Nov 18 · 456
Haiku

slowly the fog creeps
in our township's sleeping streets
dense is its heavy shroud

Nov 18 · 591
Haiku

love's sating river
streams through adoration's heart
beautiful of theme

lullaby raindrops
softly fell on the tin roof
their pitter patter
sent one off to deep repose
hushed of speechless embrace

Nov 17 · 138
Ludicrous Carry On

it starts out being
a
single
persona
then it adds more entities
to
its
corona

it multiplies
score
on
score
the one persona contrives
more
than
a
few
more

at the writing forum
this anomaly takes place
a veritable production line
happens in its space

why does the single persona
keep
adding
on
there's sure to be a reason
for
its
ludicrous
carry
on

a dull grey cloth
slung over the blue sky's brightness
a dull grey cloth
so drab in its glum tinctures sloth  
hiding the day's mood to lightness
clouds dreary of unsightliness
a dull grey cloth

Nov 16 · 79
Right Picks

my rate of picking them
is now up to seventy percent
that sort of selecting
fills me with such content

six months ago I only
achieved a fifty five percent rate
but since then I've improved
my overall aggregate

if I keep tracking along
this incremental scale
by the early part of next year
I'll hit a hundred percent shale

so that my percentile
shall be better of clicks
I'm working very hard
on choosing the right picks

Nov 16 · 142
The Abyss of Envy

into the abyss of envy he
fell
it gobbled him down in its
well

the desire to be the class
act
tormented his resentment
tract

they of quills superb of
skill
outshone the poseur's paltry
till

he hankered for what they
held
yet alas his penning so bad in
meld

at espying their brilliance of
verse
the ground swallowed him up as a
purse

jealousy he'd never ever
subdue
of the green hue there'd be a lasting
due

Nov 15 · 303
Cross-dressing Kind

a
chap
at
a
poetry
site
asked
a
poetess
to
send
him
her
silk
panties
well
his
request
didn't
go
down
too
well
she
was
shocked
by
the
audaciousness
of
him
wanting
her
tail
coverings
the
thought
did
cross
her
mind
that
he
was
of
the
cross-dressing
kind

between the three queens
there's a big competition
to win the king's eye

I bet none of them
will garner his attention
it'll be the ring-in

on the sidelines
she's been very quietly sitting
watching the others

I'm generally right
in matters pertaining to
the royal court's ways

Nov 13 · 155
Rhyme (Monorhyme)

we who write in rhyme
all have a rhyming good time
it's because we rhyme
that we're happy all the time

our many lines of rhyme
speak in a manner so sublime
we'll only ever adopt rhyme
for it's truly a meter sublime

the regular beat of rhyme
is a shared paradigm
all praise we give to rhyme
so awesome a paradigm

day's open fold
reveals an orb of bright shining
day's open fold
arising attired in gold
emerging out of night's lining
to exhibit her sun's climbing
day's open fold

such charming colour every bloom
richly decorating the room
a Grecian vase held an array
spring's loveliest hues did display

the eye captured by flowers
profuse each ones gorgeous powers
of orange and white highlighting shay
with olive green leaf midst the lay

portraying an artistic glory
petals of impressionist's story
the painter scented beauty at play
applying the tones of May

such charming colour every bloom
on applying the tones of May

Nov 9 · 311
Desolate Mountain Door

in the mountains of Tennessee
a man yearns by night and day
he yearns for a woman
who is so far away

his yearning never abates
for her tender soft touch
he
waits and waits

within his core
the yearning for her is raw
every waking moment
it gnaws and gnaws

yearning for her body to be
pressed close to his heart
as its warmness of soul
endears in a loving art

he hopes one day
that the woman he so yearns for
will call upon his
desolate mountain door

the yearning
so
painful
of
loneliness
the yearning
is
filled
in
emptiness

Nov 7 · 177
Haiku

fresh and printed new
as the glistening morn dew
tis a lovely view

old and so well worn
as the near dead cobs of corn
tis a sight forlorn

Nov 7 · 125
Bail

identity theft struck
a perfectly innocent man
his picture and written works
were stolen off the Facebook site

theft is punishable
under American law
they who partake in activities
like this ...
can expect to wear
a penalty

one such person
was Robert Dale Leadbeater
all of his personal details  
were stripped away
by a criminal named
Evna Marylyn Jardis
who had a record
in committing this crime before ...

it took law agencies
a while to track down
the offender
but luckily for them
data was handed over
by Facebook's IT department

Evna is serving time
in an Arizona jail
and awaits an appeal
for bail

Nov 6 · 270
Wind (Pleiades Poem)

wildly she blows through the bush tree
whirling their branches all around
whoosh in the speed of her push
whipping leaves with a fast moving lash
wow what velocity she's showing us
whistling along as an express train
we're eyeing unfettered blusters to-day

birds of the same disposition
all gathering in a collective band
one feather is their rendition

they'll always be of this strand
never deviating at anytime
all gathering in a collective band

everyone of them an akin dime
minted by the exacting coin press
never deviating at anytime

they're keeping a single address
companions of an only kind  
minted by the exacting coin press

none are really hard to find
assembling neath a unified wing
companions of an only kind

can you hear the old adage sing
assembling neath a unified wing
birds of the same disposition
one feather is their rendition

Nov 5 · 88
Complicit

the owner operator
of the poetry
site
doesn't adhere to
his own guideline's
rite
it states that all members
must be
polite
yet he allowed slurs
from the Michigan
shite

one clearly recalls
what happened on that
day
a lowlife bloke used the term
whore in an offensive
way
whereupon the poetess who'd received
his nasty comment, left the site's
bay
she'd not be subject
to this derogatory
spray

no action taken against
the one in the
wrong
he still remains part
of the site's
throng  
an injustice within
the owner's weak
song
the smell of it is unforgettable
of reeking
pong

would seem that the trash talker (Coon)
does whatever he
likes
and the webmaster is complicit
in the words he
trikes

the queen presided on a stately throne
other comers wouldst not usurp her seat
they'd be promptly shown the horrible feat
ruthless was she in putting down their tone
the position held ne'er ceded away
her rein o'er lands perpetual of grasp
invaders not deposing the tight clasp
an eternal providence wouldst stay
fiercely guarding her territory for years
keeping the crown's banner flying steadfast
none taking an inheritance of birth
e'er staving off they who'd leave an arrears
the flag being hers on the firm lasting mast
defending borders with a regent's girth

Nov 3 · 525
Haiku

a sole butterfly
lightly pirouettes around
the floral garden

of an innate perception
the squawking hawk's morning cry
he felt rain within his veins
arriving by night

Oct 31 · 182
The Contractors

the contractors moved in
with a wrecking
ball
and of great destruction
they caused at our
mall
nothing was left standing
over it all did
fall
we were aghast on seeing
the results of the
squall

their services weren't
needed around our
lot
they smashed everything
like a wind's blasting
knot
the scene was reminiscent
of a terribly mangled
spot
they'd done so much
damage on our
plot

we've witnessed the harm
they've wrought
about
vandalizing our buildings
as would a felonious
lout
we'll not forget the badness
of the devastation's
clout
hard hitting was their mission
in demolishing our
grout

Oct 30 · 283
Confidence

more than a thousand
followers took to liking him
they tagged along with his
tarnished trim

the approach he used
to rope them all in
was heavy handed
of a bovver boy's spin

he accumulated them
by tactics not so nice
emailing messages which
were threatening of vice

but whence they'd
reciprocate in kind
the craven one showed
a cowardly behind

this piece is based
on factual evidence
and of its content
the writer has confidence

Oct 29 · 227
Manager's Lute

one can feel
a slight undercurrent
inside the institute
one senses it
in a degree
most acute

on the surface
all appears to be
sailing quite well
but there's somewhat
of an uneven
swell

one can detect
what's occurring
at the place
and usually one
is right onto
its trace

in a while
the one responsible
for unsettling the institute
will be given
an order to pack up
the manager's lute

thunder volleys
roll across the evening's sky
thunder volleys
drumming like the wheels of trolleys
a crescendo so loud in ply
as the grumbling noise trundles by
thunder volleys

Oct 28 · 226
Applause And More

his goal of shooing
well mannered poets away
went on consistently
both by night and day

he wanted the entire
stage to himself
a personal aim
of a profiteering pelf

greedy for all the
spotlight's adoring
taking from those who
naturally owned the storing

they were his nemesis
on the road to glory
each one of them an impediment
of his mind's story

wiser heads looked
on at the narcissist
seeing his attention seeking
as a miserly twist

he'd not admit to being
an egotistical bore
who'd ever be desirous
of applause and more

and still he hounds the
gifted in the community
with a character
of self absorbed impunity

only he could be the
solo star in the show
where other picks can't
obtain a minor bit of glow

Oct 28 · 398
The Folly

the folly of chasing
an impossible dream
drained the fellow's
limited money stream

invoices stacked high
in a towering pile
the paying killing
his lopsided smile

a snow queen sending
unending requests for powder snuff
an addiction dependent
on the cash cow's stuff

the ledger outgoings
to the province of York
extracted more than a few
rashers of prime pork

in time they'd wipe out
every shilling he had
which was an expense
of a destiny so sad

there he sat grappling
with the long years of loss
all fanciful ideas
smothered by moss

Oct 27 · 435
Assortment of Weather

we've had an assortment of
weather
four seasons converging
together
whence I awoke there
was a coolish
nip
with associated cloud
like winter's
grip
by noon I dressed
in a light
blouse
for the air felt similar
to a summer
rouse
late eve bought
an autumn
feel
south east winds
blew upon my worn
keel
as night approaches
the true spring
lilt
is dancing around
my trunk's
silt

will be interesting to see
what's on tomorrow's
isotherms
as the climes vary in their
statement of
terms

Oct 26 · 129
Off Putting Effect

why do some writers
use more than one name
are they a party to the
who is who game
they belong in the alias
hall of shame

at a particular location
some writers have made
it their main vocation
to turn up with a ten
fold nomination

we know who they are
and none of them
will receive a gold star
they've proven to be
well below one par

some writers like
wearing sixty odd hats
working out Jess from Tess
drives us all bats
how many head-coverings
can fit on these tats

the multiplier effect
we'll ever reject
you and I will store it in
the cupboard of neglect
it's of a most
off putting effect

Oct 26 · 205
Fats Domino

the piano keys
will be rocking
in heaven
to-day
rhythm and blues
being played the
Fats Domino
way

quite the session of music
booming out from the
amplifier
a catalogue of tunes
charming the aficionado
admirer

"I'm Walking To New Orleans"
a song of
emotion
delivered by a soul
with such
devotion

a welcoming on
high
his mortal coil spiriting
up to the good Lord's
sky
a crying and a
wailing
of his heartbroken fans
as "Blueberry Hill" echoes to a
tailing

Acknowledgements to the late Fats Domino.
Oct 25 · 189
Totaling (Haiku)

he bade a farewell
to the structure he'd built up
evil wouldst not go

their shadows very dark
infiltrated every nook
they'd undone it all

writers exiting
the foundations collapsed
twas a totaling

Oct 24 · 140
Translator's Glance

you'll sense much friction
whence the ladies come into contact
they'll show an outer courtesy
toward each other
yet be privately thinking
I'm not fond of her

there's no love lost
no not at all
between them there's
a thorny wall

the forced pleasantries
are a dead give away
it's not hard for an interpreter
to see through the display

you'll wonder
who or what?
lies in the middle
of their stance
which doesn't fail
to catch the translator's
glance

Oct 23 · 209
Well Sharpened Rod

she's not averse
to plunging
the dagger
implement
it's become
her most favored
piece of
equipment

deeply penetrating
the flesh of the back
always employing this form
of unguarded attack

her relish
for keen steel
out of control
ever she's
wanting to pierce
a hole

jab after jab
prod after prod
lunging with the
well sharpened rod

gorgeous sparkling pinholes
bejewel the night sky's cape
millions of stunning sequins
glistening diamonds

Oct 23 · 83
Tantrum Setter

the server seems not
of a serving attitude
for almost twenty hours
it's been in a bad latitude

why does the server
keep mucking us around
its ongoing behavior
is so seriously profound

we're at our wits end
putting up with it
constantly being down
we've had enough of it

servers must serve
a purpose well
instead of giving us
service hell

we await the server's
change for the better
of late its been acting
like a tantrum setter

Oct 23 · 90
MAKEOVERS

THE BEST TELEVISION PROGRAM
THAT I'VE EVER SEEN
JUST HAPPENS TO BE
SHOWING ON MY SCREEN

I HEREBY TENDER AN OVERVIEW
OF WHAT THE PARTICIPANTS DO
THEY RENOVATE HOUSES THAT
HAVE BEEN LEFT TO ROT IN MILDEW

RENEWING OLD FLOORS WITH
LOVELY HARD WOOD
AND THEY GIVE IT A COAT
OF SHINNY LACQUER TO LOOK GOOD

BATHROOMS ARE REFITTED OUT
IN TILES AND GRANITE TOPS
THESE KINDS OF IMPROVEMENTS
CAN ENLIVEN THE SAD SOPS

YARDS GET CLEARED OF ANY
WEEDS AND OVERHANGING BRANCHES
WHICH CERTAINLY LIFTS THE DEMEANOR
ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RANCHES

I ALWAYS MAKE SURE THAT THE TELLY
IS ON BY 8:30 PM SHARP
TO WATCH THE MAKEOVERS
REDEEMING HARP

Oct 23 · 72
Error 500

error 500 has again
reared its head
where all postings
were stopped dead

error 500 is the bane
of poets who want to write
flying its most annoying
notification kite

error 500 ain't
a fine anecdote
oft presenting
the dreaded note

Oct 21 · 110
Resources

hungry for the tons of resources
that lay beneath the
ground
hungry for them and looking
to find what else can be
found

the hunger is never ending
we're consuming more and more
the hunger doesn't abate
as if there's a colossus galore

the world's population
exhausting the
endowment
the world's population
eating every crumb of
nutriment

yet the day will arrive
when our precious resources
aren't readily at hand
they'll be depleted in supply
running down to a level  
that won't service demand

too hungry the population
too hungry the  population

reviewing memories of the ago
a log containing a spectrum's hues
times where light recalls stayed
so too the dark passages
the mind ambling of step
finding a happy tone
the black storm's cloud
betwixt them
colour
norms
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a
life-long
photo shop
exhibiting
the glass reflections
of prior complexions
roads gleeful and sorrowing
all in a chronicle's gallery
looking far behind to ruminate
on the range of shades held in the eye

A poem inspired, by my good friend and fellow poet Richard Allen Beevor.
Oct 19 · 112
Predator Plan

he used other human capital
to achieve his own ends
what kind of person would
be involved with these lends

beneath his exterior
a brain-washer lay
exploiting everyone else
to bring him handsome pay

credit in his dodgy account
came at a considerable fee
abusing and misusing
Bob and Mary's kindly spree

they had no understanding
of his predator plan
working them over so he'd
be the number one man

Oct 19 · 198
Haiku

on the brick plant stand
a frill-necked lizard props
to bask in the sun

M-Marching together they of exclusive club
O-On this matter one has the definitive rub
N-No other individuals permitted in their hub
O-Only they who are mentioned on its stub
P-Plebs of little importance left out of the tub
O-One unto themselves not a welcoming pub
L-Long they've operated under the private nub
Y-Ye controlling all who present at their sub

Oct 18 · 542
Clocks

from birth we're allotted
a given time
wherein our lives tick
to the clock's chime

some shall stop curtly
short of their days
whilst others carry on
till the elderly frays

time is our prevailing
regulator
of us it's the foremost
dictator

hands of a clock
circling around and by
oh how the hours
do unceasingly fly

waste not a second
of precious existence
ever keep stride with
all of your persistence

at anytime our clocks
can deem an end
and of us they'll so
effectively suspend

Poets will proffer a word creation
Pictures on the page of mankind  
Pouring forth imagination
Past greats all of literary rind

Over centuries till to-day
Our world reading from quills divine
Of the art in a mind's thought clay
Opus after opus gold to mine

Verse of romance lovers embrace
Verily spring's bloom tis beautiful
Victory won on the battle-front's face
Vying for lands e'er plentiful

Every composition a story
Each wordsmith of singular hand
Etching a mark throughout history
Ergo the masterpiece so grand

Trolaan

Trolaan, created by Valerie Peterson Brown, is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. Each quatrain begins with the same letter. The rhyme scheme is abab.

Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second each line beginning with that letter.

On the third stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza and write the third each line beginning with that letter.

On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth each line beginning with that letter.
Oct 18 · 75
Conned (Shanzi)

unaware folks
tasted the liar's spiel

on misguided trail
lost in a cheat

the spin doctor
bore no honesty
disciples conned

Oct 17 · 132
The Self Promoting Team

the self promoting team
assured the servile
that they were the best
ever profile

but on the buyers being
taken in by their promotion
they discovered a falsified
promotion

the regulators heard
of the self promoter's ticket
and they weren't happy
about the deceptive wicket

they enacted a bill of law
to even up the score
by sending over zealous
self  promoters well off shore

should a promotion
sound too good to be true
there's every possibility
you've cottoned onto the clue

Oct 17 · 174
Grotty Shroud

we cannot condone those
who trash a writing zone
they waltz in and litter the abode
as if it's theirs alone
well excuse us for not liking
the bad state of our cone
before they turned up everything
had a tidiness in tone

the rubbish has no sense
of where it should hang out
it just delights in strewing
its self liberally about
we're all wishing that it'll
be on the way out
cause none of us are
fussed at its piling tout

our environment is under
a waste cloud
may we soon see a lifting
of its grotty shroud

poet Nat
took great exception
to writers
who started poems
with the personal pronoun
I

I was of the belief
that the word I
explained
where the I person
was coming from

given that I is telling
of I's experiences
it's quite legitimate
to use any I

I think poet Nat
hasn't looked into I enough
as his critique
of I has been rather tough

I happen to like
a poem beginning in I...
and at my earliest opportunity
I'll give I a try

Oct 16 · 229
Blushes (Dodoitsu)

vivid blushes of cerise
painted the morn's waking dawn
they served as a portent
to the coming rains

Oct 15 · 327
A Mixed Bag (Rondelet)

a mixed bag
is the odd weather for to-day
a mixed bag
the fast wind whirling its south swag
in minutes changing to calm sway
quite the spectacle on display  
a mixed bag

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