Hang in the den
When lions roam in wait
To snatch your serenity from Eden
Where the Devil’s threat
Roams to pounce
On the dignity you espouse
In more bounce per ounce
To rouse and arouse
The Devil’s desire
Jealousy and envy
Fire, mire and ire
In a bevy of grit gravy and scurvy
Sent with venom
Into the home
You strive so hard to form, reform, inform and roam
Free of the comb
That your lair dishevels
Your gondola destabilizes
Your plan bedevils
Cauterizes and neutralizes
Effective, efficient efforts
To consolidate family
In ports and forts
When a hiatus homily
Predicts doom
Speculates gloom
In the living room, in the bed room
With no zoom
On the Way-maker’s plan
To breathe new life
To plan and scan
New initiatives to eradicate strife
From the midst
Where vision diminished
By a strange twist
Assumes family fission and friction fished
Without the Way-makers approval
No win, queen
As the Way-maker’s disapproval
Refuses to grant growth to a puny pin and sin tin.
Categories:
dishevels, poems,
Form: Free verse