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by Dave
Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1236257
A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A sig awarded for winning "The Anything Goes Poetry Contest"

A log of our magnificent journey.

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February 20, 2022 at 4:17pm
February 20, 2022 at 4:17pm
#1027107
Deep in the bowels of the ship,
beneath the engine room deck plates,
the bilge monster accumulates
grease and oil from their drip, drip, drip,
creating serious fire threat,
which makes Machinist Mates upset.

Lowly crewman must make a trip
down below, crawling on his belly
to wipe up that smelly jelly
and strip bilge monster of his evil grip.


Crewman going below: https://www.alamy.com/180409-n-hd110-0022-pacific-ocean-april-9-2018-engineman-f... .
February 11, 2022 at 2:51pm
February 11, 2022 at 2:51pm
#1026481
The passion pulses in my breast,
as I proclaim desire for you,
embarking on my fervent quest.

I promise to always be true
in whatever we may pursue,
whether it be building careers
or exploring some new frontiers.

My mission is to make you happy
as we wend our way through the years.
I hope that is not too sappy.


Notes on the Dizain form of poetry
February 11, 2022 at 12:20pm
February 11, 2022 at 12:20pm
#1026474
Is you is, or is you ain't
gonna be my loving mate,
or do I have to dispatch
my trusty hit man Cupid
in his soiled diaper
to spark romantic antics
with his medicated dart?


7 lines
January 25, 2022 at 5:56pm
January 25, 2022 at 5:56pm
#1025372
All this clutter in my brain,
swarming in on humongous scale,
is about to drive me insane.

Inundated by hordes of hated junk mail,
touting products from used cars to insurance,
my mind feels dazed and abused, making me wail.

The TV plies subliminal transference
of messages to convert fiscal restraint
into rabid cravings without deterrence.

Folks push their way through my phone lines to acquaint
me with credit deals and vacation resort,
devouring my energy until I feel faint.

Computer spam now invites me to cavort
with Oprah for free, at least that's what they say,
while concealing their vile intent to extort.

Besieged by drumming ploys, I can only pray
for relief and escape to some cabaret.


17 lines
January 24, 2022 at 6:19pm
January 24, 2022 at 6:19pm
#1025309
winter blast
transforms the way we think
about haiku hook.
January 22, 2022 at 3:26pm
January 22, 2022 at 3:26pm
#1025202
A barren sheet of paper waits
for someone who appreciates
and very often orchestrates

artistic possibilities,
such as linguistic symphonies
or dynamic soliloquys,
which come gushing out of flood gates,

like children run to lollipop
or teeny boppers at the hop.
Coal-black ink flows and will not stop
until scribe's bliss accumulates,

and joyful song of meadowlarks
emerges from the author's marks,
escorting emotional sparks,
while sated paper radiates.


Notes
January 9, 2022 at 2:36pm
January 9, 2022 at 2:36pm
#1024411
Honka! Honka! Honka!
All hands to General Quarters! This is not a drill.

And so another day begins
aboard the USS Kennedy
at 0300 hours on Sunday morning.

Deep in the bowels of the ship,
the steam is hissing,
and the turbines are turning,
as we proceed at flank speed
to meet the enemy.


Notes
January 5, 2022 at 3:43pm
January 5, 2022 at 3:43pm
#1024236
A shadow hovers over room
where final plans are being made
for Grandpa's journey to his tomb
in solemn funeral parade.

Then, the party will commence
to celebrate his lengthy life
despite the austere influence
of caustic economic strife.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NyzpMpbdzQ
January 3, 2022 at 3:48pm
January 3, 2022 at 3:48pm
#1024102
The curse of winter season's hoar,
when chill and gloom bring icy plume
with spirits frozen to the core,
as cold winds blow and drift the snow.

My psyche is becoming numb
within the grip of winter's nip.
I cannot wait for spring to come
and melt away this fierce display.
December 31, 2021 at 2:15pm
December 31, 2021 at 2:15pm
#1023916
Our little princess,
in her Tinker Bell costume,
joins the Unicorn
on parade for all to see,
celebrating Dogbert Day
within the confines
of our imagination.
Hallelujah!


Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry


Dogbert Day: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0974084/ .

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