As I walked through the
Gallows of death into the
Regions of time
Live had no answer or meaning
As to why my breathe has
Become a bare witness
Unto being suspended for
Looking at love in the manner
Genuine diamonds forms
The glaciers time blinds the
Leading for promising a fair well
Denouncement goodbye
But opens the doors which
Chimes remotely in the vast
Caverns suddenlink lost doorbell.
A ring places a void on my own
Forsyth could this be the last
Love bite time takes at asking
Me suddenly questions? Or has
Justice brought to me the opera
Of forgiveness that allows for
You and I both to see the oppression
Of Sugar jars tasting the bitter
Endings of my love being suspended
In time, by letting go of the past
And remembering the happiness
Love has brought unto me today.
For yesterday is just what it is
And tomorrow brings new hopes
Unto not being suspended
For looking at you in Black and white.
Suspended by Love in Time.
Categories:
forsyth, beauty, body, character,
Form: Rhyme
On the death of Bruce Forsyth, British entertainer
The Forsyth saga is now gone
strictly come dancing the whole night long
You played cards right with Anthea, your girl,
So we played it at home and gave it a twirl.
Categories:
forsyth, death,
Form: Clerihew
It’s over, It’s over
I hate it when it’s like this
But it’s over, It’s over
I hate it that it’s like this
But it’s over
My success is stress
Whether I see forth fit
My chance to exhibit a new exhibition
Pivoting a broken tradition
My pen and pad
The only utensils to accompany me on this expedition
Put my life in words, day by day
Now in the verdict, you can feel my pain
Gave you tragedy after tragedy
Disaster after triumph, conceal my shame
I’m rushing this book, cause I’ve been sitting here
Coping and pasting material to paper
Scratching my head, when thoughts vanish like vapor
To withstand my span with writing
I put it together like thunder and lightning
Worrying faces, plea bargain hurrying cases
Walking down Forsyth
Got me desperate for that life “Like”
Lost tears as they bury your peers
Another freeway accident
Times like those
We see our seat belts and attempt to fasten it
Shed the possibility
Of becoming dead by not accepting reality
I hate it when it’s like this
But it’s over, it’s over
I hate it when it’s like this
But it’s over, it’s over
Categories:
forsyth, life, people, sad, song-hate,
Form: Free verse