MOTIFS
overlaid
&tangible
in conscious
manifestation
a
significant
vitality
so abundant
in
bizarre
variety
silent
gestures
refined
&appended
seemingly
infinite allusions
suspended
features
resembling
the
ostentatious
in exaggeration
of
transformed
similarity
contemporary
notions
overshadowed
with
flirtatious
motivations
of
extravagant
luxury
in
symbolic interpretation
indications
stretched out
in
ceremony
of festive emblems
assuminging
a
normative a
emphasis
&imitating
illuminating
with an
intensive & coherent
brightness
expressed
by contemplation
of
the
oddly ambiguous
Nawaz Shareef.
Shabaz Shareef.
Hamza Shareef.
Kanga Shareef.
Surma Shareef.
Omar Shareef.
Babra Shareef.
Baglol Shareef.
Couplet
Khan tum kitnay shareef maaro gay??
Har ghar say shareef niklay ga!!!
Life as a poet was never my chosen profession or vocation
Nor do I aspire to wear a crown in ceremonial coronation
but I am grateful for comments with sincere appreciation
My capricious muse and I conferred, and after deliberation
we offer you a list of poetry resolutions, with the stipulation
that we dubiously hope to keep in this whimsical declaration
1. I will diligently try to pen new forms, without frustration
2. Write with positive karma, avoiding negative confrontation
3. Create more imaginative poems with ambiance and elation
4. Laugh at those who try to malign me with childish vexation
5. My muse made me promise to engage in harmless flirtation
*List appended with a clause stating: 'exaggerated expectation'
December 9th, 2021
Five New year's Resolutions Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
A Passing Prayer
Unneeded invites for Thanksgiving Day,
Drafts packed table orbs family buffet,
All arranged for this harmonious time,
Relations grace this exalted pastime.
Year after year, the newborns multiply,
Added tables, chairs, and appended rooms,
Through Heaven's wings, beloved souls now fly,
Shifts to calm talks, those gone and baby booms.
Unique for me, banqueting my household,
My siblings too, host their own family,
Further apart, we feast separately,
Heir's hearts warm of those passed, tears swell unfold.
My children phones, traditions express joy,
The Home food tray cools, o'er my corduroy.
2019 November 12
*3rd Place*
Thanksgiving Memory
~~Regina McIntosh
Hello my words...here we are again meeting on another white page
I know I’ve failed you before...I’ve appended you for too long
But felt that I have to go through my own battle and get my soul out of that freaking cage
Felt that I have to go back and rebuild myself and get strong
I’ve went through a lot of recovery....through a lot of healing
You remember the wounds I once told you about ...that marked my soul so well
And you know that hurt and sadness are a very horrible mix of feelings
So I had to fix my soul so hardly and send my freaking demons back to rot in hell
Your my only weapon...your my only companion
Your the only thing that keeps me hanging
Sunny aspirations were not meant to be
As cloudy days appended the rainy nights
And mornings arose with darkened skies
Leaving her behind, in shattered dreams
Still she walked, in your abandoned path
Hoping one day you would turn around
But you kept advancing, defying her call
Searching for meaning you never found
Though she was light, you ambled dark
Ignoring the blue sky when it was dawn
Burning in hot sand tricked by a mirage
Skipping the pond, where lives the swan
Markers of love got washed away soon
Life you chiseled still burns the wound
Footprints of desire that stayed frozen
Melted away with the changing season
Now being aged, you detest loneliness
But memories too have fled your name
July 19, 2018
Placed 4th in best free verse contest by John Hamilton
Placed first in late October 2018 contest by Brian Strand
STOP POLLUTING
A
KYRIELLE HYMN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heed climate warming it's for real!
Not all life can adapt,
symbiotic pairs will, yes keel,
sadly becoming fact!
Stop polluting, recycle, please!
Time is running out we must act,
help nature right our wrongs!
Simple things like recycle that,
sweet smelling or it pongs
Stop polluting, recycle, please!
Mother nature still begging help.
Seasons fickle, forlorn.
Yes, she can see us suffer, yelp!
Begging is not her norm.
Stop polluting, recycle, please!
~~~~~~~~~~~
NB The only thing it has in common with Kyrielle is the refrain.
Kyrielle Hymn
Type: Structure, Metrical Requirement, Repetitive Requirement, Rhyme Scheme Requirement, Stanzaic
Description: A hymnal stanza with appended one line iambic tetrameter refrain.
Origin: American
Schematic: ababR cdcdR, etc.
Rhythm:
xX xX xX xX
xX xX xX
xX xX xX xX
xX xX xX
xX xX xX xX
Rhythm/Stanza Length: 5
Pasted from: Poets Collective:
http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/tag/iambic-tetrameter/page/2/
I wonder why
we fight
among us
with delusion
of grandeur!
God is an
Octopus,
a formidable
ramified power.
Buddhism
Christianity
Hinduism
Islam
Judaism
Sikhism
Taoism
and
Zoroastrianism
are His
long appended
arms
with which
He controls
our life on the
earth.
Why should we
fight!
A sprawling sun it's anchor plucks
Drifting anchorless, below the horizon ducks
A canopic relic storing spent day in timeless trust
Well-timed descent bearing the residual thrust
Borne with gilded shades of chardonnay shadowing Helios's lust
A lustful pinwheel of spent angel dust
On flaming angelic wings his smoldering ember doth swagger and sway
Swaying, burnished folds swiveling in neon crust
Swiveled caricature of fleeting, ruddy bust
Smoldering, fleeting climax appended to day's heated fray
Abridging shadows of gray pall the libidinous display
Displaying the deviant beams from Selene's hideaway
Selene casts a melancholy disk her tides to foam
Brokered tidings from Helios's now distant dome
Considering me a talented, aspiring shill
My muse loaned me a feathery quill
Brokering her wisdom, leasing her skill
With embroidered frills each barb with beauty did distill
Lithographer's vision, a graceful dividend to reveal
Depreciating vane my artistic license to bill
Hollow shaft gilded so her availing light can the vacuum fill
Inky reservoir with inspiration did instill
A deep well with literary devices did rill
Ideas streaming from strained cavity to the mind's tip with zeal
Burnished hues, sharp tones aesthetic notions to congeal
A precision valve appended vagaries to swill
An automated inkblot defibrillating patterns to spill
ladder of folly
human hubris appended
divine will rended
Sparkling black eyes aglow with love's ember
Appending lashes; swabbed cinders caressing
Sleek dark hair rippling waves of splendor
Blue, silk ribbon her coiffed crown dressing
Ashen, pale face from decorous rim recessing
Elegant, powdered neck; regal grace extended
Carefully preened bosom; each, fertile fold cresting
Slender, undulating hips; each, sensuous move portended
Gilded ring with her noble birth appended
Silver monogrammed bracelet; familial license her style to sanction
Ornamental brooch, sentimental heirloom; fealty commended
Bridled love flowing freely with matrilineal unction
Mother's vicarious virtue strained into the vial of innocence
Blighting charm causing each froward step to be made with reticence
Wreath wrapped around the door of my heart
Hearth's door both symbol and integral part
Part of the pageantry and beacon of my hospitality
Material canvas eroding with time; modest beacon bequeathing my liberality
Time capsule which transports festive memories to my merry mind
Festive timber melded and then artfully twined
Mirth and praise twined in harmonious refrain
Earthy refrain with delicate stitch and modest, pulpy strain
Modest harbinger of good will to all who it's crest ascend
Good will garnish that I with tidings of joy append
Garnish gratuitously crafted, residual hope to send
Hope that will past heartaches and trials rescind
Signpost serenading Christmas past, while celebrating the decorum of Christmas present
Shrouding wreath, with future Christmas dreams resonant
44FabelsofCharlaX
this poem is on my website with this appended
Ecclesiastes 9:11 (New International Version)
11 I have seen something else under the sun:
The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor does food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happen to them all.
A fitting ending to this CharlaXFabel.
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