Today’s the U.S. Open Final
Taking place in Queens,
With Alcaraz and Sinner
Front and center on our screens.
We’ve been told the prez will be on hand
And, while the anthem plays,
All the cameras will be focused
On the bluster he displays.
Yet to show how things have changed,
A memo managed to get sent
To the broadcast booths of every station
Brooking no dissent –
No booing of the U.S. king
Should make it on the air.
If such disruptions do get shown,
Well, broadcasters, beware!
This censorship just reinforces
How low we have sunk.
Our former democratic values
Certainly have shrunk.
Categories:
brooking, america,
Form: Rhyme
Driving in the rain’s a pain.
A normal speed you can’t maintain.
The droplets cause your eyes to strain
And there’s a lot of tension.
In your lane you must remain
Since it is hard to ascertain
If someone else might hydroplane
(Though never his intention).
In rain terrain you can’t complain
For water’s needed to sustain
The plants and trees which, in the main,
Don’t need our intervention.
Yet there’s no gain to just refrain
From stating what is very plain –
Driving in the rain’s a pain.
(I’m brooking no dissension!)
Categories:
brooking, rain,
Form: Rhyme
The silver sparkles in her smile
The vermilion arch of her lips
Her warm velvet chuckle
The tufts of hair brooking down her spine
The millions gold of her breast
Ardent lust gleamed in her blush
My heart tramped louder than hoofs
I drooled before the shrine of her glamour
The dust of passion rose fervent
Lucent, glistened our intents
Hooters leaned against the other's
And the gale of our breaths paced to the same trill
The shackles of her grip were
An impalpable touch to my soul
We played tint in the pink of daffodils
Under the pine fern
In the ochre of the sne'ky sunbeams
The boughs stripped shade before
The topaz sitting in her dimples
Minstrel rose with every kiss
The sways of ****** tinged us
In the lichen, symbiotic to the fern
Her buccal is a brink of honey
Every kiss occupied every hole
Every space in my parched heart
Her kisses are rockets to isles beyond the universe
A shole of butterflies wreathed garlands in whorls
The raceme of matrimonial blossomed out
The bride stood on the dais of my heart
----- Yes I do -----
Sighed our slugged blinks
Categories:
brooking, kiss, love, magic, sexy,
Form: Free verse
INSTINCT
no fantasy fool
of influence
no brooking
interpretations
vinebranched veins
intuition causing
winecultured
realizations
no airy formless
misconception
no seeing through
the looking glass
only sunbeams of
scorchedmarks
commanding
sky vista’s prompt
abbreviation
words defining mottled lining
prose describing
characterizing
instincts of
obscurity
© Kim van Breda—14 September 2015
Categories:
brooking, irony,
Form: Free verse
Last Days
Trembling with trepidation,
You count days lived and enjoyed
Hamstrung with anxiety, stock take
Time your future has destroyed;
You seem to wait with baited breath
To evaluate what you achieved
And, find with a lot of chagrin
That forever you’ll be aggrieved.
Aggrieved for not giving Love
To Friends, Family and to Self
Aggrieved for not using the chance-
Now a dusty relic on the shelf!
Adopt elation of a consummate
Who does Last Days approach
Content with trials and triumphs
Brooking no regret or reproach:
Who harboured the right gear
To face adverse clime to come
Like a Hunter from the Wild Cold
Happy to head off for Home!
JM
17th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
brooking,
Form: Rhyme