I should have grinned when morning came
Atop posts of gaping day, with lunatics
Humming dirges of a broken world.
I remained glued to my gloom.
Rising from the pit of hell, I held
Concupiscent cats hostage.
The course of their waning speed of flight
Harmed my precisions.
From a boanerges' point of view,
Fierce elocution dampened by grey voids of
Unassailable haunts cripple the badinage of
Myths celebrated at dawn's memorial.
I weep through the voice of an alcove's
Muted spirit, one grace, forlorn and dew-wet,
Re-christened at sable-draped ceremonies.
Haunted by such recurring whims of deliberate
Schisms by harridans, I crawl on both knees,
Filching webs atop crests of arachnids.
I should have waved siesta's flag at 3 P.M.
Lush vagaries of new-sprouted greens yield to the
Mockery of phlogiston,
Leaving behind banters from drunken laughters,
Crackles from prostituting fires, meek and ailing,
And hells of sweat from my aching head.
Categories:
harridans, introspection, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Underage
A moonbeam sat on a bough just outside my bedroom window.
The beam was of the shy sort, and it didn’t frolic about
in the forest during the happy hour.
I invited it, in the moonbeam was cold; I tucked it in
a blanket, careful that there was no physical contact
us the beam was of tender age; one must take care lest the Guardian Harridans find it nasty and demand a hanging party; no more playing football or forever being an outcast, lest I repent.
Children and moonbeams like stories, and I told a few before the moon paled, and I sent the little moonbeam on its way
untouched by human hands.
Categories:
harridans, abuse, age, america,
Form: ABC
Liberal Democracy
Think if you lived in a liberal democracy
With almost restriction, except one.
If you write your sentence must be how you like
And respect women, even if you think they sound
Like the harridans in the Guardian, a bunch of tarts
Do not use words, like , and bloody
As it fits women’s physiological makeup.
After this, you can write whatever you like to do,
Before I forget, never hold a door open for a woman
She will take it as an affront of their dignity.
You are now a certified middle-class person
And have sex without a condom, but ask first.
Categories:
harridans, anger, anti bullying, break
Form: Blank verse
The death of comedy
Freddy Starr is dead they say it was because
He smoked too many cigarettes, no one asked to ask why?
He was accused of making lewd remarks
To a young girl in i974, the case was dropped.
But unwisely Freddy sought redress in court, men often
Loses in cases that involve sex.
Freddy sold his house and moved to Spain he paid
Some of the million own but he was not that rich
And the gold digger was after more.
now they wanted his little house in Spain,
And as we know the too crowd know no mercy
Men are guilty by their masculinity, which is seen as a sin
In our times, so he died alone with his kitten and
The MEtoo harridans gloat.
Categories:
harridans, blue, celebrity,
Form: Blank verse
Newspapers
I read a few people read the newspaper anymore
I have in the shed the English written publication going back
twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian
which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad.
Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian
It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric views
but it has – the paper- gone down it
is aimed at the affluent
and those who play golf and the little they have of news
is invariable right winged and that is sad, and I think of any more
good dammed self-satisfied than the English community here
but the paper has its use some supermarkets give it away
for free and it is an excellent way to lit the fire in the winter.
But I lament the passing of the Guardian as broadsheet it was
more liberal than it is now and it wasn`t Russia-phobic
I read the Guardian in line every day as it is their politics
and their harping harridans aside a good newspaper.
But I`m getting off the point which is that what is written
on papers endures what’s on internet Internet disappears in a cloud.
Categories:
harridans, blessing, books, break up,
Form: Blank verse
Designers of Dissidence
Scandalous slubberdegullions
Credulous crepehangers
Haughty harridans
Laudable loblollies
Enigmatic evildoers
Patronizing poltroons
Problematic paramours
Slanderous spirits
Sunshine Williams
Categories:
harridans, how i feel, humor,
Form: Acrostic