Fruits of labor
Support Pastor
'Till last blood pour.
A tradition of the holidays
no need to take a survey;
John McClane firing
Hans Gruber falling
just reply with Yippee ki yay.
Betrothed,
Please don't come to the college campus
In a rosy costume like a blooming red rose,
I feel bad.
Don't move on the corridors with your swan walks
Being surrounded by your friends
Like a Moghul princess, I feel bad.
Betrothed,
Forming whirlpools in your blush red cheek
Nodding red jaw and sharp tongue
Waving snow white slim hands
Please don't tiptoe on the yard
Like strings playing on the guitar
My heart pounds, pebbles create longitudinal waves
in my chest pond.,water tremble within
I feel sad.
Betrothed,
During tiffin hour sitting in the common room
Don't unbraid your long black hair
Like Radha ilike a naughty rivulet
The limitless sky may be covered with dark clouds
All the neon bulbs may go out of order
I don't like to use simile for you
Where's you, where is the black clouds.
Betrothed,
Don't put your two scarlet lips
in the cup of hot tea in the cafeteria .
The flowery garden of tiny lips may wither
in the scorching sun.
Thirsty greenery may burn like a desert.
I desire to die hard.¦
Solfatara plays lumen,
Air hypoxic rites death,
Fumarole punches the stomata,
Coldness fired leaves,
Joy!
A run amok storm dragged trunks,
The warrior of plantae,
Majesty of a tropical mountain,
Every berry has glory,
Hail!
Death parodied Iron Maiden's band
with satirical mimicry,
a Twisted Sister bandstand
complete with flames and gimmickry.
As die-hard rock and rollers danced
Death parodied Iron Maiden's band,
the reaper keeping souls entranced
while maintaining the upper hand.
Beelzebub was Death's stagehand
languishing in the flames of hell,
Death parodied Iron Maiden's band
until the fallen angels fell.
His guitar screamed heavy metal
the kind of tunes parents banned,
annoying as stinging nettle
Death parodied Iron Maiden's band.
(Quatern)
01/21/2020
Distant Refrains Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Got to hold it together, try to keep my cool,
Even when dealing, with imbecilic fools,
Should know better, but they freak me out,
When in the wrong, they just scream and shout,
My problem is, I won’t back down,
Especially if right, and dealing with clowns,
Should I be the one, to hold my tongue,
Guess it all stems, from when I was young,
Always had to, stand up for myself,
Show any weakness, get beaten up, no help,
That’s my dilemma, remains with me today,
I’m wiser now, still can’t turn the other way,
Hold your ground, never let bullies off, scot-free,
Face them down, no good cowards, you’ll see,
Only seek easy targets, to punch below the belt,
Fight back hard you Lion, watch their bravado melt.
By
David Kavanagh
"Clean up your toys and come down for dinner, young man"
came Mom's call from the kitchen
The little boy had a job to do, but he didn't want to do it
"Make your bed, straighten up your room and get ready for school"
called Mom from the foot of the stairwell
The schoolboy had a job to do, but he didn't want to do it
"Finish packing your suitcase and get down here on the double. It's time to leave for the airport"
yelled Dad from his easy chair in the living room
The college freshman had a job to do, but he didn't want to do it
"Write that thank-you note and mail it before 5:00 p.m. without fail"
instructed the candidate's super-agent after his interview for his dream job
But he was too busy cleaning up his toys, making his bed, straightening up his room and packing his suitcase to get the note written and mailed in time
So he didn't get the job as head coach of the Chicago Bulls professional basketball team... A pity, that...
'Cos this time he'd really wanted to do it
I die hard for you,
But I didn’t die hard for others,
I die hard for my treasure,
But I didn’t die hard for my pleasure,
I’m a complex person,
But I dress up as a unique person,
My life full of pressure,
But my tolerant towards other never in pressure,
I’m full of toxic,
But my ointment never lesser than toxic,
My mind full of mess,
But my heart never mess it up,
My love beyond the limit,
But my hate never more than my love,
My benign is your boldness,
But my harsh is your hurt,
I’m that Akash lives in the sky,
You’re that Shazrina lives in the earth of the flower world,
Your smell makes me melt and stuck in one place,
Stop my heart beats,
Block my brain thinking,
You’re the only art piece of my life,
The only masterpiece in my heart,
Unimaginable, Intelligent, Unique, Cool, Sporting, Friendly with a smile on your lips,
I can loss you a tarot game,
But I can’t loss you till the bloody hell of my life,
I can be your jockey but I can’t be others jockey.
The jogging group just ran by
Donned in hat, scarf and glove.
Patches of snow still on the ground lie
Sent from the skies above
But it doesn't diminish the jogger's love.
They're laughing and chatting on the way
Enjoying fresh air and clear skies.
It isn't supposed to snow today
So today's run is their prize.
Let's hope the weatherman's wise.
They give me hope that spring is near
Though they're bundled up warm and snug.
At least thirty joggers have passed by here
While I watch from inside with my coffee mug
As warm as a bug in a rug.
I should feel guilty I suppose
That I'm not out there jogging too
But this cold air affects my nose
And makes my lips turn blue
So I'll just wait for the snow to shoo!
Why it is so hard to live here…
When your heart beats are still there.
Why it is so hard to say goodbye,
When someone close to you is always nearby.
Why it is so hard your love to forget,
When you know you are only your heart’s regent.
Why it is so hard for one to believe,
When you know in life few things stay and rest leave.
Why it is so hard to bear pain,
When you know that some day it will come again.
Why it is so hard for one to sacrifice,
When you know that you don’t have to pay any price.
I would rather kill you than kill myself-
I would rather cut you than cut myself-
I would spill your blood everywhere,
so I could see how much the ground would soak it up-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
I imagine your corpse lying upon the floor,
the maggots crawling to you through the crevices of the doors-
they would feast upon the flesh of your skin,
and eat you down to your bones-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
Your kin would be crying,
your friends at that too-
but that won't stop me from doing what I'll do-
Remorse is not what you deserve.
For death is what you need-
for your "miserable" life will finally be freed-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.