TAWNY PERIL!
Grasping at a fair mistake
Grinding to a dusty fate
Guarding Heaven at the gate
To gaping aspiration
CLINGING LIE!
Inertly you ignore my plea
Cloud each endeavour heedlessly
Refuse to set my pale mote free
To certain consummation
DUSTY TERMINATOR!
I know some demon dispossessed
Habituates your grainy depths
To cause me unrelenting stress
To rob me of my sure success
To terminate my swift progress
And mock me … for I am obsessed
With this infatuation
But suddenly … on some caprice
At last you tender your release
But …
Inexpedient to the end
To gritty Hell I’ll redescend
Dishevelment I must attend
While philosophically I’ll emend
Ignoble degradation
Categories:
dishevelment, golf,
Form: Rhyme
The fading ancient sun casts long shadows before me,
as I shuffle slowly and sluggishly down asymmetrical lanes.
How age mellows me like ripe watermelon, squeezing me
until all my ambrosial juices run acidulously dry as dust.
Unsatisfied desire, mental torment and general malaise
conquer my better moods of love, devotion and quietude.
Straggling with widespread dishevelment and disillusions
I try in vain to set an orderly pattern to my straying aims,
hoping some guardian angel were to take my shaking hands
to lead me onwards steadily towards some well defined goal.
Mark my furrowed forehead, tap solidly at my potential energy
fill my withering wrinkles with some sense or empirical reasoning,
but at least give me one essential gift, that a grumbler I'll never be.
Categories:
dishevelment, age,
Form: Free verse
Dishevelment I adorn
Inviting ridicule and scorn
But appearances misinform
For I am light-years beyond the norm
Consider yourself warned
I am the eye of the storm
Categories:
dishevelment, i am,
Form: Verse