This Elastic Moment

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This Elastic Moment


Startlement standing
Under all completion (almost)
Clocks dilate
Time of all ends lengthening
Celebrating time spent
Cheap hours
Exquisite minutes
Begging for seconds
Only now extinguished

Now only seconds for begging
Minutes exquisite
Hours cheep
Spent time celebrating
Lengthening
Ends all of time
Die late, clocks
Almost completion
All-understanding
Startlement

The Night Bees

Writing poems is easy.  Writing poems that people are interested is not.  This week is meter and rhyme with some oxymoron flair. 


The Night Bees

One late night one day
There crawled into my knee
A vacant jester
Knelling pester
Ever-present bee

One loud whispered ache
In effigy of sleep
A tossing-turning
Ire concerning
Ever-present bees

Three grim gladdened shots
Deplete to fill a need
A numbness quelling
Beastly knelling
Ever-present bees

The Tryout

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The Tryout


Start to finish
One by one
Try their best
Champions
Toiling gladiators
Five against three
Now at odds
Hurdling
Magnificent
Hurtling
Odds at now
Three against five
Gladiators toiling
Champions
Best their try
One by one
Finish, to start

Sunset Requiem

Sunset Requiem


Here, a wake
Here, awake
Denied a nod
Then I'd a gnawed
Listless candle
List less scandals
Pouring overhead emotions

Poring over heady motions
Meant to say, "Bye"
Men to say by
A flicked wick
Afflicts a wisp
Of smoke to seal the rite
Farewell dear sun, good night

The Composer's Underworld

A good show, this week.  Five syllable lines of STRESS unSTRESS unSTRESS, with even-numbered lines ending in "eh" vowel rhyme (with some resulting direct rhyme).  Enjoy!


The Composer's Underworld


"For a nobler staff;
The baton at rest."

-The Composer late
Thumbing pages, yet
Often gaping back
Capturing the chest's
Modesty motif,
Pizzicato breath
Pale legato bars,
What else is there left?

Half-forgotten modes
Hung in trouble clefs
Racing to compose
Serenades of death
Sweeping dolce chords
Allargando jest
Harmonized with flat
Classical regret
Cadenced murmurs fade
No applause is met

Here hereafter now
Halls denote a deaf
Stone atonement, for
Silence is respect
Face the music now,
What else is there left?

The Golden Years

the homophone strikes again! 



The Golden Years


Forgiven guilt
For given gilt
Lost as crews
Lost a screw
Made of solid gold

A cost amounting 
Accost a mounting
Search to recoup
Surge to re-coup
Youth again from old

In summer he
Re-covered hard where
In summary
Recovered hardware 
So operates
Soap opera, it's
The screwed and the bold. 

Comfort Food

I'm running low on homophones, so this week's is short, light, metered and rhymed. 


Comfort Food


The huddled living lividly
In scarCities of common guise
Consoling ever vividly
In matter to metabolize

The hunger leering lucidly
Commanding craven cravings, I
Contort my ken of calories
And reach for further curly fries