Revisiting Slumber
Not wanted
Hinder from the sun
Revisiting slumber
Detached from everyone
One of those doomy moods
No spice toward encouragement
Loneliness is friendly
Rain is humming
Just going through changes
Into the unknown
A drought from society
Never show up when invited
Mind falling into emptiness
Covered up in cashmere
Block out windows heavily
One of those days
Yesterday is delayed
Another evening fades
Amber drink to the grave
Categories:
doomy, dark,
Form: Rhyme
God or the angels must be having their way today
For there is a large happy white smile in the sky
It was a cloudy gloomy doomy day until now
I stare at the smile, wondering what it reflects
Will eyes and a nose appear? I watch as it slowly dissipates
My imagination thrilled with the possibilities of what it meant
Categories:
doomy, sky,
Form: Free verse
he spoke dramatic: speaking truthof an uncertain future.
He gave remedy and spoke of it's cost. They laughed and boo'd him
They saw need to divide their loyties from rasionl thought.
"A tommorrow uncertain is adventure for adventurous people": one
spoke."You doomy fool go back to the books", another voice said. I listened from the radio in the kitchen, not knowing what ws said here would change the way we looked at the tommorrows yet to come!
Categories:
doomy, allusion, business, character, conflict,
Form: Alliteration
Auspicious notion losing momentum to perilous times of trauma and travail from Anguish churning through streams of Atrocious thick mud brewing up storms of grime
peculiarities drawn from condemnation of core greed grasping through amassed oppression firmly set to vanquish the Allure of fame and monstrosity.
Serene ambience to Assuage pain of Awry disappearance underneath facade result of Appetency for curious hope of light leading to an everlasting outcome
joggling amidst wanderers to Absolve power prowess of doomy bout of flames as time of reckoning spews toward a mysterious pillage of casualties.
November 1, 2019
Crazy A's Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
doomy, absence, farewell, fear, heaven,
Form: Free verse
THEY WROTE THINGS TO REMIND US
NOT OF FEARS OF STORMS
THEY MENTIONED CERTAIN DETAILS
BUT NEVER WARNED AGAINST HARM
THEY SIGHTED MADNESS AND RAGE
THE EXPECTATIONS OF LUST
THEY NEVR CREATED GUIDE LINES FOR
THOSE IN GOD WE TRUST
THEY SIGHTED IN DETAIL
AND WROTE IT WORD
CURSES FROM THEIR TIMES
THEY WE COULD HEAR WHAT THEY HEARD
THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE US
LEFT REMINDERS OF THE PAST
THEIR EXPECTATIONS OF THE FUTURE
STORIED FIRST TO LAST
THEY WISHED TO REMIND US
OF THESE UNCERTAIN THINGS
THEY MODELED OUR CURRENT CIVALIZATION
WITH THEIR DOOMY AND GLOOMY DREAMS
SOME WERE TO HELP US
SOME WERE FROM THEIR OWN HATE
THE MODELS OF LOVE ARE STORIED
THEY ARE NEVER PAST OR LATE
BUT SOME OF THESE MENTIONS
SCRIPTED FOR A WORLD TO HEAR
MAKES WRITTEN TO MAKE PEOPLE TO CRY
AND SOME WRITTEN TO MAKE US SHED A TEAR
Categories:
doomy, care, celebrity, character, confidence,
Form: Burlesque
At the seashore, a late evening.
The scenic beauty; I am enjoying.
People are running;
So I am watching.
Writing an unfinished story;
Continuing from the moment of glory.
Shallow waves touches my feet;
Makes my feet neat.
I am back in my homeland.
And it is an epic weekend.
Sun is about to set,
And my feet are still wet.
Here comes the creepy dark cloud;
Making loud sound.
Thunder is striking,
Wind is blowing,
And I am singing;
A SAD SONG.
It starts dribbling,
And I am still sitting, soaking.
Ferns behind me are dancing;
As the wind is blowing.
The embracing scenic beauty,
Has become dirty.
Now it’s gloomy,
And I am feeling doomy.
Rain is washing off the black ink on my white paper,
So I am searching for my draper,
While I am still singing;
THAT SAD SONG.
Its pouring heavy;
And I am shaky.
The unfinished story; reamains unfinished.
Shaky makes me tired.
Still I am shivering,
And somebody is hugging;
It is my husband;
And I am being pampered.
He is cuddling;
While I am still shaking,
And I am now having a sound sleep.
Categories:
doomy, absence, baby, beach, boyfriend,
Form: Dramatic Verse
I am Dr. Mario and you bow down to me
Look at my convincing skinny body (with green pigment, claws and)
This is not a costume, I am so Italian
I will give you abortion and (I'll eat your babies at no extra charge!)
I am Dr. Mario and I will kill your wives
Come to me when you've been cut by lasers, I mean sharp knives
Brightly colored pills (TAKE THIS!)
Take until it kills (TAKE THAT!)
Just as long as you're ready to PAY! THE! BILLS! (HA!)
In-va-der Zim...de-stroys the world...
Death from above...truth has un-furled
Now you know my name! (WHAT?)
This is not a game! (WHY?)
All you filthy Earthling vermin ARE! THE! SAME! (HA!)
(Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom
(Doomy doomy doomy doomy) X3
Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom
Wanna?
Know my?
Favorite?
Food?
Spa-ghet-ti is so good, dude
Categories:
doomy, evil, horror, humor, identity,
Form: Rhyme
THE LION'S RETURN FROM GATSEMANE
Heavens rained anger like winter
When love forged a lion to lamb
Even the knight knife failed, while knights fled.
Wept and wet with dews of doomy night.
The lamb is led and raid!
By trails of bearded wolfs
After the honey taste of a traitor’s kiss
With the sting of complex whips
The shepherd stumbled on fate!
While his saintly trembling limbs
Fumbled in an awkward romance on the crosslike parcel of the world’s flammy blame.
With the force of a million stallions! Thou race through hells.
And break the chains to create a name
As thousand saintly souls liberate.
Oh wounded lamb that broke the serpent’s horns.
We lift thy name above the cross
As the memories of thy love lingers through eternity!
By: Immaculata Ortner
Categories:
doomy, betrayal, bible,
Form: Blank verse
SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH
By Immaculata Ortner
Sorrow springs in black savannah
Where nature proved its pride
Silence sting like ancient drone
As dark melody rose
Winging high in spike like dragon spew
As discomfort swells in black souls
Our top was not so high
Neither was our thoughts wild!
When strangers flirt and raid our shores in with minds of wolfish beats
Our words and swards were sheath
And the voice of our chanting drum was trunk
Groaning grey in grievous tones
As darkness shades our doomy world
They traced our path in search of liquid golds, yet with books untold
They crack our walls with no defence, speak with hoot like owl!
They create a route of no return
Where blacks goods sniveled
They cleared our greens and dent
Our springs, yet we flinch and flee in fear
But though our nights, were doomy dark
The sun could rise in place of moody moon if brothers where brothers
Our wings could mount the stormy wind if friends we trust where truly friends
And the green we have would be truly green if tooth that flashed were purely white
Then our tales of pride would glow
Categories:
doomy, fear, slavery, sorrow, war,
Form: Elegy
I’m back from the aborted time
Where mother earth’s womb foiled me an innocent prime
A crime precipitated with tears of revenge on my carefree mondaine,
Again I’ve come, ushered by thunderstorms and hurricanes
Descending with spleen of capitulating rage from above
Where I had seek castrated-justice from people who know not love,
My angered tears are tattooed. Henceforth, ye’d find my sweets bitter.
Imperiled and mutilated on surgeon’s blade, my spirit groans and quiver, while hers glitters
Her joy of motherhood quakes with the sound of my blub at the doomy sands
When sweats of sorrows and heavy downpour ferries me to the midlands;
Oh my arrival, she’d be filled with a painful smile, a tragedy of happiness!
She’d wish she never pulled that plug out of coyness.
Again, heaven dims its light as one of its kind depart
Downwards. I’m the earth child, the wailing nipper with no heart!
My own version of 'Abiku' written by J. P. Clark
Categories:
doomy, angst, me,
Form: Sonnet