Ha! Please take down
The eyesore
You've mounted atop your head.
You wonder why
It feels much too heavy.
Here's the unvarnished truth.
Because, well, because
One cannot be
A fool
And a king
Simultaneously
Your counterfeit diadems
Hold no weight, or value.
They wouldn't shine beneath
A plethora of suns.
Spare yourself
The world's ridicule.
To rule an empire
Unchallenged,
To someday sit
On a throne, wearing
The real McCoy
To travel so much as
Halfway
The long glory road
To acquire the royal appellation
And prestige you covet,
For starters, deep-six
Your distended ego
And delusions of grandeur
Date written: 04/24/2022
Categories:
deep six, satire,
Form: Free verse
Decaying bones wash up on the shore
And it is the ravens who keep score
In their eyes the skeletal shape
Of the Grim Reaper who haunts the cape
Brave though the men were
The line between life and death began to blur
Blessed with Poseidon's wrath the sea began to rage
Writing the last chapters in blood on a drenched page
For those who respect not the sea will not see tomorrow
Widowing wives who weep with sorrow
What must it have been like to see the hope die in their eyes
As they slowly began to realize
This was to be their final story
And oh so gory
Decaying bones wash up on the shore
Just one more tale in the Grim Reaper's lore
Categories:
deep six, death, ocean, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Lofty crafts of sensational creations,
Oily traits dripping affections
Vulnerable hearts somersaulting
Evisaging allusive hyperbole.
Damped dance, complex steps
Elating destruction with a breath
Acreage littered with confetti of gloom
Tainted trails, dainty doom
Hood hoisted, deep-six in hell.
Track embroidered with bramble brier
Innuendos of choices chunk at men
Mid-way mediator of the turbulent twain
End of love, beginning of death.
19:10:04:14:40
Categories:
deep six, death, love, time,
Form: Acrostic
Might sightless worms express surprise
If evolution gave them eyes
And brains to sport (of larger size)
To grok verse modern poet throws,
Sing, "Rose is rose is rose is rose!"
Snort scentless petals up your nose?"
My mind can't fathom which is worse,
That 'rhyme is dead,' or 'truth's a curse,'
But vanity's become the hearse
That carries all men to their doom
If Trump's not dumbest in the room!
God grant that someone finds a broom
To sweep such 'dog poop' from our floor.
Give "dust" Your Grace to dream of more!
Betrothed! Art's vacuum's paramour?
Pray what "depends" on chicken white,
Though J. C. William's thinks it might.
Who posts immortal's appetite?
Let Poet's truth in brevity
Rub shoulders with infinity,
Help show a path that other's see.
If Servant God's in lost and found
Or bound by rock - well underground,
'Most Rabid Dog's' not worth a pound,
Then poetry, all thought's a loss,
Our current 'Rube' of human dross
Is cube six deep, six down - across!
Brian Johnston
10th of June in 2019
Categories:
deep six, faith, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Buried Down Deep
Down in the valley which seems so low,
Saw many flowers that started to grow;
They were found,
Lying on ground,
Where I was buried deep six feet below.
Jim Horn
Categories:
deep six, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
I was on the SS Winterhaven on that night in 1977
My name is Leonard Bishop and I am the second officer
When we passed over the deep six grave of the SS Titanic
It was evening time and I was making my rounds
When an older bearded gentleman joined me
As he walked sure footed around my ship
He asked me lot of questions about the safety of the ship
There was something about the man that haunted me
As I bade him good night on the deck of the ship
When I came into port later on
I was looking at an article about the Titanic
And I saw a picture of Captain Edward John Smith
It was the man I had shown around my ship
I wonder now when he died how haunted he was
That he would still need to wander
The decks of ships passing over his watery grave
To satisfy himself that the ships were safe
And they would not join Titanic in a watery grave.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This is taken from a true story.
Categories:
deep six, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Me 20 years from now, oh wow!
Wish I knew if it would be a quick fix, but the future I cant predict
Now past the hills brow, it will be time to make some new vows
Not to mention the pile of conflict, I plan on giving to the deep six
And I might even become a cash cow, if so I will never hold a highbrow
By then I will be 56, and hopefully I'll have a bigger bag of tricks
I will try to find a way somehow, to mend the cracks in my bough
The years will continue to fly by, and in God I will rely
To him I will pray, that he keeps leading the way
His love I cant deny, it puts me high in the sky
The stress at times may weigh, from my path I will not stray
I wont stop to cry, for life goes in the blink of an eye
Well anyways, 20 years is still a ways away
Before things go awry, I must say thanks and goodbye
4/28/2017
Categories:
deep six, change, faith, future, how
Form: Free verse
attract attention
attract and repel
repel the invader
repel mosquitoes
mosquitoes carry malaria
mosquitoes bite
bite the bullet
bite the hand that feeds
feeds on animosity
feeds on carrion
carry on your luggage
carrion eater
eater of flesh
eater of words
words to live by
words of wisdom
wisdom teeth
wisdom comes with age
age of aquarius
age before beauty
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
beauty is only skin deep
deep sea diving
deep six
six hundred threescore and six
six gun
gun collector
gun control
control yourself
control freak
freak out
freak show
show no emotion
show and tell
tell no tales
tell the truth
truth or consequences
truth or dare
dare to be dumb
dare to keep kids off drugs
drugs and drinking
drugs, sex and rock 'n roll
roll out the barrel
roll over beethoven
beethoven ludwig van
beethoven's fifth
fifth amendment
fifth of whiskey
whiskey
amendment
Categories:
deep six, word play,
Form: Blitz
Adulthood
A big “Mazel Tov” to the bride and groom
Blushing and sweating, each smiling face
Loud, hearty cheers go up across the room
Here’s two new contestants for life’s big race!
A union in fate’s journey together
There will always be problems, there’s no doubt
Even when you’re two birds of a feather
If you’ve got a spouse, you’ll never run out!
Work and home life just add more of the same
Now I dare you to add kids to the mix
If you’d once enjoyed adult fun and games
All free time you had just got the deep six
Think you don’t look slick? No need to abort.
Adulthood’s a strictly amateur sport!
5/7/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
deep six, america, growing up, marriage,
Form: Sonnet
his voice is on mute
since texting takes away words
conversation rare
cell phone dependence
feeling naked without it
how can you reach me?
romantic dinner
disrupted by cell phone ring
eyes glaze, must answer
in great frustration
she chucks cell phone out window
date night is ruined
Written on 8/22/2015
For Senyru on Cellular Reality Contest
Categories:
deep six, angst, culture, funny,
Form: Senryu