Through Life Drudged
While through life we continually drudged,
Politicians won't give an inch or ever budge;
Have started new cult,
Called never our fault;
Also, all of their figures they have fudged.
Jim Horn
Categories:
drudged, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
i have lived and i have died
depression turns to suicide
the four corners are closing in
as i wait for death to begin
so very frightened
i know one day will be brightened
so at peace
laying inside this fury beast
love being tired of being tired
an no way out
as if my feet are being drudged
through the mire
like a prisoner of doubt
Categories:
drudged, depression, love,
Form: Free verse
Golden like honey slowly the sunlight drips
On the sweet horizon of a sea tongue licking
Evening's rouge splattered and fragranted lips.
And like restless crab claws on stone clicking
I hear time in the blue silence of sea and sky:
She goes fresh in her frivolous hedonic fantasy
Away with days undone deeds, and drudged tasks
Yet in lavished evening the lovely island basks.
Day comes to her stoic end, but the island sees
Not, nor hears how strangely the noisy city changes
Into a dress of silence. Like leaves on their trees
That greener into summer pass, the stillness ranges
From sky to soul unsensed. I pity the fly that swims
Or crawls the sugared rim, while days light slowly dims
The city is not the same in its heart, its innocense
Is merely a smokescreen for the slick savage's prtense.
Categories:
drudged, places, sea, city, sea,
Form: Verse
Is friendship like a funeral
Where cold frenzies are played out
Among friends of the darling years?
Neighbours protect themselves
In solid caves of ancient discord
Where offsprings are bred & armed
With deadly weapons of hatred!
Men linger here sad & tired
As in a land of the living-dead –
The drummers are like the dancers:
A shadow of their ancestors!
War-eyed fake & drudged intellectuals
Litter our paths of native mind
Bearing giant luggage of rumours
More fearful than real battles
Of castled Chauceric knights!
O in those far-away tenements
And squalors which house students
Many an empty ruse germinate
In a soil rich in abuses!
Two inmates fled from the night
To those hut-like structures
Where secret readings are enacted –
Then two lads for long cursed!
Men & women & kids linger here
In a small society born for love
Sensibility & contemplation & inquiry
Forsaken in cold rumours of wars
While sanity & love dwell in the grave!
Does hatred breed love & health & life?
The Oxford days are gone?
Categories:
drudged, visionarylove,
Form: I do not know?