Gleeful roses turn to sullen churls,
And virgin smiles of shyest brides
Soonest morph into widowed furls;
Sad victims of your ill-bladed tides.
Swearing lovers of staunchest troth
Must sample your bitterest swill too,
And forfeit bonds of grandest worth,
As you gaily gloat like vilest foes do.
Most ardent toilers all hours round
In shady hands fattest gains leave,
Mowed to abysses dark worlds far;
To aliens you their ripe labors give.
And not even sure-shooting hunters still,
Can with all probity wait to taste their kill.
Bards of sharpest wits and niftiest tropes,
Thus must bow and trim ink’s wild hopes.
Your dial’s dual fangs envenom all matter,
And you’re Joy’s most culpable Saboteur!
Categories:
churls, age, allegory, allusion, betrayal,
Form: Imagism
The leaves are dead and rotting
The fish buried under the mud
The bear is in his cave sleeping
Snow floats down from above
The Earth is solidly frozen
While my heart burns with such heat
For you, my love who was chosen
To deliver me from the deep
Deep, dark depths of solitude
Flash of lightning under the waves
The water churls and whirls into
A funnel of death and decay
Above, your own storm whirling
Black thunder clouds, howling winds
We send our Souls out hurling
To crash together and to blend
But what sweet blending it is!
The twist of our mutual storms
The sunrise of our hearts begin
Such bliss it is to see the morn.
Categories:
churls, dark, love, symbolism,
Form: Ballad
Catwalks
Crowd gawks
Wont style
Forced smile
Strike pose
Fake nose
Weird strut
Flat butt
Scant curves
Unnerves
Small-hipped
Lunch skipped
Stick-thin
Chagrin
Faux tan
Pecan
Plucked brow
Used plough?
Long lash
Bleached 'tache
Plump lips
Veiled nips
Waxed mound
Astound
Forebear
Despair
Sweet girls
Morph churls
Sly pout
Grim trout
Taut thighs
All lies
Make hot
Post-shot
Airbrushed
Not hushed
Mere gaud
Defraud
Model?
Twaddle!
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25 November 2017
For the "Footle Form - Sequenced or Stand-Alone" contest, sponsored by Brian Strand.
Categories:
churls, america, beauty, culture, humorous,
Form: Footle
CARPE DIEM
(In memory of Robin Williams—“Seize the Day”©Dead Poets Society)
as I write and as you read
time churls and runs its
furious speed
never be a victim of
down cast past events
hold onto love
launch with cosmic lightning storms
through all explosions
our life transforms
unlock cold winter days
let warmth and light shine
with praise ablaze
choose paths least travelled
explore whilst new encounters
are unravelled
where roads run to the ocean
and the ocean
runs forever
into
Infinity
SEIZE
THE
DAY
© Kim van Breda—13 August 2014
Categories:
churls, courage, dream, inspiration, poets,
Form: Carpe Diem
In the castle of her longings
She awaits the drawbridgr lowering
In her piled days many endings
Times anxiety behind her panting
She awaits the coming of her love
Sir knight with constant memories
Her heart within her a restless dove
Until the water dries ... agonies.
She is castled in time and faith
The green moat of doubt circles round
The sweet heart's primeval gate
The horse' hoofs is every distant sound
Time is her enemy and his will
Her deliverer to become
His quick sword shines in the misty chill
He's made his vow for her freedom.
Great stead and lover swiftly fly
Dragons and demons, churls and despots
Read anxiety dread in his eye
The sun will rise where their vile blood clots
For this knight carries a cross now long
And prayer his page and armour
He marches with an angelic throng
Till him to flee, he that devour
His bride, his bride his love shall redeem
And by the river they shall play
For time is only folly and dream
In love's pure arms time has no say.
Categories:
churls, adventure, love, romancetime, prayer,
Form: Lay
I walk through life with a smile,
a fake one frozen on my face
You would think me a child,
if tears fell down my face.
I'm strong in a storm of razors and salt;
wearing my smile through the painful assault.
And I’ll never let you know
how you hurt me so.
I want you to see:
My little world of false happy.
My goal to see you hurt,
you and your little flirt.
I see you smile at that girl.
My stomach knots and churls.
Vomit wants behind my lips
when you run your hands to her hips.
So I will fake a smile,
and laugh the whole while.
His hand and mine interlaced.
With a grin in my face.
You'll think I’m okay
Whenever you look my way.
I'll make sure you that you see . . .
My fake smile when you look at me!!
Categories:
churls, lost love, love, recovery
Form: I do not know?