The laborious art of sealing the deal
~ Complexity's layers successively pealed
The title of First Lady is no more than a reflected fame,
resting to such laurel falls outside her choosing frame.
Devotion and diligence having delineated her career trace,
faith and fidelity having paved decades of her footpace,
Senator, Secretary of State successively went to her name.
For her, still to surmount the first female POTUS place,
the hardest ceiling to break, the tallest order to tame.
But when she played fair, her opponents got the opposite case.
Foreign clout's long arm sneaked in,
domestic clown's long gown strutted out,
sweeping full view were snickering coyotes, their fangs churning,
who'd be here to heed my whimper and share my yearning?
As her lifetime endeavor came not to entelechy, but to stall,
how could her advocates stay away from wormwood and gall?
Next to impossible
Is counting the stars above;
Just like the countless words
Told and written about love.
Watch the white lines
In the middle of the road;
Yes, they are passing by
Like unlimited text load.
The elegant electric posts
Standing by the roadside;
With millions of lights
Shining at night with pride.
The waves in the ocean,
Rolling by successively,
You cannot interrupt them,
Like the wind over the sea.
Medical centers and hospitals
May stop the painful cry;
Yes, they're somehow helpful
But even doctors do die.
Riches and wisdom abound,
Technology is incredible;
Escaping the cessation of breath
Is next to impossible.
Her diminished and shading features
As if shrouded within a cocoon or now masked
Graduations of colour that death was successively imposing on her motionless features
Dimming her bouquet of red flowers that seem to float away from her
Her diminished and
shading features
As if shrouded
within a cocoon or
now masked
Graduations of
colour that death
was successively
imposing on her
motionless features
Dimming her bouquet
of red flowers that
seem to float away
from her
An imaginative world is what your storytelling formed.
I was just three years old when you begin my learning.
Innateness developed and a destiny manifested;
although mom, you stated you were not highly intelligent.
Oh, your whims and your ahs excited a child.
Carrie you put the sparkles in her eyes.
Growing older, we moved from Briesch Street.
You and your six siblings established in New Edition.
You would ask me for my guidance.
You informed me of the world outside.
Ah, you were the best and your children were possessive.
Carrie your caprices and your outcomes guided, thus far, successively.
As a single mother, you were more than that.
You were father, brother, and sister to all of us.
Your oldest son and daughter demised prior to you.
You have went home also.
See, you are eternity and rapture to come.
Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton, may your will be done.
“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen
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Her diminished and shading features
As if shrouded within a cocoon or now masked
Graduations of colour that death was successively imposing on her motionless features
Dimming her bouquet of red flowers that seem to float away from her
A poem can be a lot of things
With many different styles
Some are just a verse or two
While others go on for miles
First of all, we have the Rhyme
The one that I know best
I'm still pretty new to this
So, I'm still learning the rest
Then, we have the Free Verse
I'm not sure I understand
I know I love to read it tho
And it's always in demand
Then, we have the Couplet
Two lines successively rhyme
Now, this one I can do
I used to do it all the time
And now, we have Haiku
Adopted from the Japanese
This one would give me trouble
While others can write it with ease
Of course, there's the Quatrain
It's two rhyming couplets, you see
And the example I've seen given
Was written aa and bb
And then, we have the Limerick
It's designed to make us smile
I haven't written too many
But I will, after a while
These are just a few of the styles
That make up our little group
And that's what makes it special
Here at Poetry Soup
Luminescence reigns down on me
Trajectories will hit and miss
What lies within the vast abyss
The stars that form our galaxy
Amazing from their birth to death
Such brilliant sights can take your breath
Cosmic debris just floating free
Apophis, a collision course
An asteroid feels no remorse
Torino scale, the chance will be
Predictions aren't always right
Ponder what's in the Hubble's sight
Astronomers just wait to see
Then warn us of impending fate
Perhaps then it will be too late
The Constanza, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas.
Each
line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read
successively as an
independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The
first lines
convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza
rhyme together.
Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f.........etc.
Someone (a small Pig)
Laughter and songs in a house -
The cat celebrates the birthday.
He plays on a piano,
A cock dances with the turkey,
A goat with a pig.
Her small son sits at a table
And greedy, eats all successively.
The guests sang, the guests danced,
And then suddenly
Were surprised very much:
They have seen at the table
Someone very strange sits:
His ears - in soup,
The cheeks - in porridge,
A mouth and a chin -
In (a) mashed potatoes
The hoofs - in sour cream.
He goes to a door,
And he grunts:
"I already have eaten,
I go away! "
I once thought I could make it home
Since I laid rope to walk upon.
It rose up high and took my life
And ripped my bowels like a knife.
The groping talons cut my throat
And threw my heart into a boat.
With nothing left but scattered seeds
Each bloodied leg fell in the weeds.
The gaping wound held ragged shape
Rich layered canvas formed a cape.
Thick fluids spread upon my face
Successively close breathing space.
Each tentacle lay down the brush
All sails lay down to end my rush.
I saw a light and I could climb
They led and sang our monster rhyme.