Terry O'Leary Poet Monorhyme

While Waiting At the River Styx

While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
with dangling pearls and diamond studs in dripping crimson clots,
midst gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
for wrapped like rope around your throat’s the Reaper’s grim garrote.

"It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." (Matthew 19:24)

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David Smith January 28, 2019 at 3:59 PM Words used to full effect. And you covered the whole spectacle in one hit. Love second to last line. Won't stop me eating apricots though. Best regards David in NZ

Debbie Duncan January 8, 2013 at 10:47 AM Love the rhyming, and the ancient thoughts roll by ;} thank you Terry for reading mt secret garden ;} Have a great day .

John Posey November 10, 2012 at 6:11 PM This is truly a provacative read. I fear you touched a nerve with this one... It made me reach for the comfort in who I am..... Jake

Chipepo Lwele September 8, 2012 at 5:45 AM terry,I love your poem.keep the light shining.

Debbie Duncan September 3, 2012 at 5:31 PM cool,,,, I like it and the bible reference too ;}

Dan Kearley August 27, 2012 at 1:12 PM Very nice,Terry... I really like the rhyme,and the way you ended with the passage....It reminded me of... Wisdom:Something a man should spend his life searching for... :o)

Kathryn Collins August 26, 2012 at 10:40 AM Dear Terry - Good reason to donate those riches right away. Those last two lines are just incredible, unfathomable - how do you do it? love, Kathy

Don Johnson August 22, 2012 at 3:26 PM reminds me of the funeral job, at the morgue 40 tables, i logged, one of a hundred jobs id see, blood n guts an misery, macarbe on mentality... but id come to get ol Marge, suspended on 3 chains, was large, stiff as iniquity, came flying though the air, 6 feet up without a care, no bloody dignity, as naked as a Jaybird she, but death had set her free, as she said to me... re:"While Waiting At The River Styx" Terry O'Leary Don

Bradley Cox August 21, 2012 at 4:00 PM Out-of-site, very nice piece' thank you for sharing

Jack Horne August 21, 2012 at 2:06 PM wow, love this powerful and very thought provoking write, Terry.

Cynthia Alvez August 20, 2012 at 2:53 PM Powerful...graphic, interesting! Cynthia

Harry Horsman August 20, 2012 at 5:33 AM the bus stop to hell, Terry, awesome to read this true poetic piece.

Wilma Neels August 19, 2012 at 10:37 AM Terry this is quite a powerful piece, I enjoyed it tonight.. Hope your Sunday is a good one.. ;) Wilma

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl August 19, 2012 at 10:20 AM You are at it again with another cracker, love it xx

Kim Merryman August 19, 2012 at 8:17 AM This is fantastic, Terry! Very descriptive and it flows so smoothly. Love, Kim

David Williams August 19, 2012 at 5:22 AM Terry, terific image here, I like it...David

Robert Pettit August 18, 2012 at 10:53 PM A very interesting write. Your added passage made it easier for me to understand your writing.

Sherese Gooden August 18, 2012 at 8:49 PM Hey Terry, this is the very personification of you know what. Enjoyed the poetry of this.