Conspicuous behavior that mundane
in copious conformities derange
invigorates its ignorance by assuage
and instigates its feeling with demurrage!
My severing of connection from this bond
so deadening to my effort, stealing fond
the ears of fate are listening like fool's pond
does bully up its messages among!
God help me not to fill their wanton snare
but in Thy trust condition my aware,
and to thy hope, in courage count my prayer
as thine alone, between us . . . and do share!
Categories:
demurrage, faith, hope, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Not like some factual hearsay's rummage,
nor as some wildlife's festive plumage.
Not standing out, but hidden by its asuage,
as one in clout, of my own heart's demurrage!
His course in mine, considering its drum's wage
is beating doubt, I react like am on stage,
prepared to mote, or barter out my usage,
this dormant love, so numbered to a mind's sage!
Now speaks in route, still hoping to encourage
this feeling's lout, has all but left to scrimmage.
A game this bout, opponents only new age -
it's love that's out - I pitch, then swing -
. . .f or each page!
Categories:
demurrage, love,
Form: Rhyme Royal