Pregnant poets presume;
Perpetual poems preparation,
Painstakingly prevents poor performance.
It's blisteringly dry.
Martian, winedark, overweight -
No lawns on this mesa of millet-baked pie,
To make this crater straight.
No spades here, no scraping rake.
Just sharp sticks, blood-bricked mortar.
Berbers camp here for old time's sake,
But can't stay; as there's no water.
In this sahara's nape,
There sinks this winderly dome.
Winedark, martian, squat-blooded black grape,
The Nomads' ruined home.
Its winedark walls're muralled,
Of a grand god grazed by honest plague.
His gentle green ways enmarbled,
Wonderfully weathered, and vague.
He sent no fire or floods,
So those drifters still kiss his hand.
He let grave waves pave their jungly woods,
In a lawnless scheme most grand.
Ancient bone-sands, sifting.
Campfire rise, boots trace.
Dead trees' shoots forever lifting
That Martian, winedark place.
The green god grins, in a mirror's embrace.
The dome, squat-blooded, has an ozyman grace;
If lawned, he'd have deserted it, its peoples displaced;
And there'd be less life living upon his face.
It's blisteringly faithfully rot,
it's intangible as it's deserving of all,
so many signs,
and signatures to boot...
The wreathe in the sky,
the tree rotation eye,
end of all eagerness,
dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..
The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,
and an evening star,
and a really far far...
A bolt-on accessory capable of being
Bolted to truck without crumbling
One like a thunder bolt rumbling
On a hundred distant track
This thunder bolt is a super machine of sorts
Perfected into a system of receptacle ports
Bolt is an example of that perfection
Bolt has legs rather than tyre pegs
A perfectly sculpted knees rather than alloy wheels
Boltedly stable, dependable, reliable, efficient and magnificent
Technologically cutting-edge and blisteringly fast
Reminding all a 9.68 times past
A Ferrari ready to stand against the all deadly-bolted thunder
Mind you, humble not the thunder whose bolt you hear rumble
A gun boomed and rumbled all around
A swift bolt rumbles out of the blue
Vroom vrooom vroooom vrooooom……. A thunder bolt machine
Speed is his thrill
A lightning bolt more than a Ferrari?
Mind boggling, intriguing, captivating
Mr. Thunder Bolt you left a trail of devastation
What is your destination?
"An Olympic vacation sir, a trip from Kingston to London to blaze a new world record"
Well-done Mr. Thunder Bolt! See you again in Rio de Janeiro