Brood Poems

Brood

Over solemn matters men brood.
Whoever does not clearly crude;
One is anxious to win a feud: 
The face of Jude facing The Rude
And I say: it’s the right mood;
The countenance of The Shrewd, 
For when it is shrewd follows food.

Over the life-changing I brood
As I wish to hear The Good;
Not like leaves shake where I’ve stood

Mood and Brood

They claim my words are rather rude
My ink is refined human sense
My presence will bolster the brood
They claim my words are rather rude
Faults thrive in reed and grasslands dense
Through every gloomy, dampen mood
They claim my words are rather rude
My ink is refined human sense

Written: October 03, 2022

Slow Drip Brood

Lagging the sunrise, he sizes the day
Sleep was a stranger, came deep in the night
Try though he may, he can not make a plan
His instincts tell him not all will be well
Coping, there between moping and hoping
Pouring coffee, ignoring the cough he
developed, enveloped in sweat last night
Off to the shower, he's dreading the hour,
the 405

Brood, the Mood

Brood, the mood, infused by thoughts rude
And yet we trauma bond
Time’s now to change our attitude
And love’s the magic wand

Delighting in joy’s sneeze
Presence obtains release 
From our thinking disease

Thoughts intrude
Brood, the mood

06-August-2022
Quietus 

Desiring's Brood

Unguarded, from out that pit
For heart's place, capacious
Burn on up, Desiring's brood.
Winged vipers, rapacious.

There's luxury's diamond-backed
Skinned regeneration.
And lust, more horrid looking.
With reddish streaks thereon.

Last of the Brood

Here lies the last of the brood
Though always sloshed, never rude
Fame and fortune eluded him
So, he filled himself up to the brim
Always there when we would call
He died from drinking alcohol.

written February 26, 2022

Perversions Brood

To stand to the line, no other choice I find'
That sand is where, the truth must now dare.
The earth having  been  ever  the same
Since dawn of time, too fleet lifes wane'
I never drew this line untrue'
Articles of conflict; yet along it grew!
It was devised by perjured souls, 
Who rail at eterity and

A Heavy Heart

A heavy heart
Makes for a new start
Life is finite
Time to be contrite

Apologies for recommending life
Insurance brings less strife
Farewell my friends, good
Others will save and invest for your brood

Brood Parasites

A lesbian with a twisted plan
The deadliest of all scams
Working out a way to reproduce and spry
She donated eggs like the cuckoldry
Later gathering info on unexpected couples
And monitor the progress of her post natals
Until the time finally comes
For her to gather her young
With the unexpected couples slaughter
She ran away with her three daughters
Different city
Different identity
The

Time's Weavings, As I Brood Upon Them

Time's Weavings, As I Brood Upon Them

Shut inside  windows open W I D E
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in tight circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself in memories
Lending textures to the future,
Pains and pleasures,
Loves and losses, 
Bitter, sweet,
All fall together to become tomorrow,
To break apart and cycle on again.

Outdoors, beyond a

The Brood of Vipers

Do not be greedy for material possessions
in spiritual people paradox of lust.
Be concern with spiritual poverty
for physical poverty will pass.

Fear not the one who can kill your body,
but fear the one who can kill your soul.
You are not to be like the business man,
who builds Ponzi scheme and steals monies from people.

You are not to

Odin's Brood

Odin's Brood



Tyr, Ziu and Saxnot triple threats to the giants*
Hermoor, Heimdallr, Magni and Thor all so defiant
gods of might and power, protectors of sweet earth
Odin's brave brood , courage and strength since birth

Vali, so very set on revenge and great destruction
so skilled in the guiles of seduction and abduction
Mani, shines with force , moon god

I Brood

I brood at the enterprise of man in the human cosmos
Cosmos drifting into anarchy
As the angel flirt over the dark
As in the beginning.

Proud of His Brood

Taking care of my kids
Was the biggest of bids
And with all of the fun
I know what was won

Wish I could live on forever
But no-one is that clever
So I will try to hand on
What I’ve learned before gone

In a way we live on
From a light that once shone
And our kids are the portal
That does make us

Brood

She told them so,
And they heard it so,
Now she still tells them
But they hear some of it so,
And the rest they hear as they want to,
She has still not stopped telling them,
Now they hear a part and not hear another,
Rest they hear as they like,
She still tells them,
Now they hear her no more,
They have now

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