Desolate clown's
traveling train
tours famed cities
onto quaint towns.
He mimicks glee
for his ousted
heart's sutures
are dismissive
frowns.
Balloon twisting's
what he knows--
cause joggeling act
makes kids mope;
And sparking globe-nose
bombards
the Top's bleachers
with plumes
of blinding smoke.
His onesie sports
ink-stains for color;
And oily-face
with white base
sweating turns
cream-soupy butter;
Shoved and ridiculed
by crowds-even peers,
cause he studders.
His Mass Bay clown
soles have holes--
with grimy socks,
torn by nails and corns.
Grey's his story--
when a caboose's
the only corner
where he
can call home.
He'll tumbling fall
to gain their laughs-
cringing weeps
in silence--
from prying eyes.
The show must go on--
cause he's a star;
Like his forefathers
before him-since then past on.
Placed bar of soap in water bottle creates soapy water doesn't mean that it's ottabe drinking, just because your mouth is stinking. The oily palace residue bombards, your throat sets a bitter brew. Though your mouth may have older this ivory soap Wasn't meant to be deluded. The bar soap was meant to stop you from being verbally abusive.
5/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
2. "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Samual Taylor Coleridge
Wailing wind amid strongest ocean storm
Night falls swiftly on tumultuous scene
Sailors aware for they have been well-warned
This is their reality not a dream.
Through long hours before sun ordains to rise
Neptune's wrath bombards with no sign of grace
Mariners strong, elements they defy
Lighthouse aids battle and fear is erased.
As ocean's tantrum slowly does abate
Sunrise breaks through the darkest of dark night
Yet, sailors' love of ocean 'tis innate
Phlegmatic, fearless men removed from fright.
The time is obviously drawing near
When everyone must take a stand,
In fact, it is my only lingering fear
Lawlessness is overtaking our land.
I observe it spreading rampantly
The time is obviously drawing near,
News media bombards us constantly
With accounts we don’t want to hear.
I am afraid my conscience will sear
As I hear the horrid stories too often
The time is obviously drawing near,
When we see the little child’s coffin.
I am not one who is easily alarmed
Our society must soon change gear,
Clearly, forewarned is to be prepared
The time is obviously drawing near.
Written June 7, 2022
As August day darkens with sunset
There are always those
Who cannot let go of the summer
The sail of the boat on Torch Lake
First a yellow flame
To the match of last sunray
Now
With the hills extinguishing last light
Sail becomes ash gray of a hard rain
Dissolving to black night
No guiding lights
To save it from the innocent
A pirate ship of skull and bones
Held captive to the noose
Of the windless
The cannon of universe
Finishes it
Bombards the lake with falling stars.
Humour is sometimes used to cover up sadness
To deal with events that interfere with our gladness
Our body's defence
To protect us against
Depression when it bombards us with blackness
Humour is sometimes used to cover up sadness
To deal with events that interfere with our gladness
Our body's defense
To protect us against
Depression when it bombards us with blackness
AUDIBLE HORRIBLE
hearing paddling away
think silence bouquet
PALETTE TRAGIC
taste creel caught
meals easier bought
EMOTIONAL REVERSAL
warship bombards feelings
cheaper dental drillings
OLFACTORY REFRACTORY
smell setting sail
restroom odors bail
VISUAL PITIFUL
eyesight in lifeboat
memorize your remote
LOGIC FROLIC
mind barge bound
serenity island found
... CayCay
October 19, 2018
(written for contest)
Puppy Love
Month after month, but it feels like years!!
My son has constantly pounded my ears
He wants a dog, to love and look after
But this family addition, would be a disaster
There are periods in time, with no mention of the hound
When my guard is down, a new attack is found
With repeated vigour, he bombards me again
“Can I have a dog.......I’ve thought of a name”?
I begin to weaken, the pressure’s too great
Advice is given, but it’s far too late
I have started to plot, and even scheme
How to fulfil, the four legged dream
When my head clears, I suss things out
My role will be nurse-maid, to a very wet snout
Cleaning and feeding would be my domain
Whilst my son does walkies ..........now and again!!
Philip Royle copyright © 2012
What has no hands but grip
Tight and squeezes out your courage?
What whispers warnings in your Ear and makes you lose all sanity?
What has no fangs yet bites down Hard and causes bravery to bleed?
What has no from yet invades your dreams at night and Bombards your sleep?
What cannot feel anything yet never stop to reap?
What tells you it cannot be done yet can’t bear any burden?
What catches you throughout your life notwithstanding its delicate trap?
What keeps you on your knees and faith, prisoner, victim, slave?
What only squeezes it scold grip moments before the grave?
What wastes a life and feels remorse, anguish, grief, and concern?
What suppresses your desire all life long, then makes you long for more?
What has no blade yet does kill you and consumes you in your hallucinations that’s just your dismay?
The thoughts of her tear my soul a p a r t
A conceptual mortar bombards my thought plain
Could it be true? Could I produce something real?
Something tangible, other than an abstract idea
floating on paper or in my mind?
But, I didn’t even try! I did not try to play God!
God made her, not me…
She is too perfect
my other work all so bland,
It is too strange to be true…
I didn’t know I possessed the talent to produce grace or beauty
I must have plagiarized a better artist’s work.
Yet, her copyright bears my trademark.
I am no Architect of Man….
You must have came from angels.
I am at most a prophet, I suppose.
The work of God, its decided.
When she grows, I will tell her
Of her divine heritage…
It skips along carefree
But where is its comrades?
The golden guard watches down
Like a burning tyrant.
Hurried along toward the abyss
it descends into wooden warriors.
Familiar faces, now feared faces
For they stand incensed that their cover is blown.
Free from the chains
It gathers pace towards the lowering light.
Crisp and golden, it's skin crumples under the heat
It begs for more time and the elements to show mercy.
The breeze laughs.
The sky cries.
Hail bombards.
The wolf of the sky howls and prowls.
Lonely and forlorn, it enters into a place of wonder,
A place of hope.
The rumbling rages but it lies in peace,
Under the warmth of the unknown
Silence consumes it.
The lion above is defeated by the dark lord.
The breeze bites.
The rain trickles.
The haze flutters.
The whispers of the wind echo
"Until we meet again"
My elusive Valentine didn’t visit once again
Day in and day out, heart wide open, taking strain
Candles, hearts, chocolates, poetry and prose
Another year, alone, forlorn, the absence of a rose
Messages of love and admiration stream to my phone
Waiting with bated breath, I need his heart, his alone
Smiling, hiding, masking the tears
It’s just an ordinary day, I say, it quells my fears
Red, red, the colour of love
It bombards me, in my face, like an aggressive shove
Eyes tightly shut, memories flood
Consistency is key, presence and love I need as much as the body needs blood
Elusive Valentine, you have another chance to appear
Same time, same date, next and every year
Humour is sometimes used to cover up sadness
To deal with events that interfere with our gladness
Our body's defence
To protect us against
Depression when it bombards us with blackness
© Jack Ellison 2015
Yellow leaves fall
Harsh humid heat;
Earth gathers debris
~~~~~~~~~
Time runs away
Space now bereft;
A change of heart
~~~~~~~~~
Empty space
Nothing much here;
Going away present
~~~~~~~~~
Odd couple here
East meets West;
Lovely colours
~~~~~~~~~
Old lady sells
Daily newspapers;
Sidewalk news sermon
~~~~~~~~~
Humid hot day
Fiery sun bombards;
SPF29 still tans
~~~~~~~~~
Morning crystal ball
Mirror exposure;
Wrinkles and grey hair
~~~~~~~~~
Earthquake tremors
Nepalese tragedy;
So many deaths
~~~~~~~~~
Sense deep loss
Houses collapsing;
Hard times overwhelm
~~~~~~~~~
Tears and pain
Sorry affairs;
Disaster recovery
~~~~~~~~~
Poise styles
Heavy hearts mourn;
News highlights tell
~~~~~~~~~
Crimson colours
A red sun burns;
Rain dilutes blaze
~~~~~~~~~
Young lady walks
Brown poodle;
Shoes on canine feet
~~~~~~~~~
Just fancy that:
Bad reviews *****;
Footsteps retreat
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy dandelions
Cottony seeds fly;
Swirling sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2015
Singapore
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