Sonnet LXXII
Coming from the Greek "krus anthemon"
Heroic as the name implies, hath told
Revitalised each myth that once upon
Yearns wonder while a bunch of these I hold,
Sufficient is the splendid orb that says,
Another legend shuns the said sunrise
Note all, have in abundance grand displays
Together in their sphere of stark surprise
Hitherto, have I seen this utmost vast.
Essential to the backcloth, those in front
Might eagerly to reach new heights and cast
Unequalled while those fairytales advance
May gods appear so their religions last,
So they can be accepted unsurpassed.
Categories:
backcloth, nature,
Form: Acrostic
Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;
Sip mulberry wine to toast the ultraviolet.
Cerulean skies, inundations, surge the amaranth
Spray lavender with a mauve bouquet of backcloth;
Bear a pigmentation that the heliotropes strove forth
Luminary, heather halos mimic gamma strength.
Plum age old interceptors, those cardinals and priests
Rage velveteen and indigo, planning sermons apiece,
Text books coloured aubergine bless a firmament lease
Like exorcists displaying ways to snub behemoth beasts.
The Grand Canal is unified as the amethysts surrounding:
Producing arch goliaths, as the buildings passing by
Shape a deep mauve battlement, twilight’s gradual high
The sheer delight of Indigo, the honeymooners grounding.
Categories:
backcloth, nature, peace, social, urban,
Form: Rhyme
One funny day,
a man and a wife,
attempted to bury a child,
alive and free
because she was sick,
all the times.
The couple who already
had a child,
found it hard to live with a child,
with a cleft lip.
What they did,
they tied her in rags and backcloth,
and placed her in the coffin,
hoping her to die before they reach,
their home place!
What impressed me,
the baby didn't die miles and miles!
But she cried at the grave,
when she was about,
to be buried at once.
The mourners heard the noise,
and all were shocked,
to discover the truth that the baby
was still alive.
It was a hard time round and round,
and difficult to believe.
What a funny day,
and what a funny act!
Ignorance in the world,
makes people mad,
and always little knowledge,
makes the head sick,
and the brain at large.
Categories:
backcloth, life, funny, funny,
Form: ABC