At dawn and dusk the birdsongs busk;
The highlights of my day.
I'd gladly waste out every hour,
as they sing out our their hearts for no pay
I'd go without food or water
Until my eyes dried out
My ears bled from the tones
And I'd happily pass away
Categories:
busk, bird, dark, death, july,
Form: Rhyme
Twas' a mellowing twilight on the end of the day
Where the whispers of dusk benignly sway
when the weary traveler of orange bid adieu
varnishing the sky with amber and blue
As the shadows lengthen and daylight wanes
Couldn't endure enough of what my eye gains
The chaotic screams of the day departed at the dusk
The halcyon prevails with its demandless busk
So ended the beatific nightfall
an enrapturing memory I could forever recall.
Categories:
busk, introspection, nature, perspective, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Afore the dusk
My soul's frail, lone, and goner
Sadness cover' me like a busk
Concern' who's to be the new coiner?
While only nix available was flunk
Onset of the defunct night.
I falter in gripe on the cot
Just as a caged cat surround' by rats
My soul start' roving around the spot
The air taken began choking
As helpless baby, my elephant was on squat
I thought the defunct bell was ringing.
After a deep sleep
I woke to get myself in fear
Enclos' by bystanders in weep
My floor fill' with drops of rain
Us' as arctic for the high degrees
All were mysteries of the defunct night.
Categories:
busk, fear, gothic, scary,
Form: Other
I woke up with a tickle in my heart
And shine in my eyes
The day was as marvelous as the flower cart
As if the bee got the nectar after many tries
The trees were singing as if for me
The paper was inviting
I took my pen and we
Started our journey of writing
Today not only me
But my heart was smiling too
I think I saw what I couldn't see
In myself under the marvelous blue
And as soon it was dusk
I took out my heels from the shelf
And in no time I created a busk
Because today I was proud of myself
Categories:
busk, 10th grade, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
All the time smelling of musk,
On a road willing to busk,
Now an Elephant with tusk,
Ready to hang on till dusk,
But the songs sung Empty Husk...
Third World Poor Entertainer
For footwear Red cortina...
An ironic misery,
Where a Brown owns livery
And lives in a plain luxury;
To his girlfriends ivory
And newest catch Burberry
Catch who tells men "No story!"
Always show women "Glory"...
A scene one meets in Third World:
Fewer chosen from few called;
Hungry struggling poor talent
Obeying not The Salient.
Categories:
busk, animal, anxiety, beautiful, character,
Form: Rhyme
It’s true, at first it gave me pause
To busk among these stable stalls.
But since there’s cause to deck the halls,
Why not be jolly, too?
Been from here to Timbuktu
And played some funky gigs. but this?
Between the manger and the wise guys… good Lord!
Faith may be noble, but ignorance is bliss.
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum…
Categories:
busk, allegory, christmas,
Form: Verse
It’s true, at first it gave me pause
To busk among these stable stalls.
But since there’s cause to deck the halls,
Why not be jolly, too?
Been from here to Timbuktu
And played some funky gigs. but this?
Between the manger and the wise guys… good Lord!
Faith may be noble, but ignorance is bliss.
Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum,
Rum-pum-pum-pum…
Categories:
busk, allegory, christmas,
Form: Verse
"Amazing Grace"
Life was throwing rocks.
My bruises were getting sorer,
I reaped what l sow when l saw the wrath of Saul in my soul,
Dear God, being of the flesh is a humungus task, thus he went to hell and back for my sins l shall forever busk onto his merciful cloak.
I had to become a Postulant.
The devils set traps for me and my loved ones like he did with Job so my faith can be examined.... Well bad news for you lucifer l am not one to give up for l know that my redeemer lives!
I shall rise again and again until the heavens take me.
I shall speak of his existence and Miracles and no amount of pain can silence me for my God is powerful through Christ l am sancro-sanctified.
Categories:
busk, baptism, care, christian,
Form: Free verse
'' My Savior "
I am complacent!
God is with me, at all times.
I am blessed!
Highly favoured,
Forever graced.
Who am I in this life that you constantly,
Look after me, walk with me, busk in my shadow, I am forever in awe...?
I owe it all to him,
I give him all the glory! He makes me shine in darkness.
He is my Savior!
Categories:
busk, africa, america, angel, anti
Form: Free verse
example
category
television
carriage
example
busk
rythem
fright
basket
stroll
example
landlord
clean
cockeral park
Categories:
busk, write, writing,
Form: Senryu
"Denmother, this forlorn morn
I'll be without Her scorn..
Gone from Her deceptive songs,
Never again shall I do wrongs!"
Seventh summer Moon arose,
My life drawing to a close
and sleep with daemon kin,
A silver halo above my grin.
There She stood; an Angel tarred
Ringed by silver as the maypole barred,
Bewinged like the horizon at autumn's dusk
Clad in black, Cruella's orgasmic busk
Darkened eclipse clad my soul
Noose my neck of pagan coal.
Phantom breath where sex and grim-
A gothick romance, Lucifer's hymn
Another Angel fallen, drowned on the crimson sea,
No more depressive gospels, being whispered to me.
No more Heaven to welcome, this self inflicted glee.
Cheated life's judgement, just to be set free...
Categories:
busk, angst, anxiety, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
Underneath the glow of dusk
I see some street people that busk
An open case just by their feet
And people dancing to their beat
They do the songs they know so well
That people have to sit a spell
I seat myself to watch a bit
What do you know they play a hit
And then I rise to walk away
But turn back round to hear them play
A song I have not heard for years
It makes me think and brings some tears
It’s something from my horrid past
I’m just kidding my life’s a blast
We sure can say we did it right
And even did without a fight
My mind is noise inside my brain
That has me racing like a train
My hopes are that I don’t derail
If impaired I’d go to jail
Never drink and drive around
You may never get to make a sound
Like a wolf howling at the moon
Goodnight my friends I’ll see you soon
Categories:
busk, adventurepeople, me, people,
Form: I do not know?
Surrendered visions
floating on river time
full of empty honor
illusion in torment
Beating a chest
hollow
echoing the sadness
of lost joy
an inner path
to nowhere
and everywhere
merged in thoughts
this paradox
of life
Tempt me with happiness
pulling it away
holding
signing timed fears
to missed chance
marking this broken
dance to busk
crumbling in dust
ever fragile
and never to stop
as in ceased time
steep steps of sorrow
drop tears into
the stones that wisdom laid
Categories:
busk, sad
Form: Free verse