Poems for years 4 and 5 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course). |
The Mirror Speaks My father said I was a reflective personality and it’s true that I deal in reversed images, painting portraits for my patrons, personally persuasive of their particular pulchritudes, yet secretly negative in my ultimate purpose and truthful in matters both light and dark, at times to my own detriment and danger, the legendary seven years my sole defence ‘gainst disappointed delusion and disgust in those who ask for news they do not want. It’s a living in the end, at times a pantomime of mirth, at others a matter of tragic insight, a constant narrative of sight and seem, a fable fast forgotten. Line count: 14 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 17 2023 Prompt: Mirror. |
Uplifting Elevator, escalator, go on up, social climber, not a rhymer, on the rise, morning coffee, oh so softly, lifting cup, cherry picker, nothing quicker, to the skies, sleepy breaker, now a waker, take a sup, highly thought of, never bought off, opened eyes, helicopter, ornithopter, vertical, that will take off, surely make off, hear my call, jet air liner, silver shiner, flies the heights, stair ascending, upward trending, one more flight, inspiration, divination, kite insight. Line count: 11 Form: Eleventh Power For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 16 2023 Prompt: Eleventh Power Poetry Form (invented by Christina Jussaume) The form consists of: • 11 lines • 11 syllables in each line • rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c-d-d-d • must be written about an uplifting subject. Note: The eleven syllables force an unusual meter in this one. Essentially, it's a chant, requiring change of pace within each line, thus: 1234-5678-9-10-11. |
Pumpkin This November, party pumpkin, missed October, silly chumpkin, kept on growing in the patch, slept beneath the leafy thatch, dozed unnoticed through All Hallows, woke when all the fields were fallow. Now the gourd repents at leisure, no one needs his golden treasure, wasted all his autumn girth, spent forever his season’s mirth, now a tear drops from his eye, does no one fancy pumpkin pie? Line count: 12 Rhyming couplets For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 14 2023 Prompt: Pumpkin. |
Oh Yeah, Peace, Man Oh, love that bomb and its obliteration, celebrate the curse of abomination, anaesthetise with our extermination, let amnesia be your instigation. You can march or even shout aloud, a single protest or in a crowd, opinionate and deregulate, drift off to sleep in some drug you ate. But you can’t unlearn what now you know, the mind has you forever in tow, our course is set, direction chosen, our sentence clear, in stone letters frozen. Line count: 12 Rhymed. Oh, and the syllable count is interesting. It has meter after all. For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 15 2023 Prompt: A colourful peace sign. |