Bad "big boy" bare bard
Backbiter bacterial
Babbler backslides
Categories:
backbiter, poets,
Form: Senryu
when on one's mettle
beware the backlash spring, from
backbiter take downs
Categories:
backbiter, work,
Form: Senryu
Backbiter
Close your mouth
Not worth talking
Shut your mouth
It's too dirty
Seal thy tongue
It's almost bitter
Utter not a sentence
It's just like bile
Hold thy lips
Thy word can not please our heart
Heat hit hot not our heart with thy words
You are not recognize
In our midst
©® 6/11/17..
Categories:
backbiter, anger,
Form: Free verse
Does it really Matter
If I am an Absconder?
Does it really Matter
If I am not your Bedcover?
It will never really matter
For even if I am not an Adder
I am neither your Barrister
Nor your Bagpiper
I am also not a Backstabber
And certainly not a Backbiter
Though I am not an Abuser
I do feel like an Abusee
Waiting with lots of Glee
For my Anchorage
After a million Age
I can see the old Adage
With a new Assemblage
I will certainly be Backbit
With a lot of Credit
Regretfully, you should have fled, my Spirit
With a lot of Merit
Categories:
backbiter, anger, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
How long wilt thou sleep
and slumber, O
sluggard?
When wilth thou arise from
thy yearn and
yawning yard?
Yet a little sleep, a little
slowing down to
slumber,
so shall the poverty come
like a
crushed Cucumber.
How long wilt thou bark
and bite, O
backbiter?
When wilt thou get out of
thy gushing
gutter?
Yet a little bark, a little bitter
bite at the
back,
so shall thy sorrow come in
sporadic
super sack.
How long wilt thou pomp
and puff up, O
proud?
When wilt thou live thy
lousy... living out
loud?
Yet a little plump, a little
preen in
pride,
so shall the shame come
like a badly
beaten bride.
How long wilt thou swim in
sins , O
sinner?
When wilt thou stop being
a
worthless winner?
Yet a little sin, a little swim
in the seas
that stinks,
so shall thy wicked wages
come
like a wave or wink.
Prov 6:9 ''How long wilt
thou sleep,
O sluggard? When wilt
thou arise
out of thy sleep''
Categories:
backbiter, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Does it really Matter
If I am an Absconder?
Does it really Matter
If I am not your Bedcover?
It will never really matter
For even if I am not an Adder
I am neither your Barrister
Nor your Bagpiper
I am also not a Backstabber
And certainly not a Backbiter
Though I am not an Abuser
I do feel like an Abusee
Waiting with lots of Glee
For my Anchorage
After a million Age
I can see the old Adage
With a new Assemblage
I will certainly be Backbit
With a lot of Credit
Regretfully, you should have fled, my Spirit
With a lot of Merit!
Categories:
backbiter, angst,
Form: Rhyme