Death, the dutiful dismal doorman waits,
Depressed, opening each eternal gate,
Kneeling right, glowering at Heaven’s Gate;
Bowing left, grinning wide at Devil’s Gate.
With all souls passed through their eternal gate
Death drags Hades, gate left and immolates.
The day’s flattery flattens into disturbance,
glowering as arms weaken,
my ears seek solace,
a soundproofed room,
lit by candle flickers in the dark,
I miss a peek all I can, trying
with might not to notice
its shadow who's espied me
ignoring audiovisuals
of melted clocks
and tick tocks echoing
In a Dalí pixel I dwell,
in his obscurity I fall
The Sandman
won’t get me,
asleep, not this time
Dare to dream Ashes nightmares it seems reawoken
Token words spoken after scares & flares teams broken
Dafter peacocking then rocking no blocking just shocking
Mocking laughter of the ghost of Christmas future knocking
Host boast from coast to coast toast as England roast
Boiling..recoiling..toiling & broiling this is our last post
Our iridescent flaming proper copper haired laird
Incandescent flairs no taming his despairs we all shared
Luminescent cares blaming Bazball heirs ill prepared scared
Stoic brawler our defiant mauler on a leaking reeking trawler
Too reliant on our brilliant defiant resilient glowering giant
Big Ben set up camp crippled by his men again & ripples of cramp
Overpowering pain courses through every vein towering skipper & champ
Heart on his sleeve…makes us believe in a reprieve heroic Firestarter
Immensity of intensity.. O Captain my Captain..our smarter martyr
Can you feel the real deal hoodoo or juju hex
One sex tech conquest & manifest wrecks perplex
Flex your cerebral cortex protest against the new Rex
Hullabaloo of voodoo we must contest & vex
Vain inane randy Deejays handy on dandy sandy decks
A bane.. vloggers..joggers & bloggers texts & trend treks
Reign of hooray Henry’s forays with oversized unwise specs
Disdain from plain Jane “ex” glowering while devouring Tex Mex
Train..campaign for brawn not brain.. divulging bulging necks & pecs
The lot have got an absurd follow the word of the herd complex
Flecks of lies flutter & splutter in the utter nutter echo chamber gutter that is “X”
Never ending..mind bending curmudgeon bludgeon chorus of Tyrannosaurus Techs!
Another poster of a child holding her lost pet.
When I see them, man, the sinking feeling that I get.
Why can't pets just learn to stay at home?
Why are they always dying to go on the roam?
I haven't seen or heard of one happy ending yet.
This is not why we did love you ~
and learned to think the whole world of you ~
just so you could sneak out the back door ~
never to be seen anymore ~
except in visions ~ with a coyote glowering down from above you.
Fill my heart with love's light
before darkness leads it astray.
Quill me lines of romantic Sonnets
meant to chase glowering clouds away.
Offer me wings so that I might take flight.
Sleep escaped,
Without a farewell,
She had not the grace
To aspire my light,
She proved to be darker
Than her gaze,
Glaring, glowering,
Glowing with madness,
Bipolar’s destroyer – two sides of the coin
Despair, dread, doubt – depression
Delight, elation, wired – manic
Stages of dark and light,
Day and night,
A breath, a prayer, a silence
Flooded with fire –
Cold, brilliant desire….
Where she kindles a flame,
A feeling, a flavor
Peppered with light,
But pouring out – fight or flight,
Willing the spirit to mute
What is a glorious ruse.
Nadir deceptions in the form
Of acceptance, darkness and light,
Fading into day, then night,
Manic depression – bipolar like
The questions
That come to life
When there is no prescription,
Killing the sparklers
Within my mind, within my brain
Where bipolar is made
From two pieces of a maze,
A labyrinth who prays,
For God’s healing touch,
His endless grace,
Overflowing my cup, bringing
The chance to wake up
From the sleeplessness that pursues
Enemy of His truth,
Insomnia, the ruse!
_LIKE KOALA'S
Like Dophins,
Always sleep with half of your brain,
Glowering at nature’s grain,
You may be a koala for all fins,
For this arduous moments;
Will tell in the future’s ornaments.
For futurity is transient,
And waits for no one, from ancient...
Like Koalas, do more of sleeps,
But never forget, the river slips,
In your purviews;
Intensify your reviews_
For your views is an aplomb
A shallow nobby clomb!
Life is a tincture of action:
Rhyming with reaction—
The luminaria’s sight
The true sense of a falling light.
Spring hangs
like a dripping woolen coat
from the pewter frame
of a glowering sky.
Why is it that poets write of spring
as if it were made
of rose petals and birdsong?—
and insist that spring is when 'true love' blooms?
There are no flowers, no birds, no eager lovers
with this horrid impostor, this con of a season.
Here by me,
on my windswept, narrow land,
I know well how it goes—
spring holds winter's slushy hand,
and the two of them laugh heartily at us,
flinging their icy spittle
in our faces.
I rounded a street missing a lantern,
the heat in my eyes was starting to burn;
It felt like gravity was all but gone
my sharp fangs extended as I walked on;
Creeping closer still hidden completely
Fable stood a few feet ahead of me;
‘Recommendation: Don’t do that again.’
I said this but knew she would not abstain;
Knowing this I came an inch from her face
‘I’ll make you disappear without a trace.’
Being guided by such an angry force
every word was more than a little coarse;
Glowering at me she said ‘They will hunt you.’
‘They may’ I said ‘but respect I’ll accrue.’
Those shrunken grey turrets throw
Their distraught shadows to the wind;
And in the grey twilight of ancient
Beinn Chìochan...
Hear you the droning sounds of
Muted pipes retreating far back and
Away.
Albert heaves upon the old grey
cairn;
When woken from his immortal sleep,
Laments beside the darkening waters
For that which, despite all its
Eternal majesty...
He knows can but never come again.
Over grey skies, glowering like the
Grey dawning,
Spanned the rainbow to briefly flicker
Before the remaining day;
But with the grey night will come the
Weeping...
And London Bridge, reduced to nought
But Her, laid finally down.
For her replies a much disagreeable voice
Over this daring to rejoice;
Any young man’s triggered depression a delight
His heart failure by half, her show of might;
Not to me different from Arrows of The North
Whose poisoned tip summons my wrath.
Choosing to in styles sway her hip
To ensure that men’s sure steps slip,
Admirers’ stops for pleasantries resenting
For a handshake an unwilling palm presenting;
Often glowering at offences not offered,
In tears dissolving for The-Not-Suffered,
To soon a lawyer hire for the unproven,
Her face lived – a Scalding Oven…
All, what her mother had taught her,
If she wants to with A Guy go far;
Their tutorials always in some closet,
Her first lesson “To always seem upset”.
INFLUENTIAL STRAINS
this legacy
exuberant
recherche
collude
the deliberate needs
an arcadia
inhabited
by
primal beauty
darkened
glowering
reminiscent of
decay
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I know like a solvable sum
Every Samson’s riddle bum
Roaming our banal slum
Besides my tricky chum
With his insincere dum-dum–dum!
Not in his favor
His ear- assaulting chewing gum,
A thing to not savor
His disquieting rum…
If not slapping some drum,
Strangers asking where they came from,
Glowering at the seemingly dumb.
Sometimes, touching tunes does hum
But with a face decidedly glum
And not infrequently hitting his mum
For recklessly postponing his plum.
.
The earth is cold
distant fires burn--
icy arrows
pierce my sullen body
and the emptiness
becomes unbearable.
Without her
the wind
is my enemy
and the glowering
sky suggests
her absence.
I seek warmth
in my moribund cave
thawing my brain with firewater
waiting for the
alienating glaciers
to thaw.
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