Kansas City is having a huge winter blizzard
my dogs are hibernating
sleeping deader than black bears
cold nose-chilling wind is whistling
woodland creatures are in hiding
monster storm of twenty, twenty-five
do not expect another one for a hundred years
a few newborns might see the next one
but not me, and probably not you
Categories:
deader, winter,
Form: Free verse
Dear God, May all cardinals be red
May the pope be Catholic
Bless bishops and their pointy heads
May their coffee come in cups
Filled to the brim with liquid
Caffeine free until Thy kingdom comes
Until the end of time or sooner
May Thy will be done, Amen
Dear God, keep us free from sin
From Kardasians,
(perhaps a skin disease?)
Please protect us from the sleazy
From carbonated drinks with bubbles
And all other troubles as seen on TV
If it be your will dear Lord
May I have a Vorpal sword
The one that goes snicker-snack
To slay the evil dragon Jabberwocky
Dead or even deader than that
For ever and ever more, Amen
Categories:
deader, conflict, god, mystery, prayer,
Form: Free verse
Not Superman, but "Super Spreader"
A "Lies & Virus" Double-header
He's heading your way
Tomorrow you'll pay
People we loved could not be deader!*
*220,000 and counting
Categories:
deader, health, political,
Form: Limerick
The breeze blows icy arrows, piercing flesh
The pale sun's rays enfeeble yearning hearts
Commuters scurry, hats in scarves enmeshed
Monday morning, December's forlorn start...
Returning home, the winds do scream and howl
At downtown throngs that empty out at five
But first a drink to wipe away the scowl
That makes a face look deader than alive...
Back home again with family so warm
All sitting by the fire, in cuddling arms
Protected from the reach of winter's storm
Soon dreaming dreams, not fearing any harm
Though outside Winter waits with open arms
To hug brave fools who tempt December's charms
Categories:
deader, city, death, family, wind,
Form: Sonnet
The doctor says I am deranged
And I've been in a fog of late
But in deranged, I see words
That could have sealed our fate!
This "danger" sends me into a "rage"
My heart will "deaden" not "endear"
It "rang" true I "need" a "grenade"
A reckoning of "dread" is "near"
"Enraged" I "earned" my badge of "anger"
With weapons and explosives I'm "geared"
Out of my "garden", I'll "drag" an "adder"
All will be "graded", as their time has "neared"
I'm "angered" to "dredge" up my "dander"
As I "gander" at this worlds racket
I'll "dare" to make the "dead" "deader"
As soon as I shed this strait jacket!
Categories:
deader, crazy, word play,
Form: Quatrain
We've worn out yet another Anno Domini.
We're twelve months - if not wiser - surely older.
You call it a relationship, this boulder
which hangs about me like a Shi'ite's bomb, and he,
at least, can choose his cut-off point. From shoulder
to knee, I'm (still) more Goldie Hawn than Golda
Meir, but we don't flow. We ooze. Like hominy
grits, turgidly. But denser. Stodgier. Colder.
Where once fizzed electricity, hums static.
The best and worst of me is best termed "womanly" -
irrational, irascible, erratic.
I'm sure my verse is worse. Tot up each billable
pretentious periphrastic polysyllable.
But you? You're spenter, deader than Mitt Romney.
Categories:
deader, relationship,
Form: Sonnet
Trump Making Impressions
Trump the Terrible likes making impressions;
Should see one he does of jolly Jeff Sessions;
And when Trump is up tight and all tense,
Has made marvelous one of his buddy Pence.
Trump is great at trying to gobble up food;.
Impression of turkey trotting in the nude,
With feathers reared up in their rear end;
Trump did one of a fine feathered friend.
Outside where Trump had become very hot;
Made impression of people doing Turkey trot;
Did decide to make one of Robinson Crusoe,
While Rob had been wearing a Trump truesoe'.
As usual, Trump's memory started to lapse,
Which in the end would completely collapse,
And then after he led us down a long trail,
We did one of him deader than a door nail.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
deader, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Descend to join me now in Luna’s sept
Before the summer storm’s pale vision
Disturbs the bed of glory where you slept
And sighed at passing time’s derision!
Arise and sow your wonder over hills
Where free birds can outlast the wingless,
And grass unweaves so gently over rills
Whose timeless flow is quick and listless!
Unending hours advance while tearing off
Astrologers’ ill fancies, deader
Than fragments wrought and torn away by scoff,
Whose broken vows are Hope’s beheader.
All envy shrinks, for you are like the spell
Which thaws cold marble into living
Decay. Descend, illume our moon-beamed dell,
For memories can foil misgiving!
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
deader, allegory, allusion, death, love,
Form: Rhyme
Inglenook
She, the face in the embers,
The remnants of a raging fire,
Smoulders like a cigarette
Between lips of lustful desire.
Where men stoke in gay abandon,
Pokers hot as blacksmiths arms,
To fade and die in the ashes,
The inglenook of her charms.
Breathe, breathe, smoke inhale,
Fill your lungs, my laddy, my son,
And when you spit the bloody spit
What manhood will be done?
Ten a penny, 'tis Rose and Jenny
For whom you shall but die,
But it is dreams of her raging fire
That will burn the smokey sky.
She, the naked, fireside chat
Will weep upon the ashen grate,
And you dowsed her, her inglenook,
How it sealed a young mans fate.
Where flames rose and flames fell
Like the dance of a harlots fare,
And you, the gasp of life and death
Did often purvey her there.
Breathe, breathe, my laddy, breathe,
How dare you die so young,
The inglenook knows many tunes
But you have hardly sung.
Ten a penny, yet be you broke
And deader than her yearn,
She, the face in the embers,
When once, my son, you burned.
© RJVHorton2016
Categories:
deader, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You"
Dr. Suess
I’m Youer Than You
I studied real hard the youness of you
I paid close attention to the things that you do
No detail too small, I even learned how you chew
I eat what you eat! I love camel stew
I walk your walk, I have your unique style
I've walked in your shoes, for many a mile
Look at my face, the twinkle in my eye
I have your mischevious look and I own your smile
But now dear friend, you are deader than dead
I'm with your lovely bride and sleeping in your bed
She thinks I'm you, because I say what you said
You at the bottom of a lake, weighted down by lead
As time goes by, I'll become me-er than me
Because in the end, that's who I want to be
I hope she'll still love me, in time I will see
Being Youer than You, is what set me free
There are great benefits to my insanity!
Channeling my Dark Suess!
Categories:
deader, change, dark,
Form: Light Verse
Death is tapping at the door
My blood is pooling on the floor
Pooling, puddling, soaking, staining
Blood is on the floor
Death is knocking, knocking, knocking
Let me in he says, mocking
My blood is dripping on the floor
And Death is knocking on the door
The ravens gather at the window
Death is waiting, they slyly crow
As my blood is seeping away
Seeping sticky, damp, icky
My blood is seeping away
Death is opening the door
I hear his footsteps on the floor
Someone says something, it echoes away
But all I hear is Death calling
Calling quickly, I am falling
Light and life fade to gray
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Categories:
deader, death, grief, life,
Form: I do not know?
Colder than a winter gale
As empty as a canvas
Pale and lifeless like a cadaver.
Deader than winter leaves.
Like writing on an epitaph
it speaks of what they once was
And what's died inside.
And what's left.
Eyes like Carols from repulsion
Fragile like glass
Hollower than a doll
Nothing seems to be anymore
Awake feeling like your still dreaming
Nothing seems real anymore
Categories:
deader, depression, loneliness, lost,
Form: I do not know?
Be afraid, be very afraid
When I start to call spade a spade
Be very afraid, be afraid
Excessive amount to be paid
I'm meek but I carry a stick
Battles I fight, the best I pick
Thought my silence would do the trick
Box before "fight" I have to tick
Loathing me is your daily bread
I'll let it pass, that I once said
The words about me that you spread
Spell curse, you're now deader than dead
Categories:
deader, anger, angst,
Form: Quatrain
O How Great It Is...
To be alive on this day!
Heh, Most unlike you!
You're Deader then dead
Just like the wooly mammoth,
Who's also your dad
I'm alive in space!
Without a care or worry...
I'm forever free.
Remember highschool?
Well, I haven't forgotten.
But you have, my dear
You rejected me!
But not privately, mind you!
No, that'd be too nice...
Had to be cruel...
You told them all when I asked.
And I was left, mocked
But space is so kind.
Unlike your now burning Earth.
Fighting my cyborgs?
Sorry for the mess.
Death Stars aren't too accurate...
They get the job done.
Well, England is gone.
Your most favorite city.
I burned it myself.
I'm truly happy
Yep, I'm just floating in space.
Yes, Yes... I'm damn sure.
I do NOT miss you.
Or the goddamned earth, either.
Just stop guilting me!
No... I'm not happy.
I'm just alone in deep space.
I'm Watching you burn.
Please forgive me, miss.
I was so jealous, old friend
I was just so hurt.
I feel terrible.
Like I'm Ozymandias
Only, I despair.
Categories:
deader, anger, death, death of
Form: Haiku
Bats do fly on this spooky autumn night
Land on an old tree that’s deader than dead
There’s a noose that hangs from the greatest height
Hangs over the grave of man with no head
Sky has an orange tint to it tonight
Pumpkins enjoy the color and absorbs
Feeling the fear that’s in the air with fright
Seeing now a witch with her crystal orbs
Placing one on the headless ghost’s tombstone
She invokes the spirit to come forth here
Quickly he shows up, but he’s not alone
Spirits from all around arrive that scare
The witch knows her defeat and rides her broom
She’ll get the headless spirit sometime soon
Russell Sivey
Categories:
deader, fear, halloween,
Form: Sonnet
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