An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.
Categories:
forgeries, celebrity, character, confidence, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
If i tell you i love you,
Will you take it as forgeries?
If my emotion is bound by thy facial rule,
Will you call it lie launderies.
No!
I know you won't.
Go!
I myself won't.
I'll rather woo my heart,
Than to from you hear my stats.
But,to be candid,
I'm indestructibly placid.
Fumbling through my heart,
Searching for a word to make a start.
But what if she says no,
Then i'll surely go.
No,she shouldn't go,
No,she won't say no.
Then,give me a word,
Before she leaves for the world.
c.2017
Categories:
forgeries, beauty,
Form: Dramatic Verse
As Long as I can see, I'll wear my sins to the sea; That is where I will be so long as you breath.
You can meet me by the shore, Where the untutored youth vaunt stylishly like babylon whore's; Where sinning is normal and we are accepted in the false forgeries of this world for our love is just embers burning, here is where my love shall stay, beautiful as a summers day.
Categories:
forgeries, betrayal, desire, heart, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
anxiety showing through;
bated breath and tired sighs
all the same
today and tomorrow...
just crude forgeries of yesterday
nothing changes
every exhalation breathing out
another piece of our monotony ridden souls
pressure
strife
choking me, constricting my lungs
as if even the air is now my enemy
blowing and pushing me in directions
that I'd sworn never to take
anxiety showing through
Categories:
forgeries, angst, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse