“Chintzy Chant”
(03.01.2023)
Driving alone on the freeway at night
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
The moon, in the sky, shines so bright
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
Doing my best to remain focused and strong
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
Then the radio turned to my favorite song
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
The music and lyrics fill me with hope
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
Providing me with a means to cope
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
With all of the pain, the loss and strife
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
That I have allowed to control my life
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
These tortuous roads, they go on for miles
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
Their many twists and turns, leaving me beguiled
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
Yet, I must keep going, if I hope to be free
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
And become the man I always hoped I could be
Singing along to a chintzy chant…
Word of the Day: Chintzy
Poetry Form: Chant
“The Horrors of War”
(03.02.2023)
Back when we first joined in this fight
It seemed we were doing what’s right
Our cause was so just
Our forces, robust
As we thrust on despite…
The casualties we have sustained
In this everlasting campaign
Leaving us weakened
Our outlook bleakened
Causing strain to deepen…
In the depths of our soldiers brains
Which, in time, will drive them insane
Even if they win
The trauma and sin
Will remain there, within…
How long must we go on killing?
This violence is unfulfilling
It causes dissent
And cries of lament
Crippling our intent…
To doubt our asseveration
Choosing to fight for our nation
Will leave us all dead
Our stuck in cold beds
Sheets, stained red by flayed skin…
Though once, our numbers were quite vast
The brutal fighting of the past
Has reduced us to
A skeleton crew
Most of who will not last…
This war has gone on for so long
Our forces, that once were so strong
Now fear for their lives
As they grab their knives
And arise, in a throng…
As the final battle begun
Beneath a swiftly fading sun
Each soldier fought on
Though so woebegone;
And, by dawn, they had won…
Word of the Day: Asseveration
Poetry Form: Clogyrnach
“Calm Before The Storm”
(03.03.2023)
Thank you for your kind words sir
They help to ease my fevered brain
I never knew this pain could be
So locus; why can’t I just shift
My focus off it for a bit?
And think of other ways to cope
Without relying on the use of dope…
I vanish into a cloud of smoke
Heart full of sorrow, as I choke
Back tears; and hope for solace from
The sadness that devours my waking hours
As I take another hit and pull
It slowly into my lungs, I feel
The calm that comes before a storm…
The sense of loss I feel within
Compels me to embrace my desire for
Relief from these woes that impose doubt
In my heart, and force me to
Part with the notion that all will
Be fine and dandy in the end;
Hence, the effect of, losing a friend…
Word of the Day: Locus
Poetry Form: Kwansaba
“Ignore Your Fears”
(03.04.2023)
How does time seem to move so fast?
Growing older…
When will it begin to slow down?
We must ignore…
Do our desires make us weak?
Only our fears…
With each new season that draws near
Be them vernal or wintery
We should embrace proclivity
Growing older, we must ignore, only our fears…
Word of the Day: Vernal
Poetry Form: Ovillejo
“Falling Skies”
(03.05.2023)
The sky fell upon us once more
Last night, while we were in our beds
Dreaming of respite from the snow
And it’s all encompassing cold…
While we were wrapped in warm sheets
The sky fell upon us once more
Causing the outside world to be
Covered in snow as we awoke…
The clouds, so ominous and white
Surrounded us, so suddenly
The sky fell upon us once more
As we desperately prayed for heat…
No need for us to prink today
For, it’s seems, we’ll be stuck indoors
Hiding from the cold that came as
The sky fell upon us once more…
Word of the Day: Prink
Poetry Form: Quatern
“Halcyon Outlook”
(03.06.2023)
You try not to worry
Or to feel so lonely
But, to change the story,
You must learn to only…
Understand the notion
That you have chosen
To embrace these motions
That make you feel frozen…
I think, maybe, instead
Focusing on intent
And how you may intend
To make lasting imprints…
A halcyon outlook
To increase your output
And, hopefully, unhook
You from feeling forsook…
Word of the Day: Halcyon
Poetry Form: Rinnard
“Building True Relationships”
(03.07.2023)
You keep your actions
Hidden from those around you,
So surreptitious
And clouded in mystery;
You leave others in the dark…
From their point of view,
Unsure of your intentions,
They swiftly retreat;
and keep you at an arms length,
Considering you aloof…
If you desire
A sense of community,
You should aspire
To become more truthful
With those you seek to befriend…
It is only then
That they will accept you in
Their inner circle;
And you can, at last, begin
Building true relationships…
Word of the Day: Surreptitious
Poetry Form: Waka
“Abolitionist Admiration”
(03.08.2023)
O! How I admire your bravery
And the cause for which you fight
You desire to abolish slavery;
Release your people from this plight…
The cause for which you fight
It is so noble and just;
To release your people from this plight
And their growing sense of disgust…
It is so noble and just
Yet, your victory is not guaranteed;
And, the growing sense of disgust,
Has caused overall morale to recede…
Your victory is not guaranteed
Yet, so doughtily, you continue;
Though overall morale did recede,
You still have some fight left within you!…
How doughtily you continue
With your desire to abolish slavery.
There’s still so much fight left within you;
O! How I admire your bravery…
Word of the Day: Doughty
Poetry Form: Pantoum
“Emotional Repertoire”
(03.09.2023)
For those with high anxiety
To try something entirely
New, can be unnerving.
The thought alone, so hideous,
It leaves them feeling tremulous;
Even just observing…
How can one learn to keep their cool,
And not become an awkward fool
In these situations?
If only there was some way to
Embrace the mind of someone who
Ignores that sensation…
All of us have character traits,
We either love or come to hate,
That make us who we are.
They form our personality
And define the totality
Of our emotional repertoire…
Word of the Day: Tremulous
Poetry Form: Rime Couee
“Impromptu Notions”
(03.10.2023)
When you are dealing
With unappealing
Forces
That are concealing,
Never revealing
Sources;
A new congealing
Dubious feeling
Courses…
Through your fevered mind
Getting intertwined
With pain;
Making you feel blind,
Becoming confined,
The strain
Leaving you maligned
as it redesigns
Your brain…
Still you continue
With your impromptu
Notions,
Feelings within you
Making such askew
Motions;
Causing new issues
As deep as the blue
Oceans…
Sometimes it feels so
Hard to just let go
Of strife,
Even if you know
It will help you grow
More rife;
Don’t be so emo,
Just go with the flow
of life…
Word of the Day: Dubious
Poetry Form: Lai
“Gettin’ Old Ain’t For Sissies”
(03.11.2023)
Gettin’ old, it ain’t for sissies
Nor people who like to complain
Viewing everyone as fishy
It will slowly drive you insane…
Until one day when you become
A curmudgeon, so old and numb
To the ways of the modern world
Too stubborn, your emotions, furled…
It seems to me there are two types of people,
There’s those who feel blessed and those who feel cheated;
And just as their bones keep growing more feeble,
They’ll start to seem more humbled or defeated;
Mad and cantankerous or calm and regal;
Simple and joyful or bored and conceited;
So think hard about which you would rather be
In the end, the choice is up to you and me…
Word of the Day: Curmudgeon
Poetry Form: Rispetto
“Dietary Changes”
(03.12.2023)
Days of dinners
In diners, drab;
Decor so dull…
Food is flying
From open mouths;
Falling to floors…
Gasping for breath,
And grabbing at
Gravy and grits…
It’s so swollen,
My stomach, soon
Something must give…
All the tension
Trapped within my
Tumid frame; grows…
I will never
Need nachos, nor
Nuggets, no more…
Is it better
To believe in
Beans, not butter?…
Curb my desire
For desserts; like
Devils food cake…
I need simple
Sprouts, salads and
Spinach; so green…
This new diet
Will nourish my
Needy soul now…
Make me healthy,
More merry, and
Mostly; more whole…
Word of the day: Tumid
Poetry Form: Novem
“Road Rage”
(03.13.2023)
For two hours now we’ve been stuck in line,
Twiddling our thumbs, in boredom.
Praying for a change of pace
To free us from this trap.
Then, so suddenly,
I felt choler;
Rage building
Inside
Me…
I turned my wheels to ninety degrees,
And slammed my foot down on the gas.
Sending my car, careening
Across the median,
Into oncoming
Traffic so fast;
Causing my
Hasty
Death…
Word of the Day: Choler
Poetry Form: Nonet
“Sea of Clouds”
(03.14.2023)
Soaring over a sea of clouds,
Hovering just below our wings,
Hiding the landscape in a shroud;
As though we’re no longer allowed
To witness such beautiful things…
So thick, they gather, in the sky;
As we are swiftly flying by.
Obscuring all we hoped to see,
Non-pellucid in their design,
Spanning from here to Missouri…
Slowly they start to dissipate
And great mountains come into view.
As we’re crossing from state to state,
Within this endless sky of blue;
I can barely articulate…
How it truly makes me feel so
Lucky, to be able to go
Back home; to visit family,
Friends and those who are close to me.
It always helps my heart to grow…
Word of the Day: Pellucid
Poetry Form: Quintilla
“Nostalgia On The Radio”
(03.15.2023)
I heard your voice, yesterday, on the radio
I heard your voice, yesterday, on the radio
So booming & proudly stentorian; your words
So booming & proudly stentorian; your words
Yesterday, your words, so proudly I heard;
Your voice, booming & stentorian, on the radio…
They played your new song, and I sang along
They played your new song, and I sang along
Remembering when we were together
Remembering when we were together
When we were new, I played and sang along,
Together; remembering your song…
Though, as the years, they’ve passed; we’ve grown apart
Though, as the years, they’ve passed; we’ve grown apart
Yet, still, those melodies are running through our hearts
Yet, still, those melodies are running through our hearts
Through those years running, though melodies, they’ve passed;
We’ve grown, yet, our hearts are still apart…
Yesterday, your voice, so booming and stentorian;
Played melodies through still hearts.
Remembering your song, and when we were new, I sang along!
We’ve grown apart, yet our words,
Proudly I heard on the radio;
Those years running together though, they’ve passed…
Word of the Day: Stentorian
Poetry Form: Paradelle
“Two’s & Three’s”
(03.16.2023)
It’s so hard
Playing cards
With such a
High-roller;
All their plays
Gaining praise
As they stay
Extoller…
In my seat
I feel beat,
As the heat
Continues;
Dealing me
Two’s and three’s,
As I see
Residue…
Creeping down
Past a frown,
Forming so
Suddenly;
On the face
Of the ace
In first place
Currently…
First the flop
Made him stop
Then the turn
Astonished;
Cards so low,
Caused him woe,
He reneged; so
Dishonest…
Word of the Day: Renege
Poetry Form: Snam Suad
“The Ballade of St. Patrick”
(03.17.2023)
Damn these creatures
That hiss and crawl
Across the ground;
Confound them all!…
How they’ve rankled
Those who reside
Here; so angered
Lures, they’ve applied…
In an attempt
To kill or trap;
As they slither,
Wither and wrap…
In each crevice
Cranny and crack
So evasive
To our attacks…
No one, it seems,
Can vanquish these
Snakes; and their schemes
Of treachery…
Then suddenly,
Bold as thunder,
Patrick appeared
There; from under…
His robes he grabbed
His trusty staff
Raised his timbre
With a loud laugh…
He belted loud
A hearty shout;
To all around,
The sound let out…
“I shall banish
Them from this land
Drive them all back
With staff in hand!”…
And since that date
We all still pray
To that old Saint
On Patrick’s Day…
Word of the Day: Rankle
Poetry Form: Trian Rannaigechta Moire
“Love Nest”
(03.18.2023)
In this quaint place
We embrace, as
Our faces draw
Near; we saw light,
So awe inspiring, encompass our sight…
Nothing can reach
Us, not breach or
Impeach our love
Nest; above these
Trees of green, our Snuggery holds no worries…
This is where we
Can truly feel
So free, and be
Completely new;
Where we see all the joy that’s left to pursue…
Word of the Day: Snuggery
Poetry Form: Ya-Du
“Pernicious Longing At Worlds End”
(03.19.2023)
As we layed, waiting
For quick death;
Our hearts, they grew still…
Pernicious longing at
The end of the world
Overwhelming our thoughts…
We had a good run,
Here on earth,
Until we broke it…
Now oceans rise,
Skies burn; and we’ve only
Ourselves to blame…
Word of the Day: Pernicious
Poetry Form: Lune
“Dexterous Hands”
(03.20.2023)
Due to Dexter’s ruse
Dr. Rex deterred us;
These darn hands
Turned to texts,
As the sounds honed…
So dexterous, he sat,
Hands taut and torn;
Dread, so hard,
Taxed our sour heads
And roused us…
Sound then sent shards
Under then sun;
A hex that shone, so stout!
The hands that toned
Those drones, turned hot;
And hardened to death…
Word of the Day: Dexterous
Poetry Form: Anagrammatic
“The Travels of The Stuttering Salesman”
(03.21.2023)
The traveling sa-salesman
He’s so peri-pa-pa-tetic
As he ma-ma-makes his way
Across sta-state after state!
Se-se-selling va-va-various
Appliance-ce-ce-ce-ce-ce-ce-ces
To the pe-pe-pe-pe-people
On his le-le-lengthy route…
Buh-buh-blenders, muh-muh-mixers,
Nuh-nuh-knives and spoons and forks;
Tuh-tuh-toasters, juh-juh-juicers
And kuh-cleaning supplies guh-galore!!
Kuh-kuh-could you use a
Nuh-nuh-new appliance for your
Kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kitchen?
If you do, I’ve guh-guh-got the guy
For you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou…
Word of the Day: Peripatetic
Poetry Form: Abstract Sound
“Nature, The True Creator”
(03.22.2023)
Gardens
Stretch on for miles and miles
In every direction;
As we walk through the aisles
Of each verdant section…
Hand in hand
We walk along, slowly,
Hoping to understand
Their beauty; although we
Know their scheme is so grand…
Nature
Has a way of hiding
What it truly favors;
Though it keeps providing,
Like a true creator…
Word of the Day: Verdant
Poetry Form: Bob & Wheel
“10 Past 9 (Crestfallen By Public Transportation)”
(03.23.2023)
The day began, just like any other;
But, this morning, hope swelled within my heart.
The interview of a lifetime awaits me,
In the epicenter of downtown!
Soon I shall have the job of my dreams;
If only I can find a reliable ride…
…Can one truly depend upon public transportation?…
Standing on the corner, twiddling my thumbs,
Imagining the questions that are yet to come;
Crafting my responses, to best represent,
My heightened work ethic and noble intent.
I raise my wrist to check the time,
And realize it’s already ten past nine!
My bud should have been here at quarter til,
Yet here I am standing, and waiting on it still…
…Can one truly depend upon public transportation?…
The clock struck ten and my heart sank,
Like an anchor, to the pit of my soul;
Not a single bus even came down this street,
So I was left out in the rain and cold.
Crestfallen, due to uncontrollable schemes,
That have ruined all my preparations; I scream…
…Can one truly depend upon public transportation?!?…
Word of the Day: Crestfallen
Poetry Form: The Bop
“Imperturbable Seamen”
(03.24.2023)
For months now we’ve been at sea,
With our crew of thirty three
Seamen, so stout and worthy
Of praise from the Bourgeoisie.
So elite, in our degree,
Even our king did decree
Us as imperturbable;
And his nobles, too agree…
War, we have chosen to wage,
In an attempt to assuage
Our citizens from this age
Of discontent and outrage!
It’s become harder to gauge
The outcome now, at this stage;
Will we achieve victory
At the end of this rampage?…
Returning to port, battered,
Our uniforms all tattered;
Overall morale, shattered
By military hazards.
Our comrades blood is splattered,
Across the ship, it’s plastered;
Like macabre wallpaper,
O! So tapered and scattered…
Though once we were a full crew,
The battles that we have gone through
Have reduced us down to two
Seaman, who now know the true
Cost it takes to pursue
A war over different views;
Between two opposing groups
Who’s troops shall not be subdued…
Word of the Day: Imperturbable
Poetry Form: Cyrch A Chwta
“Ephemera Objects”
(03.25.2023)
As I look through this box of memories,
Nostalgia begins washing over me;
To witness these ephemera objects
Is like watching rare documentaries…
So many unfinished projects,
I once viewed as lofty prospects;
Left too long, on the back burner,
Have been reduced merely to concepts…
I have always been an avid learner,
Yet, my work ethic, could be firmer;
My thirst for knowledge outweighs my desire
For action; I’m simply an observer…
After everything that has transpired
In my life, be it truth or satire;
I shall always seek to find a way
To complete all that is required…
Word of the Day: Ephemera
Poetry Form: Interlocking Rubaiyat
“Trapped Within Four Walls Again”
(03.26.2023)
The clouds on the horizon line,
Sullen, like an omen;
How they portend
A dreary end,
Sullen, like an omen…
Slowly, the rain, it did begin
Falling; droplets descend
Down to the ground,
Ever earth bound;
Falling droplets, descend…
The came the gusting of strong winds,
And bold thunderous sounds;
All this combined
With lightning, divine,
And bold thunderous sounds…
This storm, so violent and profound,
O! How it does confine;
We’re trapped within
Four walls again
O! How it does confine…
Word of the Day: Portend
Poetry Form: The Roundabout
“Those Of Us Left”
(03.27.2023)
We no longer know the time or the day,
Since the world ended, we stopped keeping track;
Effectively forcing us to go back
To living life like predator and prey.
We all witnessed societies decay;
The ever increasing force of attacks
Between the bold armies, who dressed in black;
That destroyed this world, all to our dismay…
Those of us left must now fight to survive,
As resources are becoming effete;
Leaving us all to struggle and compete
For what we need, to keep ourselves alive.
Still we continue, attempting to thrive,
And rebuilding what was deemed obsolete;
We’ll free ourselves from this sense of defeat
And see, our community, be revived…
Word of the Day: Effete
Poetry Form: Italian Octave
“Unsolved Mysteries”
(03.28.2023)
I picked up the paper yesterday,
And read the headline, to my dismay;
Three teens were found dead, gunshots to the head,
Made the crime scene such a grisly display…
No one truly knows how this occurred,
And not a single shot had been heard
By those who lived near the old wooden pier
Where the dead bodies had been discovered…
A private detective was hired
To figure out just what transpired
On that fateful night, beneath the moonlight,
When three local teens lives were expired…
His penchant for detail was so keen,
Meticulously, he swept the scene;
Until he found a clue he hoped would prove
To dismantle the true killer’s smoke screen…
A watch he found, buried in the sand,
With diamonds encrusted on each hand
Which everyone knew, had once belonged to,
The richest man living on this island…
He lived in a mansion on the hill,
Overlooking the sea and sawmill.
His reclusive ways, to others, seem strange;
Yet, he continues to reside there still…
Detectives arrived, to search his home,
Went through things with a fine toothed comb;
Hoping to find evidence that would bind
Him to the crime, and reveal the unknown…
Alas, his alibi, was air tight
He was nowhere near the pier that night;
But, out on a date with an old classmate,
Who confirmed he was nothing but polite…
So, it seems, this unsolved mystery
Will always haunt our community;
No killer was caught, this unnerving plot,
It will surely go down in history…
Word of the Day: Penchant
Poetry Form: Gwawdodyn Byr
“Defeated By Romances”
(03.29.2023)
Sitting at the train station,
Medication kicking in,
Waiting to be taken to
My new doctor; near Berlin…
The people all around me,
Swarming like bees in a hive,
So engrossed in their routines;
With caffeine, fueling their drive…
The train arrived in minutes
So, with tickets in our hands,
We made our way to cramped seats;
And watched streets blur with the land…
I paused from reading my book
To look over my shoulder,
And saw a girl, dressed in green;
Who must have been a soldier…
She sat so calm and composed,
Her face, exposed to the sun;
Making her so radiant,
My content heart came undone…
Her beauty overwhelmed me
Like the sea during a storm,
If she would give me her heart;
For her, I’d start to transform…
Into the type of lover
She’d smother with affection,
And, if we stay together
Forever; it’s perfection…
If I could just find the strength
To walk the length between us,
Then maybe we could begin
To depend upon our trust…
O! But I’m just too demure,
And unsure of my chances;
So here I’ll stay, in this seat,
Defeated by romances…
Word of the Day: Demure
Poetry Form: Awdl Gywydd
“Claustrophobic Clara”
(03.30.2023)
She sat inside her darkened house,
Anxious, yet timid as a mouse;
Lugubrious and lamenting her life,
For the strife that it brings…
The weather, always overcast,
Traps her inside; feeling aghast.
Hoping that one day, the sun, it may shine;
And find her intermit…
Depression can happen to anyone,
All fun must some day end,
And when it tears it’s ugly head;
Can make us wish that we were dead…
Though, in our lives, we all must face struggles;
Troubles should not replace
The joy gained from experience,
Not keep us waiting in suspense…
Clara, don’t let the weather bring you down;
This town will change, come spring.
The sun will shine again, one day,
And drive away those clouds of grey…
Word of the Day: Lugubrious
Poetry Form: Byr A Thoddaid
“Content In Cafes”
(03.31.2023)
The soi-disant poet, stays all day,
Writing down words; content in cafes.
Focused on syllable counts and rhymes,
Completely losing track of the time…
This art form, it requires patience,
And an understanding of cadence;
To properly get your point across,
Without the meaning becoming lost…
Watch now as ink flows out from the pen!
Crafting new poems, hoping to mend
The pain that grows, deep down in our hearts;
With the wisdom that they may impart…
Word of the Day: Soi-Disant
Poetry Form: Cyhydedd Naw Ban
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