FRAGMENTS OF POETRY'S POEMS AND SCORES #3

Lap 19 - Round 12 - 7 Lines

Every so often
He waddles through my mind
But an expert in choice
He chooses not to play a part

Perhaps, a complete coward
who hides and seeks comfort
on his smelly mother's loins

Lap 19 - round 13 - magic

I often thought that the moon
was an illusionist, the way she turns coats
while her small neighbours always
wear the same ragged sleeping gown

Sometimes she makes me believe
that a part of her has caved in
due to a heart attack by the sun,
for he only meets her at the verge
of water and air

but today I know
that it's only her nightcap
that's sunken over her eyelids

which makes me realise
there is no magic in the moon,
no elysian gates open
when she and her lover meet,
no cryptic creatures rise
from the clouds that lull her
to sleep

merely insomniacs
and other fools appear
in her presence

Lap 20 - Round 1 - Grandmothers

It is not unusual to see
Mr Burke strolling to nine mass,
and hear the soft clip clap as his walking stick
kissed the weed-permeated path.

He had so many stories to tell that
he didnt care for them anymore.

He seemed happiest when accompanied
by an energetic five-year-old, bouncing
in time with his Grandad.

I was suprised how sorry I was
when he passed. At the funeral
the priest told stories about his achievements.

The only thing I remember, and I think
the only thing Mr. Burke would count
was when the priest called him 'a true grandpa.'

Lap 20 - Round 2. 17 syllables

plumed folds of bliss
Of carnal flavors,
heaven at first taste

..are your lips.

Lap 20 - round 3 - aabba

A man came wistling down the street today
fishing in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes to display
He walked so slow, he must have forgotten what he was doing
so I presented him a lighter that surely got him viewing
and off he ran: the image of a clock flashing by in disarray

Lap 20 - Round 4 - Free

Keep me where I stand, dear,
For I need for you now to know,
I can no longer carry you forth,
Theres nowhere I can go.

Shadows fall upon me, dear,
And time about me fades,
But you will never fear the dark,
Your heart will smile in shade.

Remember me and cherish, love,
Each succulent morning sun,
And keep me in your heart forever,
Where we are forever young.

Lap 20 - Round 5 - Include the word "squirrel"

There are times
I wish for a pair of wings
Perhaps then, I could hop and skip
Like a squirrel
Trying to get a nut
Atop an almond tree

Lap 20 - round 6 - wild card

Seventeen ships
sail towards my life:
pirates steal
my teddybears
and cage them
in burning cake.

Happy Birthday

Lap 20 - Round 7 - Insect

If I were born in a different place
I might belive in reincarnation.
And if I believed in reincarnation
I would die and become and insect.
And if I died and became and insect
I could be trodden on my a person.
And if I were trodden upon by a person
that person would have committed a sin.

If that person was born in a certain place
that person could be going to hell.

But I believe in reincarnation.
I will become a new insect, more improved,
and maybe not get trodden upon this time.

Lap 20 - Round 8 - Acrostic

Rosy cheeks in bloom
over the rainbow, pledging
sweet, sweet ambrosia:
engulfing the day with pride

Lap 20 - round 9 - superhero/star/mythological

Goblins jump out of my drawer,
they've axed a way
through my paintings
and kidnapped maidens
from a world where
peaches are more tempting
than Adam's apple
and apples grow
beneath the earth.

These maidens shall not bite
nor wriggle out of those
muscular goblin arms,
for they are true ladies
who turn into hazelnut trees
which even the mightiest axe
cannot chop down,

for they are childrens
of gods from both worlds.

Lap 20 - Round 10 - Cooking

Time is ticking, steam billowing,
tempers rising and tempertures boiling,
pressure is mounting as flames are growing,
and all the while the cook is glowering.
The chicken is black, the vegetables burnt,
rice is scattered at even turn,
Cutlery still coated in saucey grime,
here everybody, its dinner-time!

Lap 20 - Round 11 - Nature

On this melanic autumn
When the skies bleed nigricant tears
You're bound to realize:

Rain doesn't really mean anything
Contrary to what they say
"It washes your pain away"

For here I am, on a bed of nails.

Lap 20 - round 12 - seven lines

Amsterdam is a big town
of bicycles and bras against the windows.
Sometimes you'll find a drunken man
sniffing some green powder
that surely isn't meant for guns
and off you'll go, around the corner
into a place where vagabonds pee.

Lap 20 - Round 13 - Magic

I wish I had a little wooden stick
that with a trained flick, could make
dishes clean themselves, or bruises
fade away or conjure a map to old treasures.
I wish I could utter an enchantment
that might make you kiss me
as you once did. But abracadabra
or hocus pocus are only rhyming novelties,
a stick is a stick, and if I could do magic
I wouldn't have to wish.

Lap 21 - Round 1 - Grandmothers

If I could

turn back the hand of time
perhaps, it would be easier
to perfect my rhyme
through your

gray strands.

or

learn my first ABC's at the click
of your hips and false teeth.

Lap 21 - round 2 - 17 syllables

Cross out stars
once you've wished,
for the sky's calendar
is ever-changing.

Lap 21 - Round 3 - aabba

I am in such a rush
Im fluttering like a thrush,
I almost have to run,
this time-keeping isnt fun,
My mind is no longer lush

Lap 21 - Round 4 - Free

If, I am as free
as a bird,

I would fly the seven seas
visit the Hanging Gardens
for just a wild cherry

perhaps, perch on
the legendary
Great Wall

as I envisage
my lover
beneath the
Taj Mahal

Lap 21 - round 5 - squirrel

Poor chipmunk,
abandoned by its
fluffier and smaller
family of flying squirrels.
Surely you cannot
cascade with autumn leaves,
for you'd break your neck
once the freefall sets in, because gravity
isn't so reliable after all, and the wind
doesn't seem to like you.
But at least you don't
break all the windows
when you sing,
for I've seen you
on tv, with Alvin.

Lap 21 - Round 6 - Wild card (7 lines)

Keep me beside you dear
But when time comes to say I love you,
Keep company with me no more.
Words are fragile, words are weak,
And actions drown them out.
So kiss me with your toxic lips,
and forget what life's about

Lap 21 - Round 7 - Insects

Don't you know,
mosquitoes are the
vampires of the
insect world?

They suck your blood
with their might,
without knowing
that it could be their
last meal.

Lap 21 - round 8 - acrostic

Time didn't allow me to
rest my head upon
all those clustered wounds
under the radar.
Maybe my parents
added a chip in my brain.

Lap 21~Round 9~ Movie Star

Gerard Butler

Sexy Scottish slur
Lips I'd die to kiss
300 made me want him
But something is amiss

I cannot find him anywhere
Searched both low and high
Suppose I'll live inside my dreams
Where never he will die

Lap 21 - Round 10 - Cooking

I could never find comfort
At the smell of garlic
Filling my nostrils

Or the clinking
of silverwares louder
than my mother's mouth

Thank God, my fiance
is a vampire in camouflage

Lap 21 - round 11 - nature

Summer has entered its grave
and the tulips shrink back
into the earth, trying to hide
their shame from the sun.

Lap 21~Round 12~7 Lines

Touch me
Like we've never touched before
I long to lose the monotony
The daily drag
To stop feeling like a job
And start feeling like a lover once again

Lap 21 - Round 13 - Magic

He holds me with the grace
of a Greek God
and sends magic
into my eyes
whenever
we kiss.

Lap 22 - round 1 - grandmothers

I have two grandmothers
and they're both oceans away.

One of them paid the boatsman
of life, long before I learnt
to swim, and ages before I knew
what it meant to dress
in a white gown before you sleep.

And the other one is collecting
tin cans on the street,
trying to live further
in this big city
where cars crash by
without a notice
of this wrinkled,
Malaysian woman.

Lap 22~Round 2~17 Syllables

I cried
but did not know why
I prayed for it to end
And now it has

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Lap 22 - Round 3. aabba

I could never write again
About Abby with disdain
She knows when to strike a chord
To keep Pnq members all aboard
Now, I like her, simple and plain

Lap 22 - round 4 - free

I have a pet turtle
that's hyper when you
stick your finger
to the tip of his nose

for he thinks you're
some delicious sausage
and keeps biting
the glass wall
until you walk away.

Sometimes I hold a bowl
of chocolate icecream
in front of him, because
my heart is infected
by friend

Lap 22~Round 5~ Squirrel

He ran along the fence
Scanning for everything
Food, enemies, maybe even friends
He stopped to stare at me
I threw him a peanut
He picked it up and moved along
I now count that squirrel as my friend
He always stops by to stare

Lap 22 - Round 6. Wild Card

Wild card, yet again
oh Lord, it ain't fun
when you're always
on the run.

Would you be nice
to drop me a line?
For this verse
is lacking of substance.

Lap 22 - round 7 - insect

There are tiny feet
tripping upon my skin.

Ants march after
a waving red flag,
shocked by the depth
of my ear, as they throw
coins into it as if it's
a wishing well.

Then they swing
with my hair
like tarzan,
and land,
enjoying the springy
structure of my eye.

It's holiday
in Ants Ville
and the children are
moving from body
to body.

Lap 22~Round 8~Acrostic

He didn't brag
Unsure of himself
Maybe his spirit had been crushed
Because I saw nothing but greatness
Little glimpses of magnificence
Everyone else would shout from the rooftops

Lap 22 - Round 9. Superhero OR mythological being OR movie star

Another Jennie from the block
Who has a massive butt
A mixture of Latin
And pinch of black blood

And if a voice
could kill
she would cause scarcity
of hot blooded men.

Lap 22 - round 10 - cooking

Diced carrots bob
in the goulash bowl
and I forgot what else
was thrown into there
perhaps fake fingernails or two,
and a hairy worm
that's been hiding in my sleeve,
because I just plucked
some flowers these evening.

Lap 22~Round 11~Nature

Butterflies danced in the wind
Flowers sang in the sun
There was nothing that seemed as beautiful
As nature set free to run

Bees out gathering pollen
Bears out rearing their cubs
We, here trapped, in our concrete forest
Dressing it up with shrubs