In the enmeddling clingsome widewoven cleavage
Of the windwrapped menacehugging road
Torchurtoting time turns dangler of slopesliding sands
You slitrap the solum to seek the hideous nearlocked nook.
The crackfested road twisturns over your sleekshoulder
Oops griplifts you on its saddlekradle oldie
The jeopordized jagged journey trottrots slothened
With the time’s dustrapped flagcart cranked.
At the edgeend of the ruinrubbled road
Tormentrudged time turns terminist in blinkinstant
Chasetrack you till the twilight sundown duskdark
You longwish to restep on faden footstamps.
The crackripped road crumbler of dayspun dreams
Throws wrecktrash you in dismaydark debris
The jocundgelled journey ends in hopesucked incompleteness
Captivetrapped in deepdown time’s eternal sucksack infinitum.
Categories:
faden, nonsense, time,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Could it be, business
is a charm
and not a need
although to leave
it empty one may
practise it, since
that is not fault
but be aware it is
a source of later
decay if not decadence
how lure tis is business
worst equations of
inequalities
perhaps, here is an
ocean of capitalism
what if rules of
capitalism parallel?
for me I hold that
business as a major post
is an indication
to prove its mediators
have faden if not sunken.
Categories:
faden, love,
Form: Free verse
In the enmeddling clingsome cleavage
Of the windwrapped menacehugging road
Torchurtoting time turns dangler of sands
You slitrap the solum to seek hideous nook.
The road twisturns on your sleekshoulder
Oops griplifts you on its saddlekradle oldie
The jeopordized journey trottrots slothened
With the time’s dustrapped flagcart cranked.
At the edgeend of the ruinrubbled road
Tormentrudged time turns terminist instant
Chasetrack you till twilight sundown duskdark
You longwish to restep on faden footstamps.
The crackripped road crumbler of dayspun dreams
Throws wrecktrash you in dismayedark debris
The jocundgelled journey ends in incompleteness
Captivetrapped in time’s eternal sucksack infinitum.
June 15, 2020
Contest : Vogon Poetry (Really Bad Poetry) Quoopisk
Sponsor : Team Poetry Soup
Categories:
faden, time,
Form: Vogon Poetry
The queen
If I were chosen maiden,
to be the queen this first May,
Heart heavy with dreams laden,
If I were chosen maiden,
Rose of cheeks not to faden,
Colours could set soul stray,
If I were chosen maiden,
to be the queen this first May !!
Written May 5th, 2015
For contest by Isaiah Zerbst
Categories:
faden, dream,
Form: Triolet