Acquisitive anguish arising within my acceptant abyss
The creatures that lurk within the deep
Are without hope and sustenance
I awake aimlessly with thoughts that have gone awry
Every nuance of my being accumulating auspicious hell
For amidst the atrocious abdominous appetites
I linger in a lachrymal graveyard levitating leviathans
Craving for more absolutistic ambient assuage
Adoring and absorbing your aesthetic appetency
Accepting your allure of ambitious alienation
And yet I absolve you from all your atrocities.
Oct.08.2019
Crazy A's Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Music...Deep Chill Mix by 4lienetic
With Virtual Female Voice
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Categories:
abdominous, deep, desire, longing,
Form: Free verse
I walk the corridors of the nefarious night
Where warring angels guard the gilded gates
Thus demons arise with their fallacious flight
Do I enter beyond the vanquishable void?
For which I seek diminished and destroyed
My heart enslaved as mind divided dominates
The guardians give permission to eagerly encroach
As my soul separates within the abdominous abyss
The darkness descends upon a cadaverous coach
Infinity stands before me like a denunciative dream
The blackness fills the sanctimonious silent stream
For I have been betrayed by the Judas killer kiss.
...before we see the true light we shall experience the real dark...
Dec.24.2018
Rhyme Time 7- Deep and Dark
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
...I know this verse is a little dark for this time of the season...but hey she asked for deep and dark lol...
(((((HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! MY DEAR FRIENDS...MERRY CHRISTMAS)))))
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Categories:
abdominous, dark, deep, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
FOOD TALK
Got home at six thirty
Looked in fridge, at liberty
To choose dietary perfection
Or tasty delectation.
Sitting cold on a plate
My wife’s kasha spoke to me,
Saying, “ Yesterday they all ate
But all you had was a cup of tea
And my flavour you didn’t taste
You didn’t savour, oh such a waste.”
Plate whispered, “Eat me now,”
So I sat down there to chow.
‘Twas Wonderland Alice’s “Eat me.”
I grew in size, felt marvellous.
Maybe Lewis Carroll’s wife - she
Cooked too and made him abdominous.
Categories:
abdominous,
Form: Light Verse