THE SHIPWRICKERS:
The passengers don't feel okay with the rider,
As the journey don't seem so right.
Some are feeling very worried,
As it's been bad from the genesis of this lap,
Straight down with so many emphasis,
Due to what's going on there in the ship.
Wise men are rejected jointly with their ideas,
Good men are lambasted anytime they appear.
Their compasses and maps are not reasonably revered,
By the shipwreckers who don't see their value,
And the common passengers are enduring the agony,
The solutions are laid askew.
The chief rider and his team are on the balcony,
Refreshing themselves with larceny.
The ship is wrecking gradually,
And the lives of the passengers don't matters them,
Since they can join a different ship with their households;
At anytime, anyday with just the ink of a pen.
Their accounts are corruptibly bankrolled,
So they care not if the passengers are marooned.
Affirmatively, this chronicle is not assumed,
But a reality that is rightfully presumed.
Tree's gold now glows
It lies cold on
The lawn, grows mold
Contest:Bauk-Than Than-Bauk
Sponsor:Charles Messina
Date: December 07, 2020
Fed up with celebrating international days
Chosen and frozen in a cynical circus
Bankrolled by a tycoon with tongue in cheek ways
The poor pray for focus in every liturgical locus.
Chosen and frozen in a cynical circus
In an ivory tower teeming with tycoons
The poor pray for focus in every liturgical locus
Preaching and teaching a weed creed for buffoons and raccoons.
In an ivory tower teeming with tycoons
Masticating morsels of mutton
Preaching and teaching a weed creed for buffoons and raccoons
The voiceless and vulnerable vie for the baptism baton.
Masticating morsels of mutton
Bankrolled by a tycoon with tongue in cheek ways
The voiceless and vulnerable vie for the baptism baton
Fed up with celebrating international days.
Rose petals plated on caste mold
Savory patent impressed on manifold
From Nature's palate sweet oils doled
Essence of extracted beauty flowed
Into fashioned vial tinged with gold
Nature's, vintage aphrodisiac bankrolled
Mysterious guise, transparent, yet stunningly bold
Onto suave cheeks the charming potion scrolled
Distilled love massaged into every, ivory fold
Enamoring scent suitor's, impulsive glands to hold
With intoxicating fumes, ephemeral beauty sold
To the salivating nasal ducts of every, unwitting cuckold
Delilah's gaudy folio modern women have deigned old
But with the rose's alluring, timeless scent still cajoled
Unpainted, unmarked mask; devious designs unforetold
Emitting translucent vapors that mind's eye does behold
The young and the old are part of man's fold.
Love between them, better than gold…tenfold.
The past before told, as the future shall behold.
Depends upon love shown, not an empty billfold.
Chores hide and seek, anger vanquished…controlled.
Life molds by example as truths are told.
Family meetings upon hope's threshold,
Foster goodness without the need to scold.
Happy days upon sacrifice enrolled.
Profits many blessings; smooths lives potholed.
Freedom of choice has a responsibility twofold.
Give from the heart; let understanding enfold.
Time writes; family history lives scrolled.
Children grow and soon leave the household.
Memories in heart, that each child shall hold,
Establish free choices in love's leasehold.
Seniors who listen with wisdom bankrolled,
Experiences share…but only when polled.
Respect grows for elders as life is strolled.
Admiration earned; limiting stronghold.
The young, like the old, are part of man’s fold.
Time together grows respect’s freehold.
Helping children make choices…scorn untold.
The smiles that you give will come back ten-fold.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 5, 2010
Poetic form: Monorhyme