Out Of Play Poems - Poems about Out Of Play

On this majestic month of May, The clouds have conspired with the sun in a mist of golden gray, Like a toxic forbidden love that fights to stay, Wishing to birth magic yet creating an agonizing flurry...Read the rest...

There are always a few Troublesome “tickl-ings “ Daringly darting In somnambulant slumber Shape shifting shadows Mocking the moonlight Creeping through the crevasses Of literary limitation Weeping with the whispering words Subtlety suppressed by silence Like mice they meander the mind Seeking sustenance and satiation Borrowed brown...Read the rest...

ABSTRACT POETICS  stored   images conscious   of gaps   of rhetoric &  inspiration of instinctive clichéd speech inner  explanation  is  evoked  resembles &appeals to  to the ear & then  to mould at a later stage...Read the rest...

REALITY REVEALED * dilemma  of   integrity sensuality   conflicts with curbed desire irony in  self-effacement ephemeral & by chance  emotional & dramatic   objective an    influence in academic notion of the   unnoticed  omnipresent to interpret the unconscious with   exhilarated       experience where architectonic energies of indeterminate  shapes of optical  multiplicity enveloped the    transparent  quickening in the eyes counterpoised & more endurable the urge & the perception  of self the   desire to find satisfaction    in    organic beauty  a bestowal of happiness in  absurdities   embodying unruly chaos  in the appearance   by accident  rather    than design translated into  manner    & style always  inexpressible  an attempt to understand  the  austere distortion of  an objective consideration  &in particular embodying space promote  a desire &tendency of   separation...Read the rest...

ABSTRACT DREAM An abstracted blur in flashbacks of yesteryear caught   in a daydream illusions symbols   of childhood coloured filled swathes of painterly hues A  private fantasy in slow motion suspended   in space OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive cadence permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond...Read the rest...

IMAGININGS * a mischievous  appearance  & disconcerting expressions   undress the night  unconscious smiles  for    every dream in   uprooted shadows the day  does not sleep  in great  weariness where we lock ourselves hidden   softly in its virtues upon in a field  of reflections a  hand   to caresse & playful eyes to share    their clarity lids cast down trace  temptations lost in  the dull     shadowed skies of leisure whede innocence facez    crippled torment in    laughter wrinkles OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive cadence permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment' ...Read the rest...

Pleasingly plump Appealing appellation? Por favor, senor ~ Propose its purgation ...Read the rest...

Aye 'ee is fierce and hale. Four mile to work,across the vale; No slommakin' slattern 'ee, Okkard as an itching flea. Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard, Garmed with mud,as thick as lard, Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope, On is own,allus...Read the rest...

If only you knew … would that make two of us ...Read the rest...

Ah be come, dearest ever faithful; genuine, honest, in joyous kinship; love makes not only paradise quicken; rest safe together under virtue's wings; X's* your Zion ...Read the rest...

. . . . .God's poiemA *- created foR works of arT in poems and pictureS. . . ....Read the rest...

An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover I will firstly frankly forwardly forthrightly fastidiously befriend you. Then I will completely correctly courteously candidly chastely court you. Then whencesoever I have wonderfully wackily warmly wooingly won wed you, I’ll be free...Read the rest...

portmanteau most fowl conceived of a twisted mind— turducken madness...Read the rest...

Heavens make dew Poor folks make do Scooby’s name is -doo Winnie's is Poo ...Read the rest...

For those who read right to left ‘tennis’ backward is ‘sinnet’ ‘Cos that’s the way we play the game we...Read the rest...