Lived a chimera in its lair
Feral cat with a dragon's flair
Spewing flames high into the air
I had to stare I had to stare
The kind of creature born of lore
I had never seen one before
But I wanted to learn much more
I heard it roar I heard it roar
Tail of dragon, a lion's head
Its flaming eyes were flashing red
From evil things it had been bred
A beast to dread A beast to dread
Guarding the entrance to its cave
Shook its head and began to rave
A sinister way to behave
What did it crave What did it crave
Although enchanted by the sight
I'd be no martyr in this plight
This chimera I wouldn't fight
I felt great fright I felt great fright
I feared it caught the scent of me
When it howled just like a banshee
What a tasty meal I would be
I had to flee I had to flee
We need help out here!
We’re now gripped with fear!
At all costs: something,
Not ‘fruitless Nothing’
By all means do so:
Right here a go-slow!
Shaking hands to rule:
Everyone ‘ A fool’
Some in chairs Plain Dunce,
Hence I crave response;
Fatherland Nothing,
Where goes anything.
Men dread a failed growth
‘Blood of Jesus quoth…
We need help out here.
I mean ‘here’ not there;
Lecher times his leer
For another’s deer…
Unsafe life too dear,
Its killers too near!
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day.
Yawning, I drowsily rise from the comfort of my bed
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
Dawn announces, "The warmth of Ra is on its way!"
Soon, over land and sea, aureate beams will spread.
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day.
Sunrise shines on foxes in meadows where they play,
illuminating their coppery coats of orange and red
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
In shallows, sunlight dances with waves as they spray,
creating prisms in nuanced tones of variegated thread.
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day.
It does not matter where I wander or aimlessly stray.
Mornings are idyllic once somber darkness is shed
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
How I'd dread a cause for the rooster's crowing delay.
What a folly if the moon continued her reign instead.
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day,
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
August 11, 2022
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Corona Crisis
viral virus
no immunity no vaccine watch the community start collapsing
people dying
people lying
I’m suspicious of the timing
Brexit Trump forgotten items
pandemic dread a new horizon
governments all left advising
Crikey don't let no one near ya
isolation mass hysteria
but what’s most surprising
toilet paper sells just keep on rising
It's like a movie
people worried people moody
as the virus moves free
you seen those riots in Hong Kong lately
or US Taliban create a peace
Brexit Brussels swept under the rug
there’s no news to watch but this bloody bug
is it real or just made up
if you get it that's some real bad luck
coronavirus..... oh shut up
Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny!
Mercy be, I saw three furry cats that all wore hats;
one was skinny and curvy, two chunky, but sturdy.
Curvy was all a-curtsy in a flat, wacked, black hat
that on top popped a nervy, lopped off, black bat.
One of the chunky cats was pure funky to look at
for his hat seemed to have been picked at
like a muskrat laid splayed on a slat from train splat.
Yes, that cat’s hat slouched, but matched her pouch.
The third in the herd on that jerky street journey,
you know, the other chunky in this controversy,
was quite the brat-cat, a beau putting on a show.
On this cat’s head sat, to my dread, a red bath mat
that was thread as an opera hat in a dread format.
So, honey-bunny, not for love or for money
could I scat catalog these cats in hats,
but I worked at chit-chat while all three sat
and was agog to learn through our dialogue
that their names were Dog, Frog and Hog!
CayCay Jennings
December 29, 2018
Why has happinest abandoned me?
I know not how it feels to behold glee.
My soul yearns to be free,
Oh Lord take away this misery.
I dread a thing called tomorrow,
Because it brings much sorrow.
I want this pain to flee,
Oh Lord take away this misery.
I am nothing but a mere recluse,
Please tell me what’s the use?
Utter darkness is all I can see,
Oh Lord take away this misery.
Why must I hope in hope,
When I find it hard to cope,
Is there anything for the weary?
Oh Lord take away this misery.
This is a fictional write. And my first attempt at the Kyrielle form.
12-11-17
Alexis Y.
The Future is Bright
“The future is unknown”, some cautiously say.
They therefore dread a distant day.
Instead of fearing what lies ahead
The might consider seeing that the past is dead.
A way was provided in the distant past
To ascertain that the past will not forever last.
On Calvary’s hill the price was paid
As on Christ our sin was purposely laid.
Instead of looking to a future of loss
Claim the victory in the prize of the cross.
Know for sure that the future is bright
As you turn to Christ, the Eternal Light.
"Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future."
In the perusing of the words to capture,
the reverential ideas that lead to the Rapture,
the satanic animal must be a snake, to non-believer,s, burn at the stake,
suicide bombs take me to Heaven, Twelve disciples minus Judas equals eleven,
Popes in robes and witches coves causing blood to flow from native doves,
virgins birthing little babies from ribs comes women, how amazing!
Parting rivers and rising from the dread, a pagan idol!, Off with his head!
So many people from such different lands,
Can,t we all Love Him whilst joining Hands.