the man set his own house on fire
and looked at the animals who are running away
he screamed at the trees for not taking the toll
even though ht was the one who started the fire
he blamed the clouds that won't rain
for bringing his house down to ashes
the man set his own house on fire
allowed the invasion of aliens
that destroyed him and all his principles
thinking it won't cause him the harm
forgetting a scorpion will bite your hand
even if you feed him
Categories:
ht, poetry,
Form: Free verse
R-ays
E-rase
Y-our
N-ight
A-s
L-ig ht
D-irectly
O-pens
A-nother
L-ovely
D-awn
E-liminating
F-og
O-f
L-onely
L-ife
A-new
Topic: Birthday of Reynaldo L. Aldefolla, Sr. (August 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
ht, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
L-ove
A-lways
D-rives
Y-ou
L-eaving
Y-awning
H-our
V-iew
I-s
L-ooking
L-ovely
E-rasing
N-ig ht
A-new
Happy birthday, Ladylyh, this nineteenth November!
Categories:
ht, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
My cousin chaos,
is very much like me.
My cousin chaos,
can
do bad things, you see?
He wr
eaks havoc among people,
packs, cl
an s and prides.
He taught me how to do so, too,
and s o
I do, rig
ht by his side.
We conf use, scare, and blind,
the results are always funny.
Call us
if you need trouble,
But be warned: We arr
not s
unny.
We can kill if we want,
we don't think of it as a sin.
We are bloodt
hirsty,
and that's how it's been.
My cousi
n chaos,
is ve ry much like me.
My cousin cha
os,
can do bad things, you see?
I did one of the poems where four lines make a stanza. It's ABCB for the rhyme scheme.
Categories:
ht, conflict, confusion, corruption, crazy,
Form: Free verse
My cousin chaos,
is very much like me.
My cousin chaos,
can
do bad things, you see?
He wr
eaks havoc among people,
packs, cl
an s and prides.
He taught me how to do so, too,
and s o
I do, rig
ht by his side.
We conf use, scare, and blind,
the results are always funny.
Call us
if you need trouble,
But be warned: We arr
not s
unny.
We can kill if we want,
we don't think of it as a sin.
We are bloodt
hirsty,
and that's how it's been.
My cousi
n chaos,
is ve ry much like me.
My cousin cha
os,
can do bad things, you see?
I did one of the poems where four lines make a stanza. It's ABCB for the rhyme scheme.
Categories:
ht, conflict, confusion, corruption, crazy,
Form: Free verse
this had to don
and we won
tho we had to run
it was know fun
being call names
it wasn't about fame
it wasn't a game
this was for a better ht
a up hill fight
HISTORY OF BLACSK RIGHTS
Categories:
ht, abuse, anger,
Form: Light Verse
Honourable scribe of Santa Singh, Banta Singh.
Patented Knight, with malice towards one and all.
Aging beast of H.T. fame, heartless Singh of Singhs.
O! Lewd one, discourage not the budding souls.
Heard Bond wrote a piece; you break another heart.
‘If’ was quoted twenty, but you played your wicked part.
Is it not, the aged who learn with the passage of time.
Supreme are the paths of learning for those who rhyme.
Beware! Prarthana still remains unaware;
‘Who hath done it and where?’ fails to compare.
Macbeth’s jealous theories, and your side of the real story.
You holier than thou, atop those mountains of sand,
Basking in the limelight’s of sheer indulgent praise.
True lord! These exalted, hearken Kalyug’s arrival.
Categories:
ht, life
Form: Free verse