A monorhyme is just a crime they despair
Their hat won’t doff “cat sat on a mat” affair
From the off they will scoff it’s got no flair
No not sublime they chime our nightmare
Snare all Pam Ayres heirs and try to scare
Stare at the fare then flare the pages tear
How very dare you from your pedants chair
Must be unfair have a big dig from their lair
Rare to wind me up unless you are Tony Blair
Don’t ensnare but spare this pastime I share
Views from pews can air but just don’t care
Will swear don’t be f**king clucking square
It’s not the tortoise more poise like the hare
Supercilious ploys make me bilious go spare
Hey nonny no.. love the bonny flow so there!
Xavier, my family doctor, was blunt,
He told me my days were numbered, upfront.
I thought “what a creep”!
Then died in my sleep -
My heart declined to bear the bilious brunt.
"I want nothing but death." - Jane Austen
Fatigue, weakness, and bilious attacks
I am dying day by day, night by night.
Each of my bones, like a worn-out twig, cracks.
Each split moment is an eternal fight.
My eyes yearn to see my bright day of death.
When my worries will be buried with me
Gentle breezes of heaven fill my breath.
Angels and seraphs all around I see.
Poesy has gone dry like desert streams.
Nocturnal beings pervade my blank mind.
I miss those buoyant aureate sunbeams.
Within my withering self I'm confined.
Let this life here on earth end like a feast.
Let me, from all my bondages, be released!
A Pond’s Melody
dragonflies buzzing
spring peepers chirping for mates
splashing fish jumping for meals
blue herons squawking
bilious bullfrogs croaking
quacking mallards leading young
Many mountains, seas, women, and dollars made
But for you only was each moment played
As an aged wine flask, your decrepit skin cracks
As flaccid muscles bend your creaking back
Hard hammer toes hamper your stiff walking style
Toilet king, bilious bombard of bile
Fog obscures your mind, only to rise again
Wishing for many things which might have been
Stung as by tzetse flies you cannot forget
Fantasies won’t revive corpses of regret
Too late, with dreams drooling down your hoary chin
Awaken to the state you are now in -
A dream without legs, with all hope beyond reach -
A jellyfish sunbathing on a beach.
Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!
If you want me
If you had loved me, our journey would have been different
Our way? There would have been one, but now there are two, different ones
Yours is not mine, mine is not yours
You are bilious
If you had loved me, our journey together would have been beautiful
Our way? You would have had a way, but now there is another, different one
Yours and his, not mine; solitude
Don't hope so
If you had loved me, our love would have been an eternal journey
Our way? I would have been your way, but the pavement is already cracked
The road would have been yours, overgrown with weeds, loneliness
I'm not coming back
In her school The Readily Received:
Staff didn’t let herself be deceived
By flashed smiles finer than “How are you?”
“Last-minute sack letter always slew!”
A Good Montessori’s Love letter
Teachers handed it “See you, later”
And one had flared at me “Betrayer!”
For with speaker I was her payer:
“Miss Janice, time for your envelope
Plus Mummy’s Best Wishes as you cope…”
Tremble instruction I’d obeyed
And back home would lie in brooding bed:
A directoress that promptly pays
But eternally watching your ways,
Not once, not twice bilious anger grew:
A child in Rejected Red, not Blue…
A female teacher in trousers gone:
She shall her finish with Russian Gun;
One in body hug or the sleeveless
A quite mad thing as good as useless;
The Married risking poor child spacing
Their names on staff list to start tracing:
“Serious teachers their salaries need
No dime for ones who often breast feed.”
The truth became hideous
While lies turned delicious
I was not fastidious
Neither was I insidious
Only slightly bilious
Because I was lascivious
Though in truth, I was oblivious
That I rotated into supercilious
Even though I was punctilious!
All Dreams Deferred
By Sy Roth
Bilious, they lay there in a somnolent heap
Dreams imprisoned.
Langston toed them, and lethargically they wiggled
But could not rise from the ashes of their sadness.
The dreams that once took residence
Wallow now in unfilled, charmless trifles
Like an uncapped bottle of cheap champagne
Its bubbles let loose into the ether--
A flat, unquenching drink.
Is there yet a miracle in terra infirma---
A thorned crown, stigmata of pierced palms.
Speared middle
To awaken dreams from the icy prisons?
It’s a drain to function
In an eclectic world where all spread a pall over everything,
Hums sad tunes, funeral dirges to dead friends,
Dying in inches
Toward inevitable endings,
Wishing only for a tranquil pass around the Inferno
Only to end up
A wheelchair-bound lump of decaying flesh
With Nordic icy beaches
A hirsute blanket for eternity
Listening to the song of the worms
As they paddle their way through the soil and you
Ingesting your dreams.
Like a pack of howling wolves in need of prey,
A wounded urban psyche strains its gnarled voice,
Motherless, fatherless, ice cold pavement waif,
Wee small hours plight
The rocks of his facade dispatched in ghost trains
for those ghoulish oil float gutters to imbibe,
Back street burden stray, schooled in fringe art fables,
Phantom kite chaser
Eerie street lights peer into an aimless soul,
Clouds of pea soup fog engulf his raw foot slink,
Firefly knotted angst or bilious grumble,
Trash can tummy fare
But still he ambles on, inner plagues in charge
as loafers from the underworld gawk and gape,
Pithy, a phased out coin for snow cap straggler,
dead of night orphan.
Date Poem Submitted : 19 th Of July 2020
Title : A Dark Underbelly
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
The thunder in your voice precocious in the dawn
Mighty tower of white crashing down a frothy song
As sand shook beneath my shore planted feet
The rushing wave covered the beach like a sheet
Ominous the clouds overhead trying to complete
Steely grey mood marries horizon to sky and fierce sea
As shore birds dip and dive in momentary shadow fall
Their wings lift above the relentless roiling brawl
A flash of light as thunder answers thunders call
Closer the blackened smudge comes the summer storm
Quick my steps of retreat before the cold rain spills
My vision full of mother natures’ bilious thrills
written June 2, 2020
Brian's Select 3 contest 7-3-2020 NA
Untitled (2008)
In the depth of night I crept
and slowly witnessed a being glowing
bilious to ponder
and sat
sat down on the bed
of which i had crawled out of already
i looked up
bright - ah - bright
crackling in my heart
and it groaned
and waved
i waved
all in the depth of night
Parad(em)ise
Dangling from a stolid chandelier of empty shadows
Her threadbare strings attached to vacant promises
Jemima has tried every angle of escape and refuge
Her make up faded and the jester’s façade burrowed
Deep into macabre deluded weather worn charades
She tries to gloss her lips but all she draws is blood
The empty bottle of juniper spirits by her naked thigh
A cannula of channelled happiness on desiccated skin
She powders her limp face in the vapour of a light bulb
Wired on Tungsten filament’s flushed out enlightenment
Beyond reproach and one line closer to a final curtain
She smells the fetid dungeon’s stench within and gags
Draped in the puke’s perfume and sickly acid bilious scent
She walks no further than the seedy river’s edge’s contempt
Offers herself free to the highest bidder and bids farewell
Just as the fairy tale fails to fall on prowling taste’s demise
One lonely taker strikes her bust in one fell swoop at last
Takes her dearest ink pumped skin that spelt ‘Only For You’
06th February 2019
I am stuck in a Snow Globe with you
And there is nothing on earth I can do
How did I get here; I haven’t a clue
More importantly, who the hell are you
I remember one evening after downing a few
In the corner you sat dressed in black, legs askew
But how did we get here, please tell me; who knew
Trapped inside a Snow Globe forever we two
There is somebody shaking this Globe; what to do
We are flung all around, snowflakes drifting anew
I’m feeling quite bilious and beginning to spew
and gazing at you I see you puking too
We comfort each other, what else can we do
As slowly we smile and we sit for a while
We talk of our lives, full of trouble and strife
The agro, the stress, maybe life here is best
Now known as the couple who live in the Globe
We are on view to all in our brand new abode
But safe and secure no more worries or trouble
Together forever in our Snowy Globe bubble
2nd December 2018
Competition: Christmas Cheer – Stuck in a Snow Globe with you
Sponsor: Kim Rodriques
2nd placement
Contest Strand Choice X
Sponsor Brian Strand
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