I dithered , dathered circumspect
Picked up winded said mantle clock
Winded yes , but yet did not set the
time correct
For i was myself beside ,
disconnected still stuck up
caught up
Fretting festering over the
ensuing arguments and pending
postmortem
Am i in shock
Should i be in the dock
Should i be called as both
witness for the prosecution
and defense
And do i should i have a case to answer for
Crimes both present my conscious
cohesion thought bought and paid
for future proofed
Aloof and soley based on half truths
and recriminations
With social D.N.A thrown into the
mix for good measures
Always a pleasure never a chore
unti all we are left with and know
Is even if or when a clock is
winded up
Unless it's time is set correct
It's use and job is deemed
redundant pointless
Reduced to merely ornamental
circumspect evidence
In the trial of the century
Categories:
dithered, slam,
Form: Free verse
The Rainy Month of September
We both did quaver in our perchance encounter,
When she slipped under my umbrella seeking shelter,
From the splatter in the rainy month of September.
And my heart palpitated as we made bantering chatter,
While my eyes progressed to scan her alluring composure,
There under my brolly in the rainy month of September.
The dying summer’s weather enabled our exposure,
To which we both confessed as to what was our pleasure,
In the atmosphere of the rainy month of September.
Though fairer skies breached to dampen my spirit,
The flower of my eye dithered and did not wither,
And I wished it’d rain forever in the month of September.
Categories:
dithered, feelings, romance, september,
Form: Verse
Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...
Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know
Categories:
dithered, angel, destiny, fantasy, heaven,
Form: Alliteration
Hamlet's story
is sad and gory.
From the start the outlook's bad.
The king, i.e. Hamlet's dad,
got bumped off by his loving brother,
who then had the nerve to wed Ham's mother.
One night Hamlet met his old man's ghost,
who said: "My son, while I here roast,
your uncle, who murdered me,
is having a rave-up for all to see."
He added, "I 've got a job for you, my lad,
"Do to 'im what he done to your dad."
But Hamlet never decisively acted,
by doubt and scruples got distracted.
So as he dithered
things slithered
till everyone got killed , alas,
'cept for Horatio and Fortinbras.
Goethe's Faust Part One
is all about this horny don,
who gets browned off by all that learning,
for all he's missed in life much yearning.
Mephisto, you might say the devil,
promises Faust a helluva revel,
on one (see the small print) slight condition,
After the party it's straight to perdition.
Then prancing witches chant "hubble bubble",
Faust goes and gets his gal into trouble.
(Faust may have knowed an awful lot,
but on birth control he weren't too hot).
Things get so bad it can't be true
They perk up a bit, though, in Faust Part Two
Categories:
dithered, corruption, father son, violence,
Form: Burlesque
Moments are melancholy
Because, lives have been lost
People are in a state of bewilderment
Dithered, confused, and distraught
Nothing but a chaotic scene
Filled with lots of bitterness
With tragic events in London and Colombia
Many people are sullen and filled with emptiness
Categories:
dithered, loneliness, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse
Three walls of plexiglas enclosed a trashcan and a wooden bench.
As streetlights sharpened shadows grim, the shelter seemed to welcome me.
I heard rough snoring as he dozed and smelled his alcoholic stench.
I didn’t want to waken him while waiting for the Number Three.
Though sheltered from the autumn breeze I felt a quivering of fright.
Would I be safer in the cold? I tried to think what I should do.
He sat up with a cough and wheeze as I retreated to the light,
my shivering now uncontrolled. What if I left, would he pursue?
I dithered a few moments more—the bus stopped as its air brakes hissed.
It felt so bright and warm inside, although my heart still beat quite fast.
I’d never been so scared before; a fear I finally dismissed
as I continued on my ride. Relaxing, I felt safe at last.
Categories:
dithered, autumn, fear, night,
Form: Rhyme
'Freedom Fighters'
The mordacious horde had spent the last cartridge
to loiter or elicit partisan justice the mob dithered
then they shackled their foes to be wizened in time
Families died in any case regardless of a trivial trifle
27th March 2017
Categories:
dithered, violence,
Form: Free verse
My Child
My womb was filled with joyous pain
Feeling little fingers tapping my inner wall
Demanding the door of life be hither open
Birth
Tears of joy at baby cries
Tears streaming down my eyes
Blood streaming down my thighs
Little one I begged to hold
Cutting chord, the music dithered
Silence of the nightmare would not whither
Doth the pain and the joy both inflict
Mixed in blood bringing thee to my knees
We sobbed, the black clouds overhead ominously hanging
My child, lifeless and her body dead
Thistle bush and thorn cutting through my heart
Midwife ran into the bleak night
Knowing my sanity was held lass by a string
No miracles from heaven, on broken wings
I loved her to death inside my womb
We both to be buried by tomorrow at noon
Categories:
dithered, baby, birth, pain,
Form: I do not know?
“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”
David Brown, August 12, 2015
David had a moustache
It covered his lips
It grew and it grew
Till it reached to his hips
It flapped in the breeze
And it frightened small dogs
In the winter it would freeze
And in the summer catch frogs
His friend Juliet, well
She begged him to trim it
She said that his moustache
Had gone way past the limit
He hemmed and he hawed
And he dithered and dathered
But the moustache said 'No!
I will never be lathered!'
Juliet would not waver
She said 'It must go!'
‘It may have looked like your dad's,
but that was MANY years ago!’
The moustache, it quivered
It trembled and dropped
It knew Juliet was a woman
Who couldn't be stopped
It said 'Goodbye David
you will surely be missed,
but your lip must get naked
If you want to get kissed!’
Categories:
dithered, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.
I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.
The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.
Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.
The charred landscape
dithered about the lilies.
Will they come back ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
dithered, art
Form: I do not know?
You were so self conscious
Yet you never saw the beauty in yourself
The beautiful brunette hair
That framed your lovely face
Which you thought lank and lifeless
Your fabulous legs that so often were hidden away
Which you thought were unsightly and fat
Your intoxicating laugh
That you heard as a cackle
The tiny scar on your cheek,
That went red when you drank too much
We could only see it if you pointed it out
You always thought yourself ordinary
Nothing could have been further from the truth
You were beauty personified
And my biggest regret
Is that I missed my chance
I dithered and dawdled
And I lost you to another
Categories:
dithered, lovebeauty, beauty,
Form: I do not know?
Long live my tormentor
'Cause as long as the pain lingers
Thoughts shall reverberate
As you in my heart thrive...
Long live the screeching silence
'Cause as long as the emptiness speaks
The soul can be pious
As the harmony feeds on the inner voice...
Long live the indefinite path
Uncanny & dithered answers
'Cause as long as the questions last
Novel ideas & doomed roads will be conquered...
Long live the everlasting irony
'Cause as long as the vision counters
The strength shall scale new heights
And I may be one with the Creator...
Categories:
dithered, introspection, life
Form: Quintain (English)
That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.
I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.
The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.
Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.
The charred landscape
dithered about the lilies.
Will they come back ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
dithered, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?