They use lifes language
Wild that leaves me a divisive endorphin
Weathering veins rotted in paint
I ain’t throw in labor on it
One step up to my flawed character’s
Droopy’s tall comparative literature balks back
Tinsel in tawdry condition
And aft,?
Pause me apostrophe, young to effect safety
Check writers, cost long painful memory
Hostage of poverty
Cold war controversy
Big world drums and no cents
Mid day news in piercing loss
Not worth the screwy drip? I am
Categories:
balks, addiction, body, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
The days are shorter: dark, cold, dim...
We will not venture out on whim...
Fortunately our stash is still there
For easy access from our favorite chair
Making virtue of inclement climate
Suggests a suitable assignment:
Dig out that lot of builds unfinished
Each set aside when lust diminished
Kits bought and started in joyful pride
Which faded... kits then set aside.
If now completed, for Show-and-Tell table
They'll justify and make us able
to claim Christmas wishes are just so
we realize now our stash is low.
Santa balks at being asked to bring you even more of
things you now have too many or too much of
Meanwhile we must organize
December 9th: prioritize!
Making contributions to not just be passive guest
But add to bounty at our meeting:
SUGARFEST!
Categories:
balks, celebration, christmas, community, december,
Form: Rhyme
A broken wing
in death’s chicane
Where pigeons fall
unending pain
A blinded flock
to circle down
As fangs await
both wolves and hounds
While far above
a falcon stalks
Vision prescient
it never balks
A broken wing
once clipped in fear
the raptors chase
—with canids near
(The New Room: October, 2023)
Categories:
balks, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Away to La Senza
No amour for Fred
Must spice up his love life
In their king size bed
A baby doll nightie
Fred balks at the cost
But wants to rekindle
The closeness they've lost
Fred pays for the item
Pink satin and lace
Now he’s dying to see
Smiles light up wife’s face
Fred gives her the present
And gains two black eyes
The reason he got them
It isn't her size!
Categories:
balks, clothes, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
If you pop off like so Duh you’ll get carbonated by the greater leader/
Who’s lewd and balks will infuse and let loose the Dr. pepper/
True shrewd walks through new hues shake up and fizz out/
Who knew soft drink talks brewed late would diffuse and flatten down/
A few could have caught a case while flapping around/
There’s a new juice to use as you grew your own fruits /
To improve clues to truths of uncouth abuse /
How you’ve misused the news and stayed true to loops of untruth/
Life continues in new shoes with cues to choose moves for your crew/
Lives renew his aiming from hereon in we’re here to zero in/
Peer on in at the position I’m a hero in /
I’ve never been as near or within a jeer on sin/
Freer I blend gas and gear up a poster man for my own loved ones/
Disband from that brand with new planned action no acts spun/
Just realism with no love from realization of the matter of faction
Categories:
balks, adventure, care, character, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Fear stalks dwellers of illusion
Man’s afraid of blinking
Stagnation cause of confusion
Humanity sinking
Awareness self-aware
Side steps each ego snare
As love with love does pair
Heart balks
Fear stalks
03-May-2022
Quietus
Categories:
balks, fear, heart,
Form: Rhyme
So the better bitter batter wants a better bitter bat
But the better bitter batter baker wants to break his cat
'Cause the badder batter baker bakes the better batter's bats
While the better batter's biggest brother balks at all of that.
So the bitter batter's brother bakes a bitter batter bite
with the better bats of butter and the baker's bitter kite
and the bitter better baker breaks the badder baker's bike
So the badder batter baker and the better baker fight.
So the bitter bakers battle, bitter batter now abounds
And the better bitter batter hears these bitter battle sounds
Now the better batter's bitter, no solution can be found.
So the bitter better batter bats both bakers to the ground.
Categories:
balks, fun, humor, humorous, spoken
Form: Rhyme
O' slumbers o'er swarts realm rends the hawks,
Labyrinth town, lady o' night then gawks,
Man fumbles a hand,
Zipped lady attend,
Mouse scampers pass heels, a lady balks.
Date: May 22, 2019
Categories:
balks, allegory, life, men, nature,
Form: Limerick
A Poet's Heart
Our loving hearts we give freely, in our enveloped, cleverly, created writ!
We open our souls, quite willingly to anyone in the world to observe it.
It is a gift, so uniquely knowledgable,
And its meaning...maybe far more than tangible.
Just consider~poets, in all the nations walk!
Laugh, cry and question, the meaning of this life~a poet never balks.
A poet might be a saint, who simply does not know it.
But assuredly, however, one who has risen above life's mendascious pit.
Panagiota Romios
4/10/2019
Categories:
balks, inspiration, poets,
Form: Couplet
The huntsman’s horn in
The School Boy is non-
native. But he likes the
poem, hears a snake-
charmer’s pipe vicariously,
empathizes with Blake’s
boy’s love of innate
freedom, and then doodles
in boredom. Next period,
he slips down from
the top of Pythagorean
theorem. He snoozes in
the Neolithic Age at noon.
His brain balks at learning.
Teachers avoid pain with
peace of passivity. ****
virus infects his inner
system. Parents are too
busy to install anti-virus.
He draws obscene pictures
with a charcoal, as if raping
the urinal wall. He rises
up in the hashish fumes
and floats in the space.
Holes in the thought-layer are
invisible to him. He runs
wild, celebrating impulses.
An unrefined man is
a malignant growth
from the negligence.
First printed in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
balks, boy,
Form: Free verse
Slow, The Flow Of Time's Waning Hands
On nights that I can not slow walk
through dreams that may, my sad soul heal
With such interruption heart balks
at the sorrows I come to feel.
Waning midnight hours race on past
night shadows then appear to prowl
bed writhing, I pray it not last
useless, as nightmare monsters howl!
Slow, the flow of time's waning hands
their razor claws slashing in deep
Over and over, one last stand
as Hope promises blessed sleep.
In my sleep I try to fast talk.
From dead body outlined in chalk.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2019
Sonnet, ( As the dark hours slowly march )
Categories:
balks, creation, dark, feelings, life,
Form: Sonnet
You frowned at that fraudster called age,
The fiend that lets no one sleep light,
In book of life age is a page.
A child lets life a free passage,
Flying off in a fancy flight,
And this creature’s caught in a cage.
Grown up when knows, hedges on hedge,
Balks at calling this boaster’s blight,
Life’s a long book, age passing page.
Pushing up life’s hackney carriage,
Reaping fruits, in fair-weather flight,
He copes with that impostor’s rage.
When old enough, bit of a sage,
In vain trying life’s wrongs to right,
He prepares to pen life’s last page.
But you lived in heaven’s image,
Fought your best to give age good fight,
And frowned on that fraudster’s false rage,
Proved, life’s a book, age but a page.
______________________________________________________
Inspired by my father who led an exemplary life and died at the ripe and rewarding age of 102
______________________________________________________
Villanelle | 01.10.08 |
Categories:
balks, age, death, father, life,
Form: Villanelle
He seems to love the sound of his own voice,
and if he does not get his way, he balks.
A hug from him would make his gal rejoice,
yet little of affection does he give.
For love of science he will always live,
but friendships matter, so he talks and talks!
He’s fond of many things and knows each fact
about his favorite sci-fi shows, and his
use of language naturally is exact.
His gal prefers a kiss to that which he
spews from his mouth, but eccentricity
defines him. She accepts him how he is!
May 9, 2018 for the 'Rhyme Time 3' Contest of Laura Loo
Topic 6 is my title.
Dedicated to the characters Sheldon and Amy from one of my favorite sitcoms: The Big Bang Theory
Categories:
balks, love,
Form: Rhyme
Man Lives, Nature Stands And Sweet Earth Survives
Man lives on, by moments in night and day,
oft raging beast of red dust.
World fights back- come with what it may,
man lives on, for we must.
Nature stands eternal, and quietly balks,
slowly moving, power displayed.
Watching man's foolish ways and talk,
destruction so proudly made.
Sweet earth survives, as it rightly should,
despite its great marauding beast.
Deep destroyer of sky, stone and wood,
ravenous devil looking to feast.
Man lives, Nature stands and sweet earth survives.
While we live with massive greed ruling our lives!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-17-2017
NOTE:
Man lives on,
Nature stands eternal,
Sweet earth survives,
FOR HOW LONG?????
FOR
HOW
LONG
Categories:
balks, art, conflict, earth, grief,
Form: Sonnet
A word ain’t worth a hill of beans.
Grafitti for computer screens,
a word can’t tell you what it means
(the thing it’s in existence for).
Each age forms self-defining views,
infatuations and taboos,
its West Points and its Waterloos,
but balks at what the butler saw.
The less that’s said, the sooner mended.
Nothing’s ever open-ended.
There’s people want to be offended,
and so it shall be, ever more.
Categories:
balks, satire,
Form: Quatrain
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