His intrinsic calamity of calmness
burning down my bugbears
meticulous admirer that you are
lifting me through the stairs of Arcadia
with this brutal force of ocean’s nature,
re-reading the solitude of memories
the real unfolding the fictional underneath
to profess and pass through the infinite
treasuring the hearts of the time
like a favourite book of mine
Categories:
bugbears, cute, feelings, flying, happy,
Form: Free verse
Miss Puffy when you died ,dead did I feel
Left my mind dazed with a hole in my heart
You had heart problems It felt so unreal
Wanted to die that day my poor sweetheart
Mr Puffy your death feels me with dread
Bleeding from the mouth, you so did scare me
I rushed. to the vet,he said your cat’s dead
Didn’t do things right, my fault, I do plea
The vet said my cat did die of heat drain
Mr Puffy pawed me the day before
Did my laxness cause your death and my pain
I checked out the bugbears I surely swore
In cat heaven I hope you’re happy too
If reborn, a better owner you get
Mr Puffy forgive me I love you
Then you’ll be happy I have no regrets
Categories:
bugbears, death, grief,
Form: Elegy
I was suffering from extreme cold,
And my Maths teacher told,
You’ll be giving a test,
And you’ll have to be your best.
The cold is to be blamed,
As the barrier of my life,
Of course, it is to be blamed,
And I’ll have to strife.
Will this headache stop?
Will it stop affecting my body’s top?
Oh, I’ll have to surmount,
And clean the cough which is in large amount.
And exams are near,
Oh, they’re bugbears,
They’ve increased my fears,
This thing, again an’ again, I won’t hear.
And especially of Maths which is menacing,
When will I be joyously dancing?
Maths, I fold my hands in front of you,
Why, in you, my marks are very few?
Though, I love you too.
I love to solve sums so new.
And I’m telling in this rhyme,
I need time,
The cold and silly mistakes are responsible,
Good marks, in Maths, eh feasible?
I'm fed up from this cold,
See my problem in this poem of mine,
Cold, cold go away,
I want to be fit and fine.
Categories:
bugbears, anger,
Form: I do not know?