The sky is turning grey,
As summer fades today.
The trees begin to change,
Across the lonely range.
A wind begins to blow,
Where all the cold winds go.
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!
I bit the ampule
hard enough to cut my tongue.
I let the splinters rake their penance
against my frenulum for months.
Still, it won't change the trajectory,
not all at once—nothing does.
Irritating Ivan liked to irk and vex
Especially irritating our Great Aunt Hex
Ignore him said her husband, laid-back uncle Dex
Not knowing that Ivan was Aunt Hex’s ex
Nun One to thee,
Hilarious, you see,
Faith and literacy,
Plus fantasies,
Hex One, pink lace,
Inertia and grace,
Is it Vatican hour,
With our chick power?
lizards are here
lizard's take a look out
lizard's in your ear
never heard them probably never will
GIVE & TAKE
Fascination held
in passion's grip
may kindle
one-track
mind's
Captivation held
in ardour's grasp
will secrete
selfless
love.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
Witch cousins crammed into the tiny duplex.
Packed in so tightly, that no one could flex.
Warlocks were mad now, couldn’t work on their pecs.
Party spilled over onto noisy neighbor’s upper deck.
Neighbor strained to take pix, injuring her neck.
Gawkers I cars had a horrible three-pile-wreck.
Landlord made witch cousins write him a big check.
They painted his car with psychedelic paint fleck.
Fascination held
in passion's grip
may kindle
one-track
mind's
Captivation held
in ardour's grasp
will secrete
selfless
love.
i've been
writing like
i've been
possessed
my goal
isn't money
my goal
isn't success
but i know
that my world
would unfold if
i were told you no
longer trode
upon it's soil
or to allow
mud to come
between your
toes or your
nose never
to steal a
sniff off of
a newly
bloom
ing
flower
but i will
always
write
of
you and
always
about
you
so dance your fairy
dance around a ring
of mushrooms that
only come out at
night
and so
showing
me the door
that will
take me to
the king of the
wee folk or lore but
he can
no more
do what he
didn't do the
midnight before
and so sour
and sore
from
kneeling in
prayer's form
i beg not to be
asked visage no
more
to my yes
occipital lobe
as mechanics
become viewers
and i can see the
Titanic sink below
the waters that she
walks
upon
A tourist who came straight from Hell
Stopped for wine along the Moselle
Where the Winningen witch
Caught the son of an itch
And sent him to Hell for a spell . . .
Like the beauty hidden beneath the brook
It’s the simple dimples that make me smile
Or is it the drop of a drip
Off an old black bear’s back
As he chases the flip flop
Of a Brook Trout
Or is that the Big Brown
As he marks the beginning of the Hex hatch.
by Desi E. Sherman
9/22/2019
witches
witch is
which
witch
she put
a spell on
me and
now i'm
hers
where
we're
what
a sub
plot that
is dear god
forgotten
Poor Donald Trump
Cursed with a hex --
Forever to tweet
And eternally text
ANDREA DIETRICH
–
A
Hex Sonnetta
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a poet by the name
of Andrea Dietrich
her poems fantastic
hex sonnetta her fame
poetry in the frame
o that famed, 'finger lick'!
her format for this form
iambic trimeter
six syllables occur
per line in this new form
considered not the norm
Andrea did concur
why can it not be found
on P.S.? it is sound!
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Hex Sonnetta
The Hex Sonnetta, created by Andrea Dietrich, consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules:
Meter: Iambic Trimeter. Rhyme Scheme: abbaab cddccd ee. Iambic Trimeter means the usual iambic (alternating unstressed/stressed) meter for every line of the poem, but instead of the ten syllables that comprise a typical sonnet’s iambic pentameter, this particular form uses six syllables of iambic trimeter per line, hence the name Hex Sonnetta.
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