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Anais Vionet Sep 2020
Senryus about those
capricious creatures that rule
over our lives - our moms.

Studying. My phone
beeps, I look at it - mom says,
- "you've been texting!" Argh!

Mom: "Why is it - that
everything is on the floor?"
Me: thinking... "gravity?"

"SORRY!, how could I
know answering your question
would be talking back??"

My mom can hear me
mumble a mile away but
can't hear me yell "what"?
moms.. they can be lovely - or drive ya crazy - in 10 minute increments
Kanika Chugh Jun 2020
Brushes of Golden spark,
Igniting enigmatic eyes….
Bringing out the beauty inside out.

Often they say “you’re beautiful”,
Seldom they mean…
Invariably unfailingly they match beauty inside and out.

Capricious souls, always on lookout
Claiming to love roses with thorns…
Petrified with inside beauty if blown out.

Malignant steps attempting to curb the blaze
Demanding normality…
For they dread the glowing light shining out

It’s time to oppose the crowd
Leaving those hollow soothings unanswered…
Use that helpless wonder for the fears to break out.

As the sun sets to rest
Glorious reality checking in…
Take that burning desire to shine from inside and out.
Avery Glows Jun 2018
I've grown speechless,
secretive, deaf.
Running and hurling,
running and hurling
for what—?
There are only tides that beacon and retreat,
never one that lingers.
For how could love be blended
into such frivolous motion.
May 2018
(this written about a baker's half-dozen years ago)


this then stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to the mother at same age)
What with her willowy young woman body

brimming with budding potential
   for breath-taking beauty
enhanced by her quiet mien
expressing itself thru exemplary
   artistic and literary flair

if asked to draw a character sketch anime
   or wax poetic she would demure
modesty restrains her
   acknowledging creative talents

so I thought to compose an ode in praise
of this quiet-natured adolescent
   teetering on the brink of adulthood
(now a glowingly radiant young woman)

evolving positive qualities
   via submittable, the strength of said niece
whose ambitious parents (my youngest sister =
   the proud mama of Ansley),

   who embarked to Spain
late summer (many Earth Orbitz back in time
found them bound for the Iberian peninsula
this brother suppresses

   envy adventurous bold risk-taking
exposing offspring to world wide web
   of Europe fostering cultural awareness
   represents continuity for I remember

   this youngest sibling of mine
   as gently conniving plus possessing
   pluperfect  courage
to act on her je nais sais qua esprit de corps

as like an inner divining rod
   and faith in self-enabling
   an exemplary example
of motherhood constituting

both this and Marleigh
   (the second of deux whip-smart darlings)
with the world at their fingertips
   as hands-on learning
all the while insinuating courage
   to take life by the red bull by the horns!
nadine shane Jul 2018
you told me
love was a capricious thing
that could only hurt
those who beseech for more
than what they ought to have.

and then
i saw you in the arms
of another.
alas, the irony of it all.
Sharon Talbot Sep 2017
Like a slattern in a string bikini,                     
Stretch marks bared to the public,                                                            
So does July show her wares                                                              
If she is scorned.
                                               
Sprawling, ugly, no doubt in heat,                                                      
An old sow past her prime                 
Suffocates
All who pass her by.             
  
Any who see Demeter
In each summer day
Have not seen her dark side,
When men refuse to play.

She is full of hot wrath,
If unspent for weeks on end.
Or cold doldrums, when denied:
Raw, frigid mistress of grey.

Yet, in a good year, she might
Swing Sun’s brazen shield
High above, shedding welcome beams,
And let us bask in its bright rays.

July, you sometime traitor,
When we expect you to behave,
Spend promises of warm weather,
No doubt you demur on that alone.

We await your pleasure,
As brides gnaw manicured nails in
Helpless wonderment at your
Selfish woes.

Month of Caesar, choose one attitude or the other!
Either thirty-one days of rain-soaked sulking
Or, better, allow one of selfless, sun-baked joy…
This might even please poor you!
I was very hot and sick of the stickiness of July, which can also seem like March, at least in New England. She also reminded me of a woman who shall remain nameless...for now.
Tansy Roake Jul 2017
My mood is often changeable,

And frequently it troughs,

I worry that I’m capricious,

And that it ****** people off.


http://tansyroake.weebly.com/new-word-poems
maggie W May 2015
The infatuating smile you got
On this spring day.
Capricious like you, London.

I can't stop myself from
Stumbling back to you.

The things unsaid, the poems unread
A thin lipped man like you, full beard suits you the best.

Ah, the beard,dotted with white snow flakes
my hearts skips for this fickle spring day.
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