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Poem – Bulgogi

 

This a poem from the Challenger: SaltyAvocado, the words is “Bulgogi”. It was an interestingly funny topic, because it is a wrap prepared with Korean seasoned meat sold at COSTCO. It is a very tasty and very filling, but the best part is how cute “Bulgogi” sounds.

Not only I was challenge by this word, but also Grexxen, so let’s see how he does.


It is a poem on the shape of: AABB

and now I give you

 

Bulgogi

 

This topic as random as it may appear

is a challenge word from a person son dear.

Proposed by this girl nice and sweet

who knew how to make Grex and I compete.

 

Bulgogi is the meat in this wrap so good

that you wouldn’t believe it is Korean food.

Cheese and seasoning are mixed inside,

something this good should spread worldwide.

 

At the sound of the word, one has got to smile

that’s why I am making this poem freestyle.

But the more I write I want to stop and get to Costco

and with my dear friends share a Bulgogi pronto.

 


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Poem – An Uncontrollable Smirk

Imagine the love of your life being claimed by time. How many memories wouldn’t you have lurking about? Then years after you look at a picture and you remember all the feelings, all rushing out, leaving you empty but knowing that when you had the chance you made each other happy.


The Challenge: Uncontrollable

Proposed by: Grexxen, the amazing poet and even better friend

This is a poem in the shape of AABBA and this style is called a Limmerick


An Uncontrollable Smirk

By Adriana

Hidden in the dust I found this old picture,

startled I hold it while I felt my emotions a mixture.

I stared into your eyes,

blue as the high skies

and at those lips making that handsome gesture.

A half smile and a half too serious,

An expression everlasting mysterious.

Sweet smirk

Of lips that lurk

Without fail and  make my heart delirious.

It was a sweet, loving yet sadden bitter smile

With your mysterious beguiling spirited style

Everything was there,

Even a touch of dispar.

Because you knew destiny had a plan so vile.

Without the honor of wars as in olden times

Time claimed  you without the sound of chimes

Now without fear

And more than a  tear

I contemplate this sadness that my heart confines.

Without further doing I lose restrain of all the tears

But then I remember all the laughter of the good years.

It is you that I miss

Having you was a bliss.

Then I close my eyes and with an uncontrollable smirk I cheer.


Enjoy the poem? How about a nice LIKE and FOLLOW!

Mr. Lizard and Mr. Mushroom

May, 2017

A poem from the challenge word “mushroom”. Proposed by the unparalleled blogger and poet Grexxen.


We all have fears and we all have a past, but they are part of us and they make us who we are.  It is partially inspired in my beautiful pets, check them out in Jupiter, the Jubilant.

A poem on the shape of AABBAA

I give you,

Mr. Lizard and Mr. Mushroom

by Adriana

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“The sun, the sun, is it gone?

Is it time for the stars to come upon?

Uncurl and leave the lair,

time to shine and show my flair.”

He thinks to himself while smiling with a yawn.

One of those so wide as the dawn.

.

Lengthy toes with nails to complete his duty,

graceful, colorful tail of incomparable beauty,

gray, sharp eyes to move in dim twilight

yet his splendor some see with fright

“Dinner is insects and nothing fruity.”

He thinks to himself, being a little snooty.

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“The haze in the woods make my wonder unbeatable

I must adventure in, as long as I find something eatable.

of nasty wild foxes I have to beware

but it is rain drops that give me a real scare.”

Oblivious he thinks, as the drizzle sounds repeatable.

approaching as his situation is no longer treatable. 

.

Away from water he has always been

mostly keeping a dry skin.

We all know Mr. Lizards cannot swim

and if he must, he makes a face so grim

and yet he has no problems on being clean.

this is a quality you can find on all his kin. 

.

Drip, drop, dribble,

sounds that makes his heart brittle.

Soon a shelter he must find,

for a the rain drops he cannot abide

“With weather like this, I cannot stay idle.

Is there perhaps a leaf where I can stay in the middle?”

.

“Drip, drop, dribble,

these water makes me feel so little.”

Then a voice says “My friend, don’t fear the flood,

take cover under my hat to avoid the mud.”

No hesitation, not even need to twiddle

without thinking he took shelter with just a wiggle.

.

He had seen creatures like this so odd

with a single tall bright mono-pod

and a wide brown hat for cover.

It is nothing new what he had discover. 

Yet his uniqueness made him stare awed

“Thank you for your kindness.” He added with a nod.

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The lizard was tiny compared to this magnificent being

anybody who sees it wouldn’t not dare on disagreeing.

This elegant mushroom of much splendor 

was full of grace and yet its white trunk needed a mender.

It was many scars what Mr. Lizard was seeing.

“Perhaps he fought a battle where he was unable of fleeing.”

.

“Last rain I sheltered a creature so black

and in return his toes left behind a track.

Then the beetle got hungry and on my trunk he nibbled

and even my spirit he belittled.

With a thud I a had to send him back,

 he would not return after such sharp whack. 

.

Mr. Lizard, as we all know,

is often moving to and fro

but his nails did not whittle

the white trunk like the silly beetle.  

Carefully he climbed up and slow

while his tail followed with a nice flow.

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Magnificent company with heart so kind

is not something that one can everyday find.

While the rain poured down without care 

an enriching conversation they shared

about the heart, life and the well-of-mind

but mostly of the obnoxiousness of humankind.

 .

When the rain stopped the lizard left, 

as the lack of dinner had him bereft 

but often he comes back to seek his friend 

for more conversation and good time to spend.

After all nobody wants to be alone in one’s cleft.

even though Mr. Mushroom is not very deft.

.

The end.

 


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