You cut the rivers in half
bulldozed the banks edge
bristled the green trees
and threw florid ladies into the vetch
your old winkles
falling into shredded paper
your conversation not always edifying
Categories:
bulldozer, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
super
duper
pooper
scooper
Categories:
bulldozer, word play,
Form: Footle
The Still Innocent
Pockets an offered cent
The-Hundred-Times-Less-Than-A-Dollar
Only the crazy singly obliges a caller.
The Still Innocent
Always tightening fingers on a cent
Waits for The White Collar
For an honestly earned dollar
Or The Less Intellectual Blue
In many companies still true.
The No Longer Innocent
Perfectly knows the scent
Of the more-Than-A-Cent
And close to one, acts no Saint
Nor would his wishes repaint
Deprived of it simply faint …
The No-longer-Innocent
Is at heart rent
After an honest gift you sent
Valued but just above a cent.
The woman still innocent
Says “Enough that my Guy is a Gent”
Only a Real Rabblerouser
To ably sell her The Vile Intent
And A Buffeting Bulldozer
To have her bent …
The Still Innocent And The No Longer
Betray different hunger.
Categories:
bulldozer, character, conflict, passion, people,
Form: Rhyme
Walking the path I know to be the way
The path in which I was born
There comes a bulldozer
Making me a new way
Ruffling my smooth way, my religion
With flimsy sand of thoughts
and glory
Promising life in death and fulfilment
The new Islam seems brilliant,
luxurious, exotic and rubbish
comes with rejection of
many things, sunnah
My aging Islam, a pleasant
smiles with tolerance
warm accommodation
I stand on a point in the labyrinth
listening to the songs
of both paths
they both sing in a tone
That makes me lost
Of which part to take.
Categories:
bulldozer, adventure,
Form: Free verse