O, how my sensitive soul writhes
as I struggle to tithe
the coppers of this starving artist's anxiety
who so wants to change society
Who paints and paints to no good end
and pines away for home or friend
Braves the icy winter and blazing summer
while his prospects look ever-glummer
Ahoy! You there! In the handsome fur
Have you a kopek for le artiste, sir?...
Ach! What’s the use? I’ve soured on this gig
Changing the world’s not worth a fig!
Categories:
glummer, anxiety, art, change, money,
Form: Couplet
On a snow covered beach in the middle of Summer
Basking in the gloominess of a dark so much glummer
There lived a cow who the cowboy rode so proudly
As he rode past the horse the farmer was milking loudly
Everywhere he rode, leaves were falling from a blue sky
While the joy of Christmas fell upon the fourth of July
We celebrated the holiday with a hot cup of cocoa
And left gifts around the American flag, a little loco
On a snow covered beach in the middle of July
There came the sound of Silent Night’s sigh
Drifting on the air as dazzling fireworks would deny
Today was the day for even reindeer to belie
Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
July 4th 2021 (LOL)
Categories:
glummer, celebration, fun, funny, hilarious,
Form: Rhyme
When shopping I espied my plumber
I’d dallied with him in the summer
We’d meet round the block
I’ve seen his ballcock
He ditched me, I couldn’t be glummer
He’s laying pipe with my friend Mary
I advised her she should be wary
Because I do not think
He’ll be fixing her sink
But bonking her down in the dairy
2/23/19
Categories:
glummer, humorous, jobs, lust,
Form: Limerick
Where are all our most beautiful swallows?
powder blue skies seem so empty so bare
why does this make my heart feel so hollow?
icons of summer, why do I despair?
longing for a glimpse of this great blue bird
splendour at sight of their aerobatics
gracefully gliding too and fro quite blurred
natural art of pure aeronautics
gazing into glorious blue yonder
doubting myself if it’s spring or summer
please beautiful bird be my responder
your presence will make me much less glummer
like a mirage dozens come into view
now summer is here our swallows are too.
Categories:
glummer, bird, blue, longing, spring,
Form: Sonnet
I love just sitting in a dark empty room. Me, my thoughts, and I, just sitting all alone me myself and I. Most of us, humans that is, are quite so terribly afraid of dark. But why should we be honestly the dark is where the demons feed. Open up release them, love the dark and all your ghouls. People fear the creatures of the dark. Me myself and I, we fear the ones who are afraid to enter where no mortal Dare, me myself, and I.
I love feeling the coat of darkness hugging me tight knowing no one will see me. Only the predator sees in the dark, the prey is just left to fear. Me, myself and I. Sitting in the padded room, the jacket hugs close as the dark, the nurses glum doctors glummer. Towards me, myself and I.
Categories:
glummer, loneliness, psychological,
Form: Free verse
My bro I am joining you thought your tense and glummer
To cross the seas and into to the blue
Into the unknown you go
What a brave and strong soul you are to me
A tear drops so sourly down my harden face
Its dry to these feeling
Across many of mountains that I have crossed
And sooo passed
To sing your song to the cap
Just like I did mine to the green cap
This is one mad song
A secret is no loner one
As its always passed
To at least one
And then another one
Running yes
Hanging out yes
You have full filled me to be just like you
One hard soul
You nutter
Bounjouir
Time will tell as I follow your pain though the mud and guts
Cos that boat is waiting 4 me to cross the path
The very one you took to for see your past
I will be there not as a royal marine
But a French foreign legion
Categories:
glummer, faithme, song, me, song,
Form: Kyrielle
To be in harmony with souls
my creation lays before me
this is paradise
the none selfish being is hear
sheltered from all the bad but only sees the good
dissmised all the bad thus the new
your love will never end as a baby
i slept by your side
with a ear right by
guiding your senses
though your glummer
when you were born
i made a promise to you
never to full fill my own parents
but you were taken from me just as the wind blows
but hay i am no leaf
but your love was safe with me
because our picture will grow
as the wild wolfs follow my shadow
Categories:
glummer, children, love,
Form: Imagism