bn Word Scramble 4 Poetic Writing Event
bn~Word Scramble 4 Poetic Writing Event
The bn~Word Scramble 4 is on!
Below you will find 23 words in which to create a poetic piece. The words are listed below and all must be utilized within your poetic piece. To Submit Your Word Scramble Click Here–> Word Scramble 4
Circumstances, Bilious, Progression, Moral, Purpose, Integrity, Contradictions, Expression, Rewards, Inversion, Altruism, Power-Lust, Looter, Comedy, Morning, Riot, Idolization, Inamorato, Ruination, Helix, Convoluted, Devolution, Ploy,
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Untitled~ by Michael Tayor
Untitled~
Asleep I wander here nor there, bilious inversion I bridge the pair
Looter ruination, moral idolization, timeless comedy
Helix-granted-compensation-a-ploy
Herbal devolution
Familiar progression after coffee
Three-monkey-morning-riot
Power-lust
Altruism
I found an interval timer
Reward circumstances
Expression inamorato consistently
Contradictions Ero
A Moral collection, adventuring in a pinch
Enough integrity, where is strawberries quick?
The Progression of Looters~ by Simon Lenthen
The Progression of Looters~
A morning riot
Loud and convoluted
Breathing into alleys
Breaking windows for ill-gotten rewards
Spraying their expression of anger
In a rain of Molotov cocktails
The police, with moral purpose,
with power-lust inversion of integrity
wall up as contradictions to looter idolization
And on a helix of devolution
officers call for the ruination
Of an already bilious social fabric
A morning riot
Twisting the spirit of altruism
Into contradictions of anger and justice
Pushes into the wall of police
With cliché and fury
With comedy and insults
A ploy that makes a Karma Sutra
Of violence
Of implicit circumstances
Looter and policeman
Inamorato
In defiance of each other.
©2013
Vapor~ by Ron Reed
Vapor~
Oh, the bilious progression of moral purpose
a subjective expression toward enlightenment
each morning portends new chance
to sort convoluted dreams and desire,
to avert devolution and ruination
to be well and unique
An altruism turned to comedy by contradictions
idolization reduced to empty memories
an inversion of dreams like smoke in the wind
the inamorato faces a riot of emotion
to heal and grow from circumstances
To regain a posture of integrity
As we fall and stand again
the rewards change and grow
an upward helix journey
to solitude and solidarity of soul
a pure existence without ploy
a new beginning
Power-lust abandoned
humility embraced
to rise again to the light
as the phoenix
and flay the looter of spirit
to vapor
The Great Dictator~ by Portia Burton
The Great Dictator~
Alas, these days circumstances are such
That any normal person will become bilious,
When every morning he sees in the world news
How the leaders have forgotten their sacred purpose.
We see how a person who was once a freedom-fighter
Has become a looter of his country due to power-lust,
And yet his beguiled fellow countrymen,
Falling pray to his ploy, still hold him in trust.
Amidst stark poverty he talks about progression,
And though his convoluted argument is full of contradiction,
His people still love him as their ‘inamorato’,
Oh, the sheer height of mindless idolization!
That dictator will never think of any devolution,
Being afraid of even a fictitious patriot,
He has sent integrity and altruism for a toss,
And any expression of dissent is crushed as a ‘riot’.
Even the moral code of conduct is subject to inversion,
Religion has been declared as ‘useless’ already,
Unmindful of the alarming helix of rising poverty,
For him the travails of the people is a mere ‘comedy’.
That once beautiful country is going to ruination,
Corrupts are getting rewards,t he pious face damnation.
Comedic Plight~ by Rachel Hoyt
Comedic Plight~
My life is no helix of kind circumstances.
I just live with a purpose and take my chances
That this bilious feeling that wakes me each day
Will somehow, someday go away.
Fanfarons fake morals and integrity,
But their contradictions are easy for me to see.
Possessed with percolating power-lust,
I find most people don’t deserve trust.
Looters of life, inamoratos of none –
The age of self-idolization has begun.
This inversion of altruism is not ‘a riot’.
Progression of such expression should be quiet.
Devolution reaps convoluted rewards.
My ploy is to stand separate from the horde.
Seeing mostly ‘comedy’ morning, noon, and night,
I avoid ruination and continue on my plight.
©2012
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Inside Dr. Jekyll's Head~ by Yoshay Lama Lindblom
Inside Dr. Jekyll’s Head~
Contradictions surround like a bilious ache,
altruism on one hand my character shapes.
Moral integrity mirroring my day’s mantra,
a fine ploy but nonetheless an affected dogma.
Convoluted circumstances, a likely answer,
devolution however, nourishes my anger.
Progression by night comes with such a relief,
A comedy indeed! in my life of grief.
Rewards of gratification breathe in these alleys,
Purpose of vengeance for me, the night carries.
Power-lust, invincibility, by night I portray
an inversion to my life-saving craft by day.
My own helix of shadows versus light.
A riot of rendezvous I live by night,
Inamorato I am, to most femme fatales,
their ends however lie secretly in my hands.
Compassion my expression by morning holds,
a looter of innocent lives, by evening unfolds.
Ruination perhaps is my second name,
of that, most certainly, I am not ashamed.
Idolization in any case I seek not,
but for my crimes I wish never to be caught.
Masked~ by Janaki Nagaraj
Image by JayCrews Photography
Masked~
Inamorato, your power-lust nature,
And the devolution you fake…
Shackled by morals
Wish I could see through your ploy.
The looter you are, of my heart
Idolization has made me blind
Falling through the helix,
Pronouncing my ruination
Expressions of love
Filled with contradictions
Causing a riot of thoughts
Convoluted thinking, testing my integrity
Making me bilious
The present circumstances
Not helping at all.
Using my altruism as a shield
To serve your purpose
Causing an inversion of my world….
Isn’t life a comedy of my errors?
As the morning sun rises
With a promise of a new day
I try to make progression
Towards balance and some semblance.
Campaign Conundrum~ by Cheryl Williams
Campaign Conundrum~
Another double helix of contradiction stood stunning – cleverly clad
in altruism and integrity
Continuous tragic comedy of convoluted circumstances
Cunning interns and inamoratos grin in idolization of folks with long
pen strokes
Likewise power-lust fuels capitalist rewards
It’s a double-edged sword
They call it progression
Front page is the morning muse
Flip from shooter to looter, weather to whether, news, or political
propaganda and ploy
They’ll spin this inversion until no end with verbal bilious ad
devolution and ruinations
They call it expression
Well… until Pussy Riot breaks moral decorum
Another double helix of contradiction stood stunning – cleverly clad
in altruism and integrity
©2012
And That's Why They Call it the Blues...~ by Neil Chatterton
Image by John Tisbury
And That’s Why They Call it the Blues…~
I am defined
By rewards.
A desire
To play in another’s sandbox
Any consequences be damned
Never glancing behind
To see if that riot
Was mine.
My ruination
My comedy of errors
Came with a purpose
As surely as morning does.
Yet I helped tighten the straps
Enjoyed the feeling of steel
Salivated as my mouth was filled
Willingly.
And this is my reward.
A darkened room
With an occasional shadow
As a friend.
His altruism stopped
When the door closed
And the pain began.
I pondered
Our love
As my moral integrity
Slipped another notch
Hastening memories
Reliving the contradictions
Evident to all
But one.
“Inamorato”
Screamed it forever
Until my throat
Protested
But how
As all I could taste
Was rubber.
Descending like a veil
Its progression
Determined
By my muted
Silence
Covered once again
As I shivered
And reviled my innocence lost.
Such idolization
Better suited
A juvenile
His feigned and convoluted sincerity
Made me an onlooker
As he,
Akin to a looter,
Took
My soul.
Footsteps
Eyes wide open
His expression
Lustful
I turn my head
Too Late
As his tongue
Licks across
Cracked lips.
My stomach rebels
That bilious feeling
Returns
Unwanted and unwelcome
I involuntarily dry-heave.
His power-lust
Sucks
My air
My resistance
As the inversion machine
Flips me.
His boots
Immaculately polished
The smell of soft leather
Beckons my hunger
As my tongue
Thrusts
Strains
A have a mere taste
Of him.
My devolution
Almost complete
As he pushes his boot
Forwards.
Morning Comedy Devolution~ by Edward Harsen
Morning Comedy Devolution~
Circumstances purpose altruism,
convoluted moral integrity progression:
inamorato expression.
Helix idolization contradictions!
Inversion riot ploy rewards looter,
bilious power-lust ruination.
