Who knoweth thoust toad
than thoust legless load
be ye first to croak
than thoust frog's now croak.
Frog caught sight of croc
toad cast eyes on site
got six of eight legs
ate frog's two, toad all
Thoust frog apiece lept
thoust toad peace hadst kept
lily pads, frog's faith
toads, bottomless fate.
Categories:
hadst, analogy, nature,
Form: Grook
Thy mouth dripping with drool.
North blisses and quick-witted doth unfool.
Thou shalt seclude from middling teenth.
Plummeted into a hornet tool.
Wailed as eerie as a panicked fetus.
Didst thou stay fed in the crumbs of mool?
Times beest tough about shimmering graves.
Grumbled, tucked, hadst a mischievous lol.
Thy lure hath evil jagged, full of witch writhes.
Thou began to shake, shrieking by the bleeding pool.
Squirm bosom disheveled and screeched with fear.
Whispered oddly and burst the sweet aroma of bool.
Unison of hoof drank fluffy white icing scream.
Scraggly faith and toothed heart not cool.
Haunted and rhyming a couplet kills.
Sirrah and the mistress prayed to the zirrahed hazrat tool.
Categories:
hadst, conflict, death, voyage,
Form: Nazm
Trees By Me
Thy sun shineth
tis countenance,
Thy tree tis gift,
sparse tis expanse,
Tree girth aloft,
neath midst remain,
Flicketh light burst,
art windows stain,
Thy trunk weigheth down,
cradled youth,
Internal weaves
exploit thine root,
Thine tree who hath,
purged forth hugged vein,
Thereon, ventures
art tis thy frame,
Thine tree fabled
wondereth meant,
Twas learneth life begs
tests twas meant,
Thine tree till naught,
nor didst we toil,
Providence hadst,
springeth thine soil,
God giveth life
length thee savor,
Grace promised seed,
tree thus favor,
Seasons race,
due timely fashion,
Thy Divine hadst
shewn compassion,
Thy poet writes
praiseth said trees,
Songs shaped said tis
sweet melodies,
Tis fool soon cools
thine stubbled toes,
Twas well-rehearsed
endowed said verse,
Thy quill be rested
chapter close,
What said of trees
God truly knows.
2020 February 12
Categories:
hadst, tree,
Form: Rhyme
I awoke a clock and watched it countdown towards known silence,
I arose and given the floor the reason for its presence,
Day spent amidst the greenery moored to tawny sturdiness,
Morning sun entice the blooms their ascent upping with success,
Gains a brighter hour taking a lapped route through a calm beach,
I swam and watched as a respite sun nigh zenith's grasp for breach,
Afternoon orange glow descends as I bunched up withered leaves,
Mild breeze brushes and excites facial pleasures that it achieves,
Dusk has placed the meal so great, that cast against the candles glow,
Cools the bite of night, snapping up a full day's engaging show,
In the folds of warming, it hadst journeyed me towards my keep,
Weights of my eyelids, flights a bird to unfold, wake whilst asleep,
'Tis events enthralls life's richness that made me so compliant,
'Twas morn to night, mastered was four seasons, truly triumphant,
Song: Angie Baby - Helen Reddy
Date: 05/07/2019
Categories:
hadst, autumn, beautiful, inspiration, seasons,
Form: Sonnet
Wherefore?
It’s as though my Earth must tremble
Chilled
When I go to call your name.
When I go to answer.
Known to me,
This is.
When I miss you,
I become frightful,
Because I miss you.
Hadst I been afar from your presence
One moment
Too long
Too sour
I endure,
But I cease to breathe.
Yet my breath is long and wispy.
Like the air of night
An autumn night
Let the leaves not fall
Let the leaves not fall
When I go to call your name.
Though I have been afar
My heart is so stricken with you
And I
Am near.
Categories:
hadst, absence, earth, emotions, i
Form: Free verse
Gone are my days of glory and grandeur,
Cast are my shadows o'th' shackles of life.
Never did I suffer from loss of vigour
With a lesson of mind's wonderful strife.
But methinks i'th' hour of pain thou shouldst remain
With me, and in me thou only takest pity,
For I know thy love for me refuseth to wane,
Whilst in seclusion I mourn for my city.
No, my love, my lost glamour isn't lost for ever,
For thou hadst taught me the rules of life the riddle.
Pallid, I ponder to redeem my fervour,
Amidst the howling owl's hideous cuddle.
Stolen days of my success I must find,
In thee--and thy love as my hapless mind.
Categories:
hadst, depression, emotions, eulogy,
Form: Sonnet
How hast thou shaped me? Let me now declare.
Thou hast shaped me from the muck, mud and the mire
and loved me with a love that can inspire.
Thou hast shaped me with life, by giving me air.
Thou hast shaped me with love, when all did not care.
Thou hast shaped me with God’s flame and with God’s fire
and given me purpose, hope, and strength to aspire.
Thou hast shaped me by choice, when no one else would dare.
But most of all, thou hast shaped me with thine heart’s
absolute acceptance, mercy, forgiveness,
compassion, grace, and precious, virtuous art;
hadst thou not shaped me I’d forever be less.
Since thou hast shaped me with all these, I’ll ne’er depart
from thee—my best friend and belovéd Princess!
Categories:
hadst, best friend, for her,
Form: Sonnet
Hear Me, O God! A broken Heart, Is my best part;
Use still thy rod, that I may prove therein thy love.
If thou hadst not been stern to me, but left Me free, I had
Forgot myself and thee time.
For sin's so sweet, as minds ill bent rarely repent, untill they meet
Their punishment who more can crave than thou hast done,
That gav'st a $on, to free a $lave? first made naught with all
$ince bought ABOVE my loss as sure to win under dive cross six wishes.
Categories:
hadst, black african american, devotion,
Form: I do not know?