Drivel
Driveling
Driveled
As one keeps traveling,
One keeps marveling;
Little cause to be sniveling,
Still less to be driveling
For the stupendous much one had seen;
Not anymore The Horn “Unequivocal Green.”
Yes, for having met with a lot,
For the most part encountering the hot,
Naturally mocking what one had got.
A richness that from the eyes draws mist,
Childish stuff ones previous treasured list
And, I swear, jotters of some journalist.
Such traveler, though, keeps ageing,
His system wordlessly raging,
As it continues to seem a Methuselah’s
Or like A Drunk’s often in cellars.
Who could escape seeming weather-beaten
And the unluckier traveler rust-eaten?
Lost in garnet glow, within crimson shadows,
eyes in you see continence, bold, unerring;
where, in truth, ingenuous virtue harbors.
I see you sleeping.
Yet, unbidden innocent thoughts turn rancid,
craving hunger, withering dreams of honor.
Cold in lust are fantasies born from sorrow,
driveling sorrow.
Ice envelops spurious hearts when love wilts.
Passion's roses, petalless, lie infertile,
endless waiting, hopelessly, always waiting
love to now answer.
Dream in gentle slumber of sweetened ardor;
for, in you is virtuous faithful rapture.
Sentimental visions of love remains, as
virginal hearts throb.
06/28/2020
Intoxicating Poison
Host: Edward Ibeh
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
I’m a man whose tired and worn
Empty and dead on my feet,
Petered out, played out, pooped and torn
Burn out, broke down and beat.
Drowsy, droopy, drooping drained
Dog tired, done in, done for,
Exasperated, enervated empty faint
Overtaxed, overworked and bored
Sick of, sleepy, spent and stale
Haggard, run down, all in
Consumed, collapsing, asleep, annoyed
Exhausted, bygone and barren
Ramshackle, rickety, run-down and frail
Bedraggled, broken-down and creaky
Threadbare, tottering, tired and used
Feeble, fragile and flimsy
Out of shape, out of gas, done in and feeble
Gone to seed, soft, incapacitated
Listless, washed out, weakened, on the ropes
Undermined, fatigued, prostrated.
Discontented, dissatisfied, tacky and dull
Jaded, glum and gloomy
Sick and tired, up to here, driveling, drab
Sated, down and weary
Befuddled, unsteady, wobbly and faint
Pallid, pale and lean
Stupefied, staggering, slaphappy, subdued
Oh damn I got to go pee.
When I think of all the seconds I drubbed my fingers
On the skin of long-drummed typefaces to wipe spam
Away from the screen of my inboxes in my computers
I wonder how many years of my life drift as flotsam
So many sales pitches tail in mouth in epizeuses
String their tuneless spiralling from end to no-end
Swim in the swirling soup strings of multiverse oases
Lost as jetsam into a blacksucked bottomless oven
A spam is a foe who seeks to con you as an old friend
Sure don’t mean that old spiv driveling over your girl
But who’ll make you think you’re good for a lend
While he seeks to worm your hard disc in a whirl
McPeesee McCoffee McMoney or McMaster Kasparov
Spam is the Checkmate King none of us can fend off
© T. Wignesan – Paris, from the Collection “Poems Omega Plus”, 2005.
What makes a beer lager? By not being smaller?
And I'm lookin' at a botttle of Heineken,
Boy, Ken's heinie must be sore!!
And just what was Pac-man packin"???
A thirty-eight??
Must one pledge first to get a club foot??
Someone told me GatoreAid had
electric lights....
But mine wouldn't light up.
Don't think I have given up on the open quiz-
Another clue: Who says lightning can't
strike twice!!??
You know you're likely in for a bad day,
When someone steals your burgler alarm.
My aluminum rap won't sing about
"the hood"!!