(a weedy problem)
They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants.
~ Dianne Benson
Sprouts without doubts
Pretending to know the abouts,
Ready to grow into louts
Of the most nefarious sort~
Useless as fuzz on the spouts,
Tedious noise-maker flouts,
Sending flowers into the pouts.
The world is becoming
impossible to govern
Each person that island
Donne warned us about
All sense of belonging
in mirrors bespoken
The strength of shared values
—our vanity flouts
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
High on a blustery jut
he flouts his fear upon a buoyant swell.
Breathes in the tang
of crowberries and storm clouds
aroma’s sieved through wind and limestone,
sheep piss and heather.
Way down on a lower sky
rock ravens spiral.
This is his land, his free blown air.
There he declares himself
the very image of this scudding world;
and he magnified and upright,
somewhere between
a twirling gnat
and a new begot God.
© a day ago
By rontwigger
Is there somebody who has an eagle's eye,
An eye that could see anybody's whereabouts?
Oh, I guess no mundane would say an aye.
For sure He scorns when someone flouts.
Is there an omniscient and supreme being,
Who bears all the powers controlling the universe?
Oh, I surmise everybody would be singing
With their best crafted agape lyrical verse.
Or, should I say He has more than the eagle's eye,
That can read what we feel and what we think.
There are no secrets hidden to nobody's cry,
For He even knows how many times we wink and blink.
Or, should I say He's the supreme of all supremes,
Who absolutely punish the wicked and fool.
But definitely reward the good with dreams,
Dreams that remind us to always stay cool.
A monster in our midst
it knows no borders,
flouts the strictest checkpoint,
shows no pithy,
its tentacles of horror seizes headlines,
sends shivers down the spine of those cocooned.
Despite all this there lurks an inner zeal,
emboldened human mettle on the march
that bullies such ?as these can never match or ever bargain for.
The Pink Balloon
A pink balloon abandoned post fest
Now sails upon the summer breeze’s crest
A wayward dot of hue against the azure sky
With freedom unbridled and free to fly
Lighter than light it succumbs to the flow
Above the patchwork fields and green below
And over streets where pointing people see
This dancing sphere of blush with endless glee
While onwards and upwards on alluring route
This rubbery bubble whirls and twirls and flouts
Tantalising and fleeing from an earthly confine
Upon its inflated skin are sunny rays of shine
Its course below now changed to woody land
And in the distance the ocean’s cerulean band
Where lands afar await this rosy wilful ball
But the gas within depletes and it begins to fall
Instead of grand new ventures, it yields to a tree
Amid spiky branches, it’s trapped, no longer free
With final poke by one barbed bough upon the top
Pierces its fragile skin with one resounding pop
Straighten up -
Fly right-
My canvass queen.
You are not a butterfly
that flickers and flouts
all about,
Flesh muse:
I can't use
you as your
drunken monkey,
has arisen bickering about
as you shout,
consumed of stout.
Wanting to
capture your
divine essence.
While you are
full of Spirits
and quite sprite.
I need you - to sober
up and fly right,
sit tight.
Distorted by the gin
The features
of your chin, alas
you appear crass,
need only a smile.
Come again tomorrow
Without the hyena
countenance of your sass.
You pose bass-ackwards;
Picture how silly you laugh.
Young and beautiful;
Without the jaded
eyes and sorrowed
brow, sit pretty for me, he asks:
Befittingly, in your high rank,
and return to your class.
Fiery hate-fueled war
Fierce, continued conflict
Frightful heart-breaking blight
Ferocious, savage sight
Forgoes chances to mend
Forsakes pleas, “This much end!”
Flouts God’s command to LOVE*
*Mark 12:31 (King James Version): “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.”
A warrior by nature as summer grew in sultry heat,
I sweated with desire to count coup on the first foe I beat,
Swear by my breech clout I would grapple in hand to hand assault,
Toss and turn this Ute in mortal combat before I halt;
Or steal his associate to my ultra joy and his dread,
Add another feather to my cap seeking it shows red,
Along the Tipi fire I see a shadow stir the soup,
Keenly attempt to pull off a red color feather coup;
Enter slyly to put my first feather to the systole,
In the confounded move I flounder to breath down her taught mole,
Duel precipitates in raw battle weary raptures,
Surrenders to roll within my bison hide captures;
Victorious I swell with sensuous pride and forget to scout,
No witness on sight says the chieftain with power he flouts,
Cheats as he sequesters her away from me in his clout
I am left with out my prize and the red feather he touts.
Here shareholders and directors clash
Each eager to excoriate rival's flesh
They do not allow resolution to psas
And things come to a horrible impasse
Unionists hurl puzzling queries
On vexing issues each member varies
'Oust that director finance' someone shouts
At hat's throw, the house, protocol flouts
Some pedants and professors seize the mike
And boringly lecture as long as they like
A bolt from the blue query blindslides the chairman
Someone flays management's fawning fan
At length the outcome is zero
The hunt ends searching a new hero
Misery flouts age.
It knows no race, no gender, no status.
It flows silently in depths so deep
One could get lost forever.
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