Poetry – Page 2

Cento Confusion

February 12, 2022February 13, 2022Chel Owens25 Comments

triumph Are sinew
winnings are much
Twisted is doubt
wait your head touch

blaming in keep
doubting and too
yourself all theirs
make you hurt you

tired on can
waiting for lies
master when lied
when talk don’t wise

build ’em you give
again you gone
hated you breathe
men make “Hold on”

about make friends
losing you spoken
knaves But good Earth
virtue their broken

If If If If
If If If If
If If If If
And If my son!

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I don’t think it makes much sense either. You can try it, for the Terrible Poetry Contest this week. You’re to craft a cento on the subject of compassion. …Mine has compassion in that I didn’t continue mixing up the rest of the words to Rudyard Kipling’s “If” into more stanzas…

A Choir Concert to Remember, Pantoum for the Terrible Poetry Contest

February 5, 2022February 6, 2022Chel Owens28 Comments

All I wanted was to sing
I didn’t know I’d be puking
For, songs are usu’lly not sick’ning
Unless you’re nervous and lock your legs

I didn’t know I’d be puking
From the back row, on an upswing
Unless you’re nervous and lock your legs
My peers were angry and dripping

From the back row, on an upswing
For, songs are usu’lly not sick’ning
My peers were angry and dripping
All I wanted was to sing

Yes, this happened. Fifth grade. I still don’t know if I was sick or simply locked my knees. At least I didn’t hit the audience.

*This was the least sickening gif I found…*

Pantoum is a fun form to try. Go on; write one up and submit it for this week’s Terrible Poetry Contest.

I’ve Found My Feet

January 22, 2022January 20, 2022Chel Owens54 Comments

I’ve found my feet
way down, below.
My life’s complete
with my big toe

And, pinky, too
…and all the rest –
the names of who(m)
I’ve only guessed.

The point, you see,
is they’re all there;
standing, waiting:
my feet, a pair.

-At least, I thought,
as in I sucked,
a glimpse I caught
past tummy, tucked.

A follow-up, just for Willow, of “I Cannot See My Feet No More.“

Me reading it!

To Be Readtinued

January 18, 2022Chel Owens36 Comments

The tow’r beside my bed, you see
is quite the work of art
attempting to break all the charts
for manmade apogees.

Someday, I will not search to find
When Madame Time is free
My bedside tow’r I’ll face fin’lly
Uncov’ring more, behind.

Written in response to Diana’s challenge regarding the ever-elusive To Be Read pile.

Foremost, Facts are Freeing -Three Things Challenge

January 14, 2022January 15, 2022Chel Owens18 Comments

Foremost, we see
The facts of birds, bees
Make some youth feel free.

Aftmost, we find
The parties, purblind
Say -sight was in hind.

That’s all I got, Madame Pensitivity. If you want to try her Three Things Challenge #844, click the link.

I held time today

December 10, 2021December 10, 2021Chel Owens29 Comments

I held time today.

It felt all sifty, like new-cast snow

yet
parts of it were not.

…Like clay.

-or gravy-

Yes! Time is gravy, I decided, as I rubbed its siftiness between my hands and tried to keep it

-grasp it-
-STOP IT!-

It both thickened and dissolved

leaving behind half-finished projects
…well-meant regrets.

I held time today, and wished for mashed potatoes.

Acrostic Poem: Boy Mom

November 28, 2021November 28, 2021Chel Owens28 Comments

Boisterous noise
Outside inside
Yobbish boys
Mess-made mayhem
Open toys
Male-scent mêlée
Mom of Boys

I’m getting better at Acrostic. Go ahead and try it, with my Anyone Can Poem challenge at Carrot Ranch!

Import Important, by JulesPaige

November 21, 2021November 21, 2021Chel Owens20 Comments

Import Important
(99 syllables, Double Ennead Ekphrastic Acrostic
of the split words of Import Important)

I employ the rake to
manage the fall leaves
piling them high at the curb for picking up
or some are for my trees
raked round their bases

tender protection for
inclement weather
might damage the roots that are near the surface
perhaps when snow piles high
over the back yard…

rest well with slow sap, my
trees that shed their leaves
and know that I look for budding health come spring
now though brace for winter;
time for dreamings’ nigh

***

If I too could sleep the winter through,
could I would I sleep thusly
under warm leaf quilts

Jules is a poetmaster, weaving words expertly whenever she wishes.

Playground Rules

November 17, 2021November 18, 2021Chel Owens20 Comments

The class all took the lesson of Hamilton too well;

For, Tom and Brucie vowed to meet -outside- after the bell.

Yet on the way past Foursquare, Sue and Pete each swung a limb;

Tommy had to knock them out before they knocked out him.

Then, at the place of meeting, Bruce deloped and hit the tree;

Tommy cried, “He meant to strike!” and punched him in the spleen.

……

While Sue and Pete and Brucie all sat in with the nurse;

The other kids were singing tales, each with a diff’rent verse.

Said Principal, “These playground fights are such a mixed-up mess.

“Our outside cam’ra’s blurry and the fighters won’t confess.”

All went home to fam’lies, and those fam’lies up and called:

Singing like the children, diff’rent verses one and all.

Friendship — Hobbo’s Poems

November 12, 2021November 13, 2021Chel Owens7 Comments

I always love a good Hobbo poem. If you’re not enjoying his works, head over there now!

Photo by George Pak on Pexels.com
Friendship
My imaginary friend
and I both parted, at the end
she never paid her round in bars
or took her turn at doing chores.
She put on airs and took the Mick
but what was really rather sick
and turned our friendship to a joke was when she […]
Friendship — Hobbo’s Poems