Best Ach Poems
The Moroccan star shines down on me tonight
Giving me light to keep going
Have to fight
Masquerading as a white knight
You are but a dark, gloomy reminder of Hell
Dancing on my spleen
Crumpling my feet
Galloping across my heart
Trampling my mind with your corrosion and wrath
You masqueraded as a Moroccan man
Pretended to possess gentleness and beauty
Deceived me into thinking you were my friend
But, you were a foe
It is obvious to comprehend now
But then all I could see was the Moroccan star
Waving on your flag
Could have been
A beautiful meeting
Your strategic plans were puny
But mighty
Your sword was dull to the touch
But pricked my finger as I stroked it
Your lips seemed gentle and pristine
But, when I turned my back
I felt your bite
You tore my flesh
Sometimes I feel a gentle breeze
Sometimes I long for the beauty of Morocco
Craving the exotic ambience
I forget your deception
I forget my pain
I forget my tears
I forget you
In the tower of terror there is no safety zone
There are no rules that keep you from harm
What you see is not what you get
You experience a series of twists and turns that bedazzle you.
Jousts and riddles, laughs and giggles
can you make your way out?
Dreadful and bleak your disguise helps you gain entry to the fortress
Though strong and tall there lay a weakness in its foundation
Naivity abounds and has a drink
Your offer pink chamange but I see the venom dripping from the corner of your
ferocious jaw
Eve you are no champion
You are only on stage because you hid behind the curtain
Your knife stabbed Ophelia and then she perished
Death and despair surrounds you, but no confession parts your lips
The dragon's fiery breath will remain on you until you sing the song for
repentance!
There was a girl on the Isle of Man
Freezing her buttocks off in the can
There was no one to care
If she let off hot air
So toasting toes are now, "Owed to Jan"!
Where you travel it will follow behind you closely watching your every move.
When you try to discern where you should move your knight I will be waiting with
phantom and fright
Like a maze of mirrors you will look around and not be able to find your way out.
You entered this house of horrors when you preyed on the innocent and naive.
You thought you could steal the bouqet without anyone catching on to your
treachary. But, I am here with my sword ready to take back the Queen you stole
from me.
You have died a thousand deaths since the day you invaded the gentle, passive
meadows in which I walk upon.
You thrust your evil hand on my pristine petals, eroding the beauty that once lay in
your view.
You ravaged the garden of peace, and left it a field of complacency.
You congratulated yourself for the prisoner of war you conquered, but I have won
because my Oleander petals will ensure your demise.