Retirement
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Stop working now
The boss was hopeless
Gave you no hope
The nine-to-five grind
Is over now
Retirement
Exit, exit excite
Up, up away
Banjo your mango
Man goes
Peddle your medal
On your salad day
Now is not the time
To join the navy
The prospects look good
And plum the perks are
Light up the shadows of your heart
The acceptable goodbyes are gone
Cunning and guile is over now
Your time hath come now
You have been on
The see-saw of redemption
And have seen
The trickery and deceit of
Those coconuts
The valor of the dastard
Made you suffer for your pound
And their illustrations of deception
Their myths of abstractions
In silence you could not reply
But be shut and sulk.
You were brave
Your time is art now
And no more tick tock
Go out with a bang
Before the haunted dark
Peachy life now
Sleeves are down
Your retirement eve
Grow rich, go rich and
Trump up your comfort.
(The British Medical Council want to ban smoking in private cars, even when the driver is on his own.)
suspended sentence for beating his wife
just a sad fact of modern day life
and then the dastard really went too far
got six months for smoking in his car
'Twas long before a Shakespeare play was quilled,
the fifth and sixth of deadly sins would prey
then dance with pride as innocence was spilled
upon the pyre where dastard evil plays.
The wicked toil around their witch's brew
of lies perceived as truths among their ilk
to spill the sloppy swill like gluttoned shrews
and cool its burning sting with sour milk.
The lust for power's fruit within their grasp
as greed consumed already slothen minds
too faint for God to hear when last they gasp,
too late to save a soul so ill entwined.
Though history repeats these truthful stings
it seems to barely slow the march of kings.
(This is an English Sonnet)
Listed under Rhyme for submittal to Nina's contest
Oct 13, 2019
CLERIHEW REVIEW
Sir Isaac Newton
Though genetically close to an Orang Utan
With his larger cranial cavity
He discovered the law of gravity
Atilla the Hun
Was a man who liked innocent fun
After a day of rape and pillage
He played cricket for his village
King William the Conqueror
Breeding not from the very top drawer
Put that with the deeds of a dastard
He was known as Bill the Bastard
Julius Caesar
Was a really imperious geezer
Though he headed for a fall
You must admit he had the Gaul
King of France: Louis Quatorze
Loved to dress in silky drawers
When asked “Do you feel that’s alright?”
He said: ”Yes, when they’re pulled up tight”
This is a palandromic poem. That is, it reads exactly the same backwards (letter by letter including the title) ignoring spaces and punctuation.
Resumes Reversed
I sat in unity—tied am I!
Evil I saw is alive, here reviled.
As a witness, eyes/irises sold I maybe keep. Oh drat!
Sad was I, how alone! I doth self-repel well.
Are vomit or foe damned?
An idle hero, my name vilified, I ceded a misdeed. Names!
I was as selfless as evil was.
I never reign; I sin. My hate, open as a gate.
Many merit a snide suffusion. Amoral I!
As not to cast filth gilded light,I—a frail, maimed, aidless, every pariah—lived as a devil.
Hair a pyre vessel diadem. I am Liar!
Faith gilded light lifts a cotton sail aroma.
No, I suffused in satire my nametag, "A Sane Poet".
A hymn I sing. I err.
Even I saw lives as selfless as a wise man.
Deeds I made decide if I live.
Many more held in a den made of rot.
I'm overall, ew, leper flesh to die.
No law, oh, I saw dastard hope eke by.
Amid losses I rise.
Yes! Sent, I was a deliverer, eh.
Evil as I was I live.
I'm a deity tin unit, a sides reverse muser.
Written 8.8.16
Mourn
Oh I fear the Death of love!
For you to snatch away,
the very people hold so dear,
take me instead you beast.
Afraid of salted tears that wound,
the memories bleed astray.
Let go your grip you dastard Death!
Take someone else instead.
Oh I fear you’ll come for them too soon!
Then whatever shall I do?
To mourn the gentle Death of flesh,
take me instead — oh please!
November 10 , 2014 2:30 pm
I see a little darken shadow of my complexion skin.
I afraid a shady cold heart white currish man treating me like a helpless *****.
My rituals and rights is my fight I stand .
The currish white man sees me like an ignorant mentally challenge dastard *****.
He should be punished of his assumptions.
I am a colored young man being treated unfairly.
I am a somebody that protests and rises and rises till the day and night I fall.
I am the colored young man of life.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
in inky blackness of night,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band;
submit without a fight.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Running with the evil intent of command,
black thoughts now shocking white,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Misery becomes too much to withstand;
the balm of slumber bright.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Decisions made in haste, cannot now remand.
Heartbeats spill the blood contrite;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Craving only grief's respite,
I turn towards the waiting light.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
WHO was the dastard - Moriarty again?
WHAT was the reason for kidnapping Watson, my friend?
WHEN did Moriarty strike?
WHERE could Watson be?
WHY is Moriarty always instigating dastardly deeds?
5-W's contest
Seventh Place
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