“Misanthropic Musings”
(07.01.2023)
Sometimes it seems impossible
To truly see from someone else’s perspective;
Our individual thought processes
Can only allow for so much empathy.
Though we may think we understand
How others may be feeling,
It’s sometimes hard to tell for sure
If their true intent they are revealing…
As appealing as it may seem
To disconnect from society
And focus solely on our own
Selfish wants and needs,
We must all find a way to relate
To those we consider family,
Show patience and restraint;
And coexist in harmony…
Do not become a bane on those you love;
Rise above those childish notions
Or your negative emotions
Will invade your personality
And cause you to expect the worst
When you should only desire the best for
Those you consider your friends and family…
Word of the Day: Bane
Poetry Form: Freeform
“Embrace Your Ego”
(07.02.2023)
Don’t get so
Distracted from your goal;
No! Don’t let distrait
Corrupt your mortal soul.
Improve upon your focus, and
You will grow…
You will grow!
Embrace your self control,
Learn from your mistakes
And you may become whole;
Or at least, better understand
Your ego…
Word of the Day: Distrait
Poetry Form: Symbiosis Poem*
“DIY Endeavors”
(07.03.2023)
When we began building this house
It seemed like a feasible project.
We purchased materials,
Drew out schematics,
Gathered up our tools
And began our work…
The outer frame
Came together quite quickly,
Forming a shell of
The soon to be home
That we seek to inhabit.
But we hit a snag
As we moved to the interior
Overwhelmed by small details…
Our efforts, they proved to be bootless,
No matter how hard we tried;
This was meant to be an easy endeavor,
Yet it’s proven to be
More of a hassle than it’s worth.
We thought that we were saving ourselves
Not only money, but also from stress;
Yet here we are in debt, and
Upset by our lack of progress…
So, I guess it’s time to call on
The help of a professional,
If we ever hope to achieve our goal
And truly renovate our home…
Word of the Day: Bootless
Poetry Form: Concrete (Shapely)
“Independence Day”
(07.04.2023)
Calmly, we await the night
Atop our hill;
Balmy is the air, as light
Gives way to chills…
A spectacular display
Of explosions
Is set to begin, at day
Times conclusion…
Soon, bursts of white, blue and red
Amazed our eyes;
So elegantly, they spread
Across the skies…
In this way, we demonstrate
Our allegiance;
On this day, we celebrate
Independence…
Word of the Day: Balmy
Poetry Form: Independence Poem
“Ode To Wendell Elliot”
(07.05.2023)
He always seemed to have a way with words
A quip for every question that was posed;
His wit was as quick as his train of thought,
And he sought to live life, free as the birds.
But sickness, it left him so indisposed;
Which, in time, caused him to become distraught.
Diminishing his quality of life,
Leaving him feeling frightened and exposed.
With mortality, valiantly he fought
Despite the ever growing pain and strife
He faced…
I will always remember his laughter,
And the lessons he taught me as a child;
How he could always inspirit others
To pursue that which, to them, most matters.
To go and embrace the call of the wild,
To show love to our sisters and brothers;
To live a life that’s passionate and true,
To strive for new wonders and be beguiled!
Though now you sleep beneath the earths covers,
In our hearts we will never forget you
Wendell…
Word of the Day: Inspirit
Poetry Form: Curtal Sonnet
“Infallible Time“
(07.06.2023)
Time…
Nature’s
Constant…
Forever
Progressing,
Brazenly…
Unstoppable,
Infallible;
It carries us
For all our lives…
Inevitably
We must embrace it,
And accept our place
In it’s ebb and flow
Rather than resist…
Adaptability
Is the key to progress;
No newfangled science,
Nor modern invention
Can hinder it’s function.
Time always moves forward…
Word of the Day: Newfangled
Poetry Form: Slow Build
“Improvised Motivation“
(07.07.2023)
Every morning I awake
And shake the sleep from my eyes,
Try to get motivated
As the sun begins to rise;
Devise a plan for the day,
Which routine shall I partake,
Or should I just improvise?…
Might it be wise to indite
The responsibilities
That I must achieve today;
Focus on priorities
And not get so distracted
By new projects that excite,
Or by fun activities…
Ultimately, I must try
To do the best that I can,
In any situation
With or without a true plan;
Become more adaptable
And to find a path whereby
I’ll be a productive man…
Word of the Day: Indite
Poetry Form: The 7’s(*)
“Embracing The Universe“
(07.08.2023)
As the summer sun slowly began rising
To it’s position in the sky,
And the clouds all started to dissipate,
Leaving us with no coverage at all;
We prepared ourselves for
Our daily dose of radiation,
Until nightfall…
On days like these,
When the heat is so extreme,
And all we can do is comply;
We act in accordance,
And search for the shadows,
In which we may find relief.
Yet, this town seems to be
Severely lacking in towering vegetation,
So we simply have to settle for
Any scrap of shade that is available.
Even the slightest penumbra is paradise,
And leaves us in disbelief;
That we can tolerate such dry heat,
Without our brains being completely fried…
Beneath the light of the all powerful sun,
One can’t help but feel very small,
But if we can learn to accept
Our place in the universe
And heed it’s call;
Then we may begin to
Understand our true purpose,
Or find a path whereby
We can chase our dreams to new extremes,
Follow our passions and live truly free…
The obstacles we face daily,
Though they may seem unassailable,
If we can muster all our strength and focus,
And make proper preparations;
In time they will all be
Less difficult to overcome,
And we will soon strive.
Strive like giants in ancient times,
Kings among men, yet
Innocent as children.
Finally able to be ourselves,
And to achieve our own personal zen;
Or to reach a place in our lives,
In which we may finally feel born again…
Word of the Day: Penumbra
Poetry Form: Tykat Poem(*)
“Journey Into The Unknown“
(07.09.2023)
Feel the world begin to spin around you,
A kaleidoscope of stars forms overhead,
As new dimensions come into view.
No longer sure if you’re alive or dead,
The chemicals are swirling in your brain.
Will they leave you feeling insane,
Grief stricken, anxious or frightened;
Or will you become enlightened?
This path is yours to walk alone,
Like an explorer so defiant,
You must journey into the unknown…
If you think the only thing you can do
To release yourself from impending dread
And have some sort of mental breakthrough,
Is by listening to dulcets in your bed,
And analyzing all of the pain
That continues to bring you strain;
Perhaps with your senses heightened
You can peer deeper inside and
May see what trauma has yet to be shown.
But, if you hope to become self reliant, then
You must journey into the unknown…
To seek a perspective that is new
Is a path that few choose to tread,
For it requires that you venture into
The vast wilderness which lies ahead.
But, if true courage you can maintain
As you explore this new domain,
Some day you will see the light; and
On that day you will be delighted
By how much, as a person, you have grown.
But first you must learn to take flight and
You must journey into the unknown…
We all have dreams we wish to pursue,
In our lives and within our heads,
With all the experience we accrue
We just hope that one day we are led
Towards the goals we wish to attain;
And, once we get there, that we may sustain
Ourselves each day and each night and
Know that we have chosen the right end,
As we reap the seeds that we have sown.
If you wish to achieve this life then,
You must journey into the unknown…
If we strive for a path that is true
We must continue on, straight ahead,
And not get caught up in past reviews
Lest we be fooled and become mislead;
Focus on completing your campaign
And in the end you will come to reign.
Push forward, remain upright and
You shall overcome this plight, and
Finally ascend to that lofty throne;
But first you must gather all your might and
You must journey into the unknown…
Just as the day turns to night and
The darkness eventually brightens,
We take comfort in our cornerstones;
But if you seek to become enlightened,
You must journey into the unknown…
Word of the Day: Dulcet
Poetry Form: Chant Royal
“Slackline Cowboy“
(07.10.2023)
Born in the summer of 95,
In the desert, neath a blazing sun;
And from the day when he did arrive,
He knew that he would be the one
To do what others had never done,
And to fill our hearts with such joy.
With balance, he is second to none;
Here he comes, he’s the Slackline Cowboy…
He travelled across the land
To find the most dangerous gaps;
And with him, he carried in his hand
His slack line, cowboy hat and trusty maps.
He has no need for fancy phones, nor apps
Just two points upon which he can deploy
His ratchet and supporting straps;
Here he comes, he’s the Slackline Cowboy…
He has walked across water and fire,
No distance to him is too great;
Yet still he had one burning desire
To cross the grand canyon, and consecrate
Himself as a legend and seal his fate.
For this task, all his skills he must employ
Without a doubt, he must not hesitate;
Here he comes, he’s the Slackline Cowboy…
Word of the Day: Peckish
Poetry Form: Ballade
“Trinity Dreams Of Mountains“
(07.11.2023)
All her life Trinity loved the mountains,
To be in their presence, it was like divination…
Any chance she would get to venture
Into them, no matter the length of time, she would take…
When she was a child in Zermatt,
She spent her days in the shadow of the Matterhorn…
And though, at first, she was maladroit;
In time her body stabilized, like a mountain goat…
By the time she was a teenager,
She had stood atop each peak that made up the Swiss Alps…
Soon higher elevations called her,
And her sense of adventure, it just could not be quelled…
So she packed up all her climbing gear
And began traveling east; destination, Nepal…
Here she would face the eight thousanders;
Those beacons of divinity, which pierce Heavens veil…
Cho Oyu, Makalu, Manaslu,
Ana Purna, Shishapangma, and Dhaulagiri…
Then, after she descended Lhotse
And Kanchenjunga, there was only but one peak left…
Mighty Chomolungma, Everest,
Where she would finally stand on top of the world…
Word of the Day: Maladroit
Poetry Form: Landay
“Sicilian Cynosure“
(07.12.2023)
Once
In
Ancient Sicily,
There lived a poet;
One who was wise beyond his years,
Teeming with new philosophies about life and love…
When
He
Composed
New poems,
He always seemed to
Be able to find a way of
Saying just what everybody else had been thinking…
His
Words
Made him
Into a
Cynosure of sorts,
And people came from far and wide
To hear him recite tales of his experiences…
Though
He
Never
Truly gained
The recognition
That he deserved in history;
His teachings live on in his followers memories…
Word of the Day: Cynosure
Poetry Form: The Fib
“Eternal Longing Grows Strong“
(07.13.2023)
The evening grew whimsical, last Thursday.
Young girls Swaying gracefully,
Young guys striving gallantly;
Youth holds such hope…
Eternal longing grows strong,
Gaining great traction, never reducing;
Genuine and effortless,
Simple and elegant…
Tina asked Dimitri if friends should dance,
Eagerly yearning and gasping gracefully;
“Yes” said Dimitri’s soft tongue,
Eloquent and timid,
Demure yet enticing…
Gesturing grandiosely,
Yamal leapt towards Sarah;
Heart thumping with glee and ecstatic charisma!
Atop the purlieu, under romance’s spell,
Love encouraged deeper realizations…
Word of the Day: Purlieu
Poetry Form: Speno(*)
“Carpool Cliches“
(07.14.2023)
Stuck in traffic with an annoying fool,
Yammering on and on about his day;
Adding to the growing sense of dismay
Of the people that make up this carpool.
Though, in his head, he may think he seems cool
With all of the details he can convey;
The rest of us view him as a cliche,
The definition of a corporate tool…
O! White collar warriors annoy me,
With them, I simply can not relate;
Treating everyone else as “second class”,
Constantly focused on making money.
Though, in his head, he may think he seems cool;
To the rest of us, he’s simply an ass…
Word of the Day: Yammer
Poetry Form: Petrarcan Sonnet
“Eagle’s Nest Quest“
(07.15.2023)
We began our quest
Feeling truly blessed,
Divine;
Roaming the forest
And trying our best
To find
A rare eagle’s nest,
Which lies on this crest
Of pines…
We searched high and low,
But progress was slow
That day,
Due to falling snow
And rain clouds that grow
So grey;
Hindering our flow
And places we know
Just may…
Hide from us, our prize,
Keep it from our eye’s
Vision;
So we were surprised
When we heard the cries
Given
By birds who arise,
Above the disguise
Of sylvan…
Word of the Day: Sylvan
Poetry Form: Virelai
“Nature’s Lullaby“
(07.16.2023)
Adam loved to spend his days
Among the flowers and trees
Where, upon his back he’d lie,
Listening to the breeze blow;
Staring up at skies of blue…
Basking in Apollo’s rays,
Embracing serenity;
Lost in nature’s lullaby,
It’s eternal ebb and flow
Leaving him feeling renewed…
As he lied there in a state
Of languor, feeling carefree;
Not a worry crossed his mind,
Nor single thought of sorrow
Could corrupt his point of view…
Word of the Day: Languor
Poetry Form: Vowel Sound Endings(*)
“The Height of Summer“
(07.17.2023)
Atlanta in the summer time,
Early morning heat starts to rise,
Irradiating city streets;
Overwhelming the people stuck
Under it’s oppressive nature…
Any way that we can keep cool,
It quickly takes priority
Over what we had planned to do,
Even going to work or school;
Unending heat alters the rules…
I’d give anything for a breeze,
Oh, why are we cursed with such heat?
As June slowly turns to July,
Uneasy, stress levels rise; to
Eliminate delectation…
All we can do is wait it out,
Eventually all heat resides;
Only the strong survive these times
In the height of summer, and it’s
Unrelenting assault on us…
Word of the Day: Delectation
Poetry Form: Vowel Beginnings(*)
“Trundled Concrete“
(07.18.2023)
All day long, we’ve been trying so
Hard to move this block of concrete,
That has fallen into the street;
On the outskirts of Chicago…
As the crowd, it began to grow,
Staring up in awe at the sight;
Suddenly, ten men of great might,
Decided to take on the task.
They all came together to ask;
How best to set this problem right?…
Nearby they saw a moving truck,
With dollies sitting just outside;
Which they all hoped would help provide
Them tools to help it come unstuck…
Through brute force, and a bit of luck,
With all their strength they huffed and puffed
Until they lifted high enough
To slip the small dollies under.
But, their plan, it went asunder;
When, the block, trundled down the bluff…
Word of the Day: Trundle
Poetry Form: Espinela
“Oh So Contradictory“
(07.19.2023)
It’s quite cold for a summer afternoon,
Quite dark for a day,
Quite unique for a cliche;
And I’m quite tired for an insomniac,
Quite slow for a hare,
Quite dull for a flare.
It’s too late for the early bird,
Too calm for a storm,
Too empty for a swarm;
And I’m quite low for a stoner,
Quite heavy for a kite,
Too timid to put up a fight.
Oh why must I be so contradictory?…
I’m quite fast for a tortoise,
Quite safe for a gun,
Quite naughty for a nun;
And I’m quite poor for a CEO,
Quite clumsy for a cat,
Too well behaved to be a brat.
I’m quite bald for a barber,
Quite soft for a rock,
Too open for a lock;
And I’m quite enervated for a battery,
Quite hot for a fridge,
Quite shakey for a bridge.
Oh why must I be so contradictory?…
Word of the Day: Enervate
Poetry Form: Contradictions
“Overrun By Summer Fun“
(07.20.2023)
This once idyllic paradise
Has lost it’s peaceful charm,
By hoping to entice
New visitors, they’ve cause their own downfall.
Though once this place was nice,
The sudden increase in tourism
Has now left them thinking twice;
And, in the end caused more economic harm,
Forcing the natives to pay the price…
Now their town is overrun
By fat annoying tourists,
Baking in the sun,
And trashing the beautiful beaches.
Arriving by the ton
On massive cruise ships,
Polluting the once pristine waters
Like eco terrorist;
All in the name of summer fun…
Word of the Day: Idyllic
Poetry Form: Magic 9
“Into Infinity (…And So It Begins)“
(07.21.2023)
I can’t even begin to properly describe
The hurly-burly sounds coming from this stage,
A cacophony of noise protruding from hidden instruments,
Made by creatures in homemade costumes;
Completely lost in their barrage of sound…
“And so it begins” now spins on a loop,
Enticing passer-bys to witness this madness;
Is it early in the morning or late at night?
The correct answer is a matter of perspective…
Though it may sound disconnected,
They are perfectly in sync,
Taking chaos by the reigns
And attempting to reel it in;
And all the while, as the band plays on,
There lies Leah in the middle to keep us safe…
Oh, but where is TJ?
We can’t do this without him!
For, his laughter, it inspires
The creativity within us.
I guess we’ll just have to improvise,
And forget everything we learned in practice;
Devolve into the chaos, and
Simply let the loop play on.
On and on, into infinity…
…and so it begins…
Word of the Day: Hurly-Burly
Poetry Form: Freeform
“Ana & The Arcana“
(07.22.2023)
When you are interpreting
The well spring of predictions,
That is made available
by somewhat troubled fictions…
Have faith in the Arcana,
Dear Ana, don’t be frightened;
Rely upon its wisdom,
And you’ll become enlightened…
Word of the Day: Arcana
Poetry Form: Awdl Gywydd
“Universal Orphans“
(07.23.2023)
As she walked gracefully through the orchard,
Admiring the many beautiful orchids,
Her thoughts suddenly turned to orcas;
And she focused on the words of the oracle.
“If we can’t find a way to get organized,
And become amicable like orphingtons,
We will soon have to live in orbit;
As, earth, will be out of order”…
This prophecy isn’t out of the ordinary,
Daily we’re surrounded by fires of bright orange;
And, it seems no official ordinance
That is put in place, will help to save Oregon…
This world is fragile like origami,
And simply, a rotating orb;
Shrouded in mystery are it’s origins,
Yet it still remains organic.
Without it, every living organism
Would become universal orphans…
Word of the Day: Amicable
Poetry Form: Alliterated End Words(*)
“Sinecure Sarah“
(07.24.2023)
Sarah has always been so lucky when
It comes to finding work,
New jobs seem to fall right in her lap;
Even in times of economic stress,
Cash just seems to flow out of her
Unbelievably deep pockets.
Recently, she happened upon a true sinecure,
Elevator operator at the five star hotel;
She simply has to sit there all day
And wait for tenants, eager to
Reach their temporary abodes
And direct them to the appropriate floor.
How she finds these jobs, I’ll never know…
Word of the Day: Sinecure
Poetry Form: Acrostic
“Triskaphobia“
(07.25.2023)
They say that catastrophes come in threes,
All you have to do is wait,
And leave it up to the hand of fate
To do with us as it may please;
They say that catastrophes come in threes…
Though it may make us quite irate,
It’s effect on us we must abate,
And face our troubles with a sense of ease;
They say that catastrophes come in threes…
Oh the worries that we do create,
Within our brains, When consumed by hate.
Whether financial woes, heartache, or even disease;
They say that catastrophes come in threes…
Word of the Day: Abate
Poetry Form: Dansa
“Territories Unknown“
(07.26.2023)
We made our preparations
To venture into the deep,
And explore it’s various mysteries;
But, a sense of doubt looms within…
As we stood upon the mountains peak,
Watching the waves crashing softly
Upon the serene shore;
Awaiting the coming evening,
When we will embrace nocturnal
Activities until our mission begins, tomorrow…
We visited the famous pubs
And heard some singers croon,
Which gave us a sense of relief,
As we frolicked beneath the moon;
For tomorrow we will venture
Into territories unknown,
And risk our lives in the name of science,
To bring to light what must be shown…
Word of the Day: Croon
Poetry Form: End Words
“From Opera To Blues“
(07.27.2023)
Oh the importance of proper deportment,
When it comes to fine arts like opera or ballet;
Each movement requires the utmost precision,
If the proper emotions is to be conveyed…
One must have the right posture, as they approach,
The highest ranking members of the bourgeoisie;
If they have any hope of becoming part of
The upper echelons of our society…
Their grandiose lifestyle, full of luxuries,
On the outside may seem like a dream that’s come true;
Yet they’re fraught with depression, strife and addiction,
And in the end leaves them wishing they’d sang the blues…
Word of the Day: Deportment
Poetry Form: Nonce Form (ABCB 11×12)
“Bodacious Adventures“
(07.28.2023)
All afternoon, it has been absolutely bodacious!
Beautiful landscapes, badass tunes, and best friends
Cruising through the cascades without a care.
Driving with no true destination,
Embracing our elation as the evening fades;
Filling our faces with
Glorious glee and giddy giggles…
Happiness hovers heavenly over our heads,
Igniting our infinite imaginations to
Jovially jump for joy and join our minds; to
Learn lessons about life and love, while
Making more meaningful memories together…
Now that night is nearing,
Overhead owls begin to orate, as we
Playfully push past with purpose;
Quickly continuing on our quirky quest,
Rarely resisting, rejuvenated by rapturous joy!…
Suddenly a soft silence swept over us,
Turning the tone of the evening to trouble; an
Unusual and unnerving feeling crept into our bones,
Vultures circling vivaciously over our heads, to
Warn us that we’ve been without water for too long. With
X-ray like vision, they scope us out,
Yearning to plunge their talons into young flesh; from their
Zenith in the sky, like lions on the hide of a zebra…
Word of the Day: Bodacious
Poetry Form: Alphabet Attack
“Sunburnt Blues“
(07.29.2023)
We’ve been out in the sun all day,
Now, my brain, is shrouded in fog;
So I look for the nearest log,
Upon which, my head I may lay.
Oh, there has got to be a way
To escape from the summer heat;
People passing out in the street,
Their faces, pale and white like ghosts.
Oh, this heat wave on the west coast,
Leaves us with a sense of defeat…
Our once rubicund faces feel
Drained of life by the brutal sun,
Causing us all to come undone
As our burnt skin begins to peel;
The epidermis, unconcealed,
Is now rife with blisters and pain.
The itchiness drives us insane,
As we pick and scratch the layers
While reciting holy prayers;
Hoping that we may find relief
From this naturally caused grief,
That’s felt by us and our neighbors…
Word of the Day: Rubicund
Poetry Form: Decima
“Salutary Blessings“
(07.30.2023)
Salutary blessings, to you and those you love;
Affection is the catalyst to
Limitless joy and
Unfeigned elation, when
Times seem tough…
All of us must face
Resentment, strife and pain;
Yet, true friendship can help to ease those
Brutal blows, and lessen the strain. If we can
Embrace not only our light, but our dark
Side, we may see the potential
Symbiotic relationship that could
In turn provide us with a
New perspective; and help inspire
Growth within our truest
Self, who yearns to be let out…
Word of the Day: Salutary
Poetry Form: Acrostic
“Anticipating Celebrations“
(07.31.2023)
Your birthday’s coming,
Just after this weekend;
So lets have a party,
Our arms, we will extend…
Joyously outward,
As we come to embrace
Our friends, with hearts open;
For nothing can replace…
Feelings, so unfeigned,
Experienced within;
When we build true friendships,
And self-healing begins…
So, on your birthday,
This year we will entwine;
And celebrate beauty
As the planets align…
We’ll be so happy
As, our love, we profess
To our friends and family;
With whom, we feel so blessed…
Word of the Day: Unfeigned
Poetry Form: Breccbairdne
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