Rats and cockroaches
have moved to the country.
The city is overrun with unsanitary humans,
it needs a clean cloth to thrive upon,
not the dishcloth grime
of much degraded minds.
It is a disgrace, a black mark
upon an already uncivil civilization,
however, the rats and cockroaches
are vacationing and will not return
to the metropolis
until the trash in the streets
is sanitized of mankind's
indifference and lack of interest.
Categories:
decamp, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Hippie And Confucius
The sign said ‘Hippies Use Side Door’ but there was only one entrance or exit
and a revolving door she ponders the conundrums sent for resolute resolution
such a quandary to find the way now as she pauses when puzzled then checks it
as it swings freely she wonders if life is straightforward or again she’s been conned
A revolution she reflects on the human condition and what lies beyond
the sign post inside awaits her confusing decision this might be ‘confucian’
life could be so easy we’re the ones to make it complex unless we abscond
decamp to true meaning so just walks round the door and is free once she legs it
06th November 2016
Categories:
decamp, life,
Form: Rhyme
Principles,values,ethics,mottoes
Like sparkling,vivid emeralds
In my gloomy,sumptuous mansion
Possessively linger to sojourn
Endeavor yet to decamp from my cocoon
Revamp,acclimatize and be apologetic to
This eccentric,zany and turbulent world
Break away and from routine commute
And I like a moth taken with a candle
Decline to stand at my grave sob and grieve
Rather shepherd,escort and usher them
And to their cosy nest redirect
For psychedelic drugs could not nurture
Eggshell,porcelaneous souls nor satiate.
Categories:
decamp, abuse, anger, drug,
Form: Free verse
( vision in a dream )
Always moaning,
In the last gasp! the vision.
Moaning, so! I decamp;
lonely,far and away
Amid - smoggy haze.
Sharpen a pulse
by sorrow.
Moaning, then weakly!
In the midst of
the adjacent tide of certainty,
I taste the bitterness of grief.
Ah _ O uncertainty _
If you only protecting me
from doubting insanity,
of my dream !
Categories:
decamp, dream,
Form: Prose Poetry