How could Bridget
Watching A midget
On one hand denied a digit
Continue to fidget?
Why would A paranoid,
Last year, with a fibroid,
Often getting her annoyed,
Now turn schizoid?
When do angles become trapezoid
And mind of soundness void?
How, why and when?
For I want Bridget ‘Now’
Taken back to ‘Then’…
Medically, right now?
Categories:
fibroid, anxiety, happiness, health, life,
Form: Rhyme
Beauty of a sinner lies in a sinner as
he moves around with a bleeding heart.
He enjoy the world in sin but eternity
Is lost for him through the eyes of lust.
A vaccuum created in him becomes
More empty in the absence of Christ.
Troubles cloth his wired sorrowed destiny,
Stomaching an affection that double cross
feelings. Here is his life clouded with darkness
That summond millions of chicken pox pains,
Tonguing the lips of his man is tribulations.
The beauty of a sinner lies in the destruction
Of the beauty equipped in the soul of envy.
In the fibroid of the unrelated malice purchase
Of an ugly perfect imperfection arises.
He is the beauty of the sinful world gathering
Vanity and folly wealth to his bosom yet dies.
He is the beauty of the earth yet a sinner to
The beauty of the earth's surface and love.
A sinner lies in the amethyst of sorrowful sorrow
All his dear life, easy nut to be cracked is his beauty.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
fibroid, best friend, betrayal, butterfly,
Form: Didactic
I was set in my ways
Downed café au-laits
In a den of privacy.
Though pain from a jilt
Still throbbed to the hilt
A regrettable history.
With no delusions
Of future effusions
I cherished my liberty.
And tried to avoid
With every fibroid
That lost road to misery.
Yet a sneaky charmer
Found cracks in my armor
Ensnaring me unwary.
It was only a glance
A pure happen-stance
No intentionality.
But a sound like a crack
That I can’t take back
A fated futility.
Made me squeal out loud
When if from a cloud
A bolt of liking struck me.
With no more deterrent
This ardent current
Put glee in my fantasy.
At the speed of light
Our romance took flight
In ionic felicity.
Categories:
fibroid, lost love, love, me,
Form: Rhyme