Approaching Autumn
(09.01.2023)
The rain is finally falling
Down from the summer sky,
Rejuvenating the landscape;
Providing escape from the sun…
We breathe a sigh of relief, as
The rain is finally falling;
Bringing an end to the summer’s heat,
Now autumn can be heard calling…
The summer is made for days of fun,
But, fall also has it’s blessings;
The rain is finally falling,
Days of harvest are drawing near…
It’s time once more for jackets and coats,
And the warmth of hearth fed fires;
O! The beauty of vitreous mist and clouds, when
The rain is finally falling…
Word of the Day: Vitreous
Poetry Form: Viator
13th Avenue UFO
(09.02.2023)
What is all this hubbub I hear,
Gathering in strength, down on the street?
It sounds quite frightening and severe,
Causing commotion on the concrete.
From my bedroom window, I tried to peer
Over the heads of the crowd below.
When, suddenly, it became clear;
Revealing there, a UFO…
It crashed down on 13th avenue,
From out of the sky, it feel like a star;
Appearing suddenly, out of the blue,
Smashing through buildings, power lines and cars.
Soon people came from near and far,
To witness the carnage that had occurred;
Pouring out of nearby shops and bars
Until, the size of the crowd, was absurd…
Then, with a flash and puff of smoke,
The doors flew open; to the peoples fright.
Out stepped a small man in a big red cloak,
With skin of green and eyes pure white.
The people were so scared by this sight,
With thoughts of apocalypse in their heads;
They pulled out their weapons, guns and knives,
And within one minute had killed him dead…
Word of the Day: Hubbub
Poetry Form: Huitain
Tedious Bliss
(09.03.2023)
Out in his garden, he stays all day;
Persnickety Pete, pruning his flowers.
Persistently, he toils away,
Trimming and preening for hours and hours…
Persnickety Pete, pruning his flowers,
Often loses track of the time;
Trimming and preening for hours and hours
His rosemary, sage, parsley and thyme…
Often losing track of the time,
He toils away in his tedious bliss;
Each rosemary, sage, parsley and thyme
He blesses with one final kiss…
He toils away in his tedious bliss,
With no reason to complain;
And blesses with one final kiss,
The harvest he soon will attain…
Out in his garden, he stays all day,
With no reason to complain;
Persistently, he toils away
At the harvest he soon will attain…
Word of the Day: Persnickety
Poetry Form: Pantoum
Languid Approach
(09.04.2023)
So you say you’d rather stay
In the middle of the road,
Even though you know
It leads down a dead end street;
Where all the people you meet
Who show interest at first,
Will soon be taking off and heading home,
Leaving you completely alone…
Still you wander and roam
With no clear destination,
Causing boredom and frustration,
In your languid approach
To be just like every other
Nomad that came before you…
You just gotta stay in your lane
And not make too many waves,
After all, originality is “so cliche”.
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it,
Just drive it into the ground!
Until you’ve caused so much frustration,
That theres no one left around
To criticize your choices
And the way that you live;
Nor the languid approach
You have chosen to give…
Word of the Day: Languid
Poetry Form: Free Form
Coastal Jaunt
(09.05.2023)
Come dear friend, let’s take a trip to the sea,
We’ll share quality time; just you and me.
If you like, we can relax and both unwind,
Or go ride bikes; whatever helps ease your mind…
O! It can just be a quick jaunt,
Or if we want, we can take our time;
After all, we’re still in our prime,
And being with you feels sublime…
So, lets you and me,
Road trip to the sea;
Where we can be free
To do as we please…
Word of the Day: Jaunt
Poetry Form: Jump!
Nomads From Constantinople
(09.06.2023)
This bosky landscape
Is so lush and lavish,
And provides an escape
From the languid lifestyle…
Each time we forage
Within this grand forest,
It causes us to feel
Like natural florists…
We love to explore
In this endless expanse,
Each time that we enter,
Our senses are enhanced…
Embracing nature,
This act makes us noble;
As we live like nomads,
In Constantinople…
Word of the Day: Bosky
Poetry Form: Breccbairdne
High Above The Horizon Line
(09.07.2023)
High above the horizon line,
Towering over tiny towns;
Massive mountains wait patiently,
For their chance to become active…
Remaining dormant for so long,
High above the horizon line,
People who live in it’s shadow
Forgot about its power…
Little do they know, soon enough,
Its quiescent slumber will end;
High above the horizon line,
Their apocalypse shall begin…
On March 16th, 1980,
The mountain finally blew her top;
Causing a deadly spectacle,
High above the horizon line…
Word of the Day: Quiescent
Poetry Form: Quatern
Complacent Transformation
(09.08.2023)
How do I not do it?
I must attune to this mantra.
To ignore that which comes naturally,
And push my boundaries,
To discover new pathways
That I may come to follow…
For too long I’ve been complacent
In my day to day routine,
If I hope for transformation,
Then I must embrace the change
Without a hint of doubt or fear;
Then, my path, will become clear…
As I seek to become a better person,
I must be willing to improve;
Improve upon myself,
And my current situation.
Yet, if I am the one
Who must become better,
How do I teach myself
That which I do not know?
Only through my mistakes and experience,
May I reach a new level of enlightenment…
Word of the Day: Attune
Poetry Form: Nonce Poem
Riparian Town
(09.09.2023)
In this small riparian town,
Surrounded by flowing rivers and serene streams;
Lives a vibrant community, chasing their dreams.
To be
Truly
Happy,
Healthy,
And free.
No longer burdened by emotional extremes,
Brought on by society’s misanthropic schemes;
A new sense of purpose, they have found,
Just having less people around…
Word of the Day: Riparian
Poetry Form: Attic Ted Poem
Master Manipulators
(09.10.2023)
Beware of those with false intentions,
And people who try to lead you astray;
They care not for your passions or goals,
No, they only want things to go their way.
O! How they love to manipulate
Each situation they find themselves in,
Adapting to new deceptive skins;
Be them genteel, bold or malevolent.
Whatever will feed their needy soul,
They’ll do it with little hesitation;
There isn’t much that they won’t do, when
Their main focus is self preservation…
Word of the Day: Genteel
Poetry Form: Nonce (9s & 10s)
Convivial Cinquain
(09.11.2023)
Monday,
Brings a fresh start
To our weekly routines;
Shall we be convivial, or
Loathsome?…
Our own
Outlook on life,
Is a personal choice
That each one of us must decide
To take…
Each day
Above ground
Is truly a blessing,
And an opportunity for
New growth…
Word of the Day: Convivial
Poetry Form: Cinquain
Mans Best Friend
(09.12.2023)
Look at all these adorable
Puppies!
How cute and delightful they
Can be.
Waging their tails with joy, so
Winsome;
Tumbling over one another, focused on adventure
And fun!
It’s no wonder that dogs are mans
Best friend…
Word of the Day: Winsome
Poetry Form: Waltmarie
Curious Cryptids
(09.13.2023)
Throughout our vast history,
There have been tales of cryptids;
So shrouded in mystery,
The truth often gets twisted…
They make us so curious,
These rare, amorphous creatures;
Their details are spurious,
From origins to features…
Some see them as cynical,
And do their best to eschew;
They have reached a pinnacle,
Within the world of taboo…
Word of the Day: Amorphous
Poetry Form: Ae Freislighe
Eric’s Parents
(09.14.2023)
Eric’s parents are always
So supportive of his natural drive;
How he thrives on their praise…
Whenever he needs support,
He knows that he can count on them, to be
There to see him play sports…
They show up to every game,
And both extol him, from the audience;
Convinced of his acclaim…
With unending devotion,
No matter the outcome, there they will be;
If he loses or wins…
All they truly wish to see,
Is for him to follow his heart and dreams;
Or, at least, be happy…
Word of the Day: Extol
Poetry Form: Englyn Byr Cwca
Laconic Larry
(09.15.2023)
Laconic Larry,
His words are very
Concise;
Yet, they do carry
Hints of contrary
Advice.
No matter where he
Ends up, he’s merry
And nice…
Word of the Day: Laconic
Poetry Form: Lai
Natures Delight
(09.16.2023)
This resplendent landscape is so beautiful!
It’s rich, dazzling colors, inspire awe;
With mountains that are so irrefutable,
And wilderness that is so alive and raw.
With each new adventure into the unknown,
We discover new wonders that can be shown,
By embracing the call of natures delight;
Where our minds and bodies, with the world, unite…
Word of the Day: Resplendent
Poetry Form: Rispetto
The Happy Straggler
(09.17.2023)
We went to watch the marathon,
Late yesterday,
While looming clouds of grey
Hovered over
The heads of the competitors…
Most of the runners tried to keep
Pace with the pack.
But one, way in the back,
Had not a care;
She just enjoyed the exercise…
Slowly, the rain began falling
Down on their heads,
Yet they pushed on instead;
Except for one,
Who happily straggled behind…
They kept on running through the streets,
Men and women,
So focused and driven;
Between them, they
All had the same goal in their minds…
Striving to reach the finish line,
With all their might
They continued to fight;
Through aches and pains,
As the rains kept growing stronger…
One after another, they crossed
The finish line,
But one girl fell behind;
Distracted by
The beauty of the falling rain…
They found her playing in puddles,
Having such fun,
After the race was done;
With no desire
To ever cross their finish line…
Word of the Day: Straggle
Poetry Form: Kathy/Kelly Poem*
Foreign Strife
(09.18.2023)
O! The woes of a princess.
Life must be hard,
Looking down from your tower,
With such disregard
For the peasants below;
Who suffer under your thumb
As, your fears, they grow…
You live in such luxury,
A true sybarite;
Yet you’re always so distracted
By the latest plight,
That is happening in some foreign land,
It’s quite maddening…
Instead, You should be focused
On your own kingdom;
Building a community
Based on their wisdom.
Let them live their life
The way that they truly choose,
Free of foreign strife…
Word of the Day: Sybarite
Poetry Form: Sequidilla
Alluring Aromas
(09.19.2023)
Alluring aromas
Are my avocation,
Subduing the senses
With each whimsical waft
That enters the nostrils;
Crafting new concoctions
Out of oils and flowers,
Producing pungent smells
And floral fragrances…
Word of the Day: Avocation
Poetry Form: Alliteration in 6
The Stoic Approach
(09.20.2023)
Don’t mind us, as we titter away
Beneath our breath, as
You clamor for space.
Trying to derail
Our conversation,
And focus on problems
None of us can control,
Just to justify your
Wild conspiracies…
Maybe you should disconnect your phone,
Focus on yourself,
Not what’s going on
In some foreign land.
Come to understand
That you can’t fix the world,
But you can change the way
You react to problems
We all face each day…
Word of the Day: Titter
Poetry Form: Today’s Date (Meter)
Dear Comely One
(09.21.2023)
Dear comely one,
We will be together,
In love or in death.
When our memory fades,
And the beat beneath our chests
Grows slower;
May our flaws
Draw us closer…
We all crave community,
We all long for love;
We all seek the silence
That comes along with
Laying in the arms of
Someone that we trust.
Despite our past grievances,
We all deserve a chance
To improve our situation,
And find a new path.
For, each of us, only has
One life to live; and
Should, therefore, be given
The right to live it as they choose…
Word of the Day: Comely
Poetry Form: “In The Style of” NMH
Piteous Party
(09.22.2023)
Pay no attention to the piteous fool,
Ignorantly babbling on about
The latest conspiracy theory, and how
Enraged by it we all should be.
Overtly screaming obscenities at
Us, as though we are the
Source of their frustration; attempting to
Perpetuate fear, and
Anger in the back of our minds.
Rage is now swelling up behind my eyes, reminding me of
The parable; “Somewhere out there is some
Young disconnected fool, completely oblivious to
How afraid and angry they should be…
Word of the Day: Piteous
Poetry Form: Acrostic
Men With Guns
(09.23.2024)
Young Johnny was just 18
When he joined with the Marines,
And was sent to foreign lands;
With rifle in hand, so clean…
But, during his first mission,
Faced heavy opposition;
Took a bullet in his hand,
And ran out of ammunition…
Overwhelmed with such great pain,
He collapsed by a downed plane;
And soon found himself alone,
Within an unknown domain…
The night, it suddenly fell,
Like a whizzing mortar shell;
So he tried to rest his eyes,
As the skies burned red, like hell…
The next morning he awoke
To the smell of death and smoke;
An odor, so horrendous,
That it caused his throat to choke…
He wandered the countryside
Until he finally spied
A small drain pipe, by a ditch;
In which, for the night, he’d hide…
He woke to the sound of feet,
Marching above on the street,
And was in for a surprise;
As he did rise up to greet…
There before him stood 3 men,
With large knives and evil grins;
Then a rush over took his mind, as
His adrenaline kicked in…
The first to charge, he disarmed,
The next he cause greater harm;
The final one, he shot him
In the shin and in the arm…
Then one man got up again,
Still refusing to give in;
So Johnny picked up his knife,
And brought his life to an end…
Though he knew it was perforce,
He still felt such great remorse;
In his mind it was a sin,
And since then, he’s felt off course…
Now he just sits there and stares,
Traumatized by the affairs
Of brutality and death,
That still visit his nightmares…
O! The cruel horrors of war,
It’s actions, we should abhor;
But men will do things with guns,
That they have never done before…
Word of the Day: Perforce
Poetry Form: Englyn Cyrch
ADHD To The Extreme!
(09.24.2024)
Nervously, she chewed
On the end of her pencil,
As she’d done before;
Now, her test taking foible.
Trying to focus
On numbers and equations,
But keeps getting lost
In persuasive distractions.
Drawing small doodles
On the backs of her text books,
Or passing out notes
To her friends in the classroom;
Drumming with pencils
On top of her metal desk,
Her ADHD
Kicking in to the extreme!
If only she’d chill,
And take some time out to breathe,
She’d finish her test;
And then would be free to leave.
But, her attention,
Is too fixated upon
Every other thing;
Except her final exam…
Word of the Day: Foible
Poetry Form: 5’s and 7’s
Ode To Gonzo & Raoul Duke
(09.25.2024)
They came in search of the “American Dream”,
At the point where the wave crested;
Riding the arid sands of the desert
In the body of a great red shark.
Their true intention are unknown,
Even to themselves;
But, with the help of a briefcase
Fully loaded with drugs,
They would embrace fear and loathing
Within a city that never sleeps…
One of them a journalist,
The other, a lawyer;
Both were quite cogent
When they had their wits about them.
But, under the influence of
Various elicit substances,
Men may do things that
They never expected…
Despite all the doubt and difficulty,
Their achievements were still impressive;
And led them both down new paths in life,
In which they were quite successful.
So here’s to you, Gonzo and Raoul Duke,
For the legacies you left behind;
And the impact you had
On our society…
Word of the Day: Cogent
Poetry Form: Ode
Scorched Earth
(09.26.2024)
Fields burning bright
Like trees in autumn,
Scorched earth beneath feet,
Blackened by purifying fire and
Ruthless tactics;
Devised by desperate men,
Hapless, from consistently failing
To spread hatred and fear…
Fear and hatred
Spread to failing, consistently,
From hapless men;
Desperate by devised tactics and
Ruthless fire.
Purifying by blackened feet
Beneath earth scorched autumn trees,
Like bright burning fields…
Word of the Day: Hapless
Poetry Form: Palindrome
Beware The Williwaw
(09.27.2024)
When walking the coast,
Beware the williwaw,
Descending swiftly
From the mountains to the sea;
Causing heavy winds and rain…
It comes on quite strong,
As it suddenly appears,
Catching us off guard
When it rears it’s ugly head;
Ending our fun in the sun…
Word of the Day: Williwaw
Poetry Form: Waka
Complacency Blues
(09.28.2024)
There are so many paths, in life, to choose;
You must decide which one works best for you.
Only then may you begin to pursue
True happiness, according to your views.
Go be itinerant, embrace the cruise,
Or go out and get you a new tattoo;
Whatever you feel like you have to do
To get rid of those complacency blues…
Word of the Day: Itinerant
Poetry Form: Italian Octave
True Beauty Lies Within
(09.29.2024)
How does someone learn to live free?
In time, they’ll see…
What weathers time, absolutely?
True beauty…
How do we find our ambition?
It lies within…
When the journey first begins,
Some people will be obstinate.
But, once they finally submit,
In time they’ll see; true beauty, it lies within…
Word of the Day: Obstinate
Poetry Form: Ovillejo
Seeking Expiation
(09.30.2024)
They don’t mean the words they say,
Out of anger; in a state of panic,
All logic goes away…
Though they may try to explain
Their actions as simply, “a loss of will”,
It still causes us pain…
Then they seek expiation,
For their remorseful heart that is bleeding;
Leading to frustration…
It’s best to just walk away,
And hope that eventually, they truly
Seek forgiveness; one day…
Word of the Day: Expiation
Poetry Form: Englyn Byr Cwca
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