Sovereign or martyr thus gravitas none dolorous,
dirge has keyed the grave motif to your succubus,
organs glistening as the innards burst vile viscera,
to bite on carbon release hammers sledge Invictus.
Not impressive but knot is a slip on your own noose,
gathering to watch a struggle as the buckets kicked,
amusing when the rope snaps and the monster runs,
turns executioner hacks away your scurvy populace.
Digress thus invitation to a horrid melancholy siege,
maelstrom of pianist crescendo a litany reverie,
masquerade these fair maidens as whomever,
still a mask and the rest of your face is plain to see.
Dreams are made not to be accompanied by meanderings of creatures of the lesser deities for the reaper is the end to everything this your prayers will not save you from the scythe’s guillotine.
Enjoy your expendability,
know that I do,
with that I take my leave,
soaking to bathe and wash off your crimson grief.
Categories:
canopies, dark, deep, earth, gothic,
Form: Free verse
Jack Frost inks Fall canopies
as orange, scarlet, and gold
atop deciduous trees
flutter in the breeze.
Categories:
canopies, autumn, change, color, image,
Form: Dodoitsu
Your canopies' call
to wake them up from their sleep...
mere touch will not do
© kashinath karmakar (25th June 2011)
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Categories:
canopies, passion, romance
Form: Senryu
Canopies did bloom
Lady Autumn had her say
Winter she invites
Categories:
canopies, nature, seasonsautumn,
Form: Haiku
Manhattan hi-rise nestles
a yawning head-in-the-clouds woman
ready for another consumptive day.
Shod in Choo's, coifed in beige
arising from a long slender nape,
she leaves her nest
after a wave to Amin, her Bichon Frise.
Down-to-the-lobby sashay,
swinging a Gucci full of plastic,
belies an air of loneliness
as she walks to a waiting limousine.
Always caged, the smile is frozen
beneath a botoxed brow.
And the point of it all?
Well, for this life ...
there isn't one.
Categories:
canopies, life
Form: Free verse