Best Patrons Poems


Damned Patrons' Victims Proved Helpless Agonised

damned patrons' victims proved helpless agonised
ministers agonised inside wombs, starlit shields of beheaded
offenders glassfuls of blood, elegant marks indelible, bricks in moonlit lorn
pits, gods' unstable tolerance                                   laments Messianic tender
prayers for damned sinners' cries                ridiculous hostility         acts of guided victims
commonly recognised, anguished Abarimon's sandals, beaten people of Abarimon
repeated selections of carcasses                             blindly adored beastly pariahs
fathering many, ciguapas caught, Thessalonian kingdoms in dark sanctuaries
shadow illuminated Trojans suspicious                      languished bodies barefoot
concubines vying for convictions associated with comprehensive series
of sacrifices prohibited                         pellucid light reigning supreme, grassy
hills, blasé, remained laconic                     dissolved indifferently
dedicated to dreams contentedly crashing, geese's words to allay competing fears
exemplified, citizens of autism            suitably twisted and raped anguished
in agony, Papinianus' body dragged through the streets of Rome, congeries
damned gods of, depressed for sharp analytical illusions of cavaliers

Nature's Uneasy Patrons

Beauty unseen at the waterfall's edge 
The danger below at waterfall's edge
The edge of the waterfall's descent
The cutting jagged rocks all she'll ever know
My darling climbs

Beautiful rhythm at the ocean's edge
The danger within at the ocean's edge
The edge of the ocean's expanse
The undertow's liquid flow all he'll ever know
My darling swims

Beautiful greenery at the forest's edge
The danger lurks shadowed at forest's edge
The edge of the forest's canopy 
The stinging pain of venom all they'll ever know
My darlings hike

My darlings wander these rivers and these shores
These forests, these mountains, just doing their chores
Warning the stranger of what lie ahead
And welcoming them all to the land of the dead
My darlings roam
© Tim B  Create an image from this poem.

Patterned Patrons

Oh, what a beautiful tree
With glistening leaves
I wonder if it has fruit
That will cause me to believe
...again

Wow! What a tall building
It ascends into the sky
I wonder if it contains answers
That will tell my why information flies
...upward

What on earth is that
What is that thing man is building
Claiming water is coming
To the object his GOD is gilding
...outside the box

It looks like a tree on the surface
With branches and roots running deep and wide
But it looks like a building
Once you take the courage to step inside
...to learn

The structure is invisible to sight
But the sighted choose to be blind
They rail on and on, boasting of freedom
While setting bound in a double bind
...of methodology

What River of Life can float
A tugboat made for launching liners
Into an Ocean of the abyss
Where patterned patrons worship diviners
...of magic

Systems, Systems, ever climbing systems
Of powerful knowledge, how can puppets resist 'em
I wonder if silencing the five senses
Will fit us with lenses
...to KNOW

Truth

Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-15-2019


Premium Member Friendly Patrons

I know, I know
You want a show
You're dressed so find and dandy
The theater lights
Are all so bright
And the cast is feeling randy

Sit down you will
And have your fill
Of drink and chocolate candy
And you will stay
Until this Play
Opens up with Andy

Andy they're running out of chocolate !
Come back soon !

Premium Member writer earwiggs other restaurant patrons

The writer earwigged her way through town
Looking harmless as she sat down
Ordering pancakes and staying for hours
Making notes of conversation showers
Eavesdropping on people from every direction
Sometimes ordering an extra coffee or sweet little confection.

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