A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
** Image ID #2201110 Unavailable ** The gossip tree grows toxic fruit, stretching bounds of absurd, as lies continue to dilute our trust in people's word. Yackety yak around the town go wicked tales to knock you down. Yackety yak! Yackety yak! Enough deceit to make you drown. The gossip tree grows toxic fruit garnished with snarky tone, and nary a chance to dispute, applied to make you groan. Jibber jabber throughout the day, regardless of what you may say. Jibber jabber, jibber jabber putting phony scenes on display. The gossip tree grows toxic fruit with malignant intent. A flock of tales come down the chute, and that you can't prevent. Chitter chatter to make you sick with their repulsive drama schtick. Chitter chatter, chitter chatter, until you feel like lunatic. Notes on the Trijan Refrain form of poetry ▼ |
** Image ID #2201109 Unavailable ** In gloomy mausoleum, wicked witch ponders remains of hapless victims, sent to their demise, skeletons and cadavers, brought to destiny by black magic whisperer, enforcing her code. Notes on the Imayo form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
** Image ID #2201108 Unavailable ** Beneath his shroud, he joins the crowd intent on wreaking scourge of hate upon the meek in ghastly streak in order to intimidate. Their fiery passion ripping gash in law and order's garden gate, unruly mob begins their job, attacking those with peaceful trait. Inflicting chaos on their prey, innocents who become the bait, forbidden fruits pursued by brutes like tempting hors d'oeuvres on a plate, promoting heinous moral stain, the thugs proceed to devastate, filled with psychotic rage so hot that words cannot articulate. 16 lines Notes on the Triquatrain form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
From Frisco Bay to Singapore, we sailed the bounding main with glee. Young men in search of something more, while keeping our republic free. Notes on the Pantun form of poetry ▼ |
Originally created for Week 1 of 4-week Octoberfest at "Invalid Item" : "My entry for week 1" . ** Image ID #2201106 Unavailable ** Along the gloomy shore of the River Styx, where the dead go to cross on Halloween, Jack O'Lantern waits to greet the unhappy souls with something to lift their spirits. The joint starts jumping when he rises from the patch, and starts to shimmy and shake on the vine, while crooning, "Hey, Mambo, Mambo Italiano! You worked hard for your money, now it's quitting time, so put on your happy feet and gimme some shake, Goombah!" 13 lines of Free Verse poetry |
Fire heats cauldron; witch brews potion with rats, bats, and lizards, producing phantom cloud of spirits. Ghastly cackle spells doom for unsuspecting victims, as shadow of death crosses their path. Notes on the Three-Five-Seven form of poetry ▼ |
Fireflies flicker in the night and blend with distant stars in blackened universe bound by transcendental powers beyond the realm of intellect. Notes on the mGur form of poetry ▼ |
Chill bites autumn air. Sugar maples instigate flaming transition. |
Back to school we go again-- reading, writing, 'rithmatic, football games on Friday nights, teeny bopper sock hops, and active shooter drills. Poet's notes ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |