Clarion Call Sounded On My Wailing Wall
Narrow escapes- thrice threatening
Came and went
Despite succor abstaining
My soul under no circumstances meant
Harm to my person
Stolid as I sometimes dreamt to claim
Not heeding, not learning warnings a salutary lesson
That on me poured blame
Sucked from narrow escapes
Felt deep within my clones, bones, tones and zones
As fortune on my side with sour grapes
From goring horns and thorns
Gunning and turning in earnestness
Towards the weaker flank
Carelessness on my part gifted wanton wistfulness
Grown from dating devices I couldn’t spank
As on my knees I slumped
Begging feet of defeat to spare me
When false charges I slapped
On the sooth-sayer I could hardly see or foresee
In the vicinity of the battlefield
Where blood gushed
From a weal shield
That blows from all directions hushed
Weak on melting knees I slumped
The writing on the wailing wall
Dawned near and clear as bludgeon blows together clamped and lumped
I was undone! Slow and certain sounded the clarion call
Fate and its mates
Discomfiture and discomfort couldn’t obviate
From doom and gloom gates
Fortune could no longer deviate
From gurgling and giggling gates of Hell
Open so wide
To spell and tell
The demise my pride
Touted on the snout of the clout pout and spout
Tinted by the ubris crease whose fleece
Made up of diseased doubt
That no retreat could delete from a missed kiss
Swollen and stolen
In a last step ditch effort
All of a sudden- sullen
As crude collapse conquered my fort.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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