
Now we are living our lives renewed.
A fresh perspective, we have accrued.
Reinvigorating our mental drive
And motivating us to strive
To learn from all that we’ve been through
In this desert life…
Word of the Day: Xeriscape
Poetry Form: Rondeau
“Callow Recruits”
(04.26.2023)
Cruising the campus with my boy Jack;
Searching for a way to get our joy back…
O! These callow recruits, who have joined the rush late,
They shall now have to pay a much more lush rate…
Waiting patiently in line to pay the hefty frat free;
Just to gorge ourselves on warm beer and snacks that are fat free…
But then, out in the distance, there rang a lone gong;
Reminding us that we’ve been gone too long…
Word of the Day: Callow
Poetry Form: Schuttelreim
“The Desire To Retire”
(04.27.2023)
Should we allow him to continue with his daily work,
Even though, whatever project he takes on; he makes worse?
Surely by now, he should have retired or been let go…
Yet he continues to clock in, with each new passing day,
Just like he’s been doing for decades; so inveterate
In his ways as, his capability, it slowly fades…
It’s alright to admit that you are wrong from time to time,
And to let those who are more able, step up and take the reigns;
Eventually, we must all embrace the desire to retire…
Word of the Day: Inveterate
Poetry Form: Sijo
“Martinet Mary”
(04.28.2023)
Mary is so overly martinet,
She always plays by societies rules;
Any time we stray from them, she gets upset,
And treats us as if we are all just fools…
So stubborn in her ways, she’ll never let
Anyone else lead, ever since pre-school;
Soon she will come to learn, people don’t forget
Being looked down upon or ridiculed…
Word of the Day: Martinet
Poetry Form: Sicilian Octave
“History’s Mysteries”
(04.29.2023)
Come see this sight,
Discovered by
Our prying eyes,
As we did glean;
In the right light,
From where it lies,
You can’t deny
It’s so pristine!…
The hours spent
Excavating,
Penetrating
Into the Earth;
Each new segment,
Captivating
And inflating
The total worth…
Yet, in the end,
The reason we
Passionately
Continue on;
Is to defend
Our history
And mysteries
Before they’re gone
Word of the Day: Pristine
Poetry Form: Tawddgyrch Cadwynog
“Across The Great Divide”
(04.30.2023)
Meet me at the place
Where the two rivers meet.
There we will begin our race,
Using only our bare feet;
Across the great divide,
And back to this very river side…
Where the two rivers meet,
That natural convergence,
Here we shall complete
Our act of resurgence;
And determine once and for all,
Who will fall short and who will stand tall?…
There we will begin our race,
And debouch from the river side,
Where we shall keep pace
From here until the great divide;
Though only one of us can win,
We both must rely on our strength within…
Using only our bare feet,
We’ll compete for dominance,
Until the race is complete
And only one holds prominence;
But which one will it be in the end,
To win this competition between friends?…
Across the great divide
They ran with all their might,
Keeping pace with every stride,
Until the fading of the light
Forced them to retire;
So they told stories by the campfire…
And, back to this very river side,
After many days they did return;
No longer concerned for their pride,
But the lessons they did learn.
For, amidst each others company,
They had found a way to truly feel free
Word of the Day: Debouch
Poetry Form: Trenta-Sei
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