Under her magic, honeyed words poured forth
filling his fervent verse with rhyme and wit
for suitors to woo and doxies commit
to carnal indulgence and thus henceforth
as topmost poetaster of the north
his purse was filled with gold and silver bit.
But at autumn's end, away he would split
to rest in warm climes until May the fourth.
Then an El Nino year, when she stayed south
his verse thickened, treacle in climate's scold
his sharp pen, now dull, only rent the page
full of awkward phrases, crude and uncouth
his once bright parlance now tattered and old
as her light shifted to another stage.
Categories:
doxies, fate, inspiration,
Form: Italian Sonnet
A step in time I took one day
On specters mist who led the way
Down cobblestones and garden paths
Armless statues guarding baths
Armored beasts reflect the sun
Gallant knights are all for one
Hedge puzzles line the gardens fair
Hide and Seek for those that dare
Ladies clad in whale bone stays
Surreys pulled by chestnut bays
Sticky buns and honeyed mead
Cards and races slate the greed
Then on he led to shanty town
Down rows of tenements falling down
Sewage stench accosts the street
Where doxies in the alleys meet
Walking peddlers hawk their wares
And homeless children, no one cares
Disease spreads rampant through the town
Renaissance Art, the churches frown
Then through the mist he leads again
Back to my time; my heart to pen.
Categories:
doxies, history, imagination, life, nostalgia,
Form: Couplet
The day's of the id....
Waking, unto another prophecy, fulfilled
While wearing these doxies blinds
That have been placed
Upon many of their eye's....
As if walking within one's sleep
Within a perpetual, yet waning dream
Unto these apparitions; ghastly
That have become, their soon to be
Realities....
These aquanaut's, of destiny's waters
Submerged beneath the churning currents
Of the everlasting's, blackest sea!
These, blinkers of forebodings
Aqua fortis dream's....
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{The Elements}
Categories:
doxies, history, life
Form: I do not know?