I never knew some girls could be so mean
and carry on like a trans high school teen.
It sure ain’t raging hormones
cos this coven are old crones
who crave attention and wish to be seen!
So I shall grant them that wish they so crave
and make ‘em my witch ‘n make ‘em my slave.
I will immortalise ‘em
with my satirical pen
until they want more and make me their fave!
(I think I already am)
Written March 2025
PS: Note to Mean Girls. Please stop writing
and posting inane tirades disguised as
red pill humour and let’s just move on
shall we. You make it way too easy!
Play out your girl aggression somewhere
else. Don’t be “damp squibs”. Bygones?
Categories:
immortalise, anti bullying, conflict, humorous,
Form: Limerick
My Shiny Beetle
I found a shiny beetle,
I call him Glitterbug Jim.
He’s dead and I’m heartbroken
So I’m going to immortalise him.
I’ll wrap him round in resin
So all the world can see
His spindly legs and shiny bot
For all Eternity.
Yes, I’ll wrap him round in resin
And write a mournful verse
So he can rest forever
In his little resin hearse.
Categories:
immortalise, heartbroken, humor, insect, obituary,
Form: Rhyme
It has always been my nature to live through a pen. I have never known my feelings until they formed into poetry. And I fear memory will never be enough to keep a record of every heartbeat. So it only makes sense that I want to immortalise you in verse. I want to find a metaphor that captures the way my heart waves in my chest. When you say my name, I want to fill a book with your smile. I want to write a poem that rivals your beauty, but I don't think I could. You are irrelevant, holy, and indescribable, and our love is too expansive to fit on a page. I could call you the ocean, but you are also the moon, the beach, and the sun. I could call you a star, but you are an entire constellation, the entire night sky, the entire universe, and more. I could call you an angel, but you are Heaven and Earth and everything in between, so I will call you what I've dreamed of and hoped for my whole life. I will call this safety. I will call this home. I will call this love. and I will pretend it is enough.
Categories:
immortalise, blessing, boyfriend, dream, i
Form: Free verse
Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times
That go unsung on emotional climes,
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's
Countless merrymakings and strifes.
And so why do we say crisp verse
Comes rarer than the bluest rose?
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe
Full of as much rhyme as its source?
But there's painful absence of a patient pen
Ready to immortalise varying deeds of men
In freshest tones and in fine-metred lines,
In memorable turns and high-troped signs.
A thousand sweet odes unspeaking lie
In your sorrow-filled text to a lost friend;
And millions of muted epics sadly sigh
In killing failures into successes turned.
Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath
Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death.
Categories:
immortalise, art,
Form: Lyric
Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times
That go unsung on emotional climes,
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's
Countless merrymakings and strifes.
And so why do we say crisp verse
Comes rarer than the bluest rose?
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe
Full of as much rhyme as its source?
But there's painful absence of a patient pen
Ready to immortalise varying deeds of men
In freshest tones and in fine-metred lines,
In memorable turns and high-troped signs.
A thousand sweet odes unspeaking lie
In your sorrow-filled text to a lost friend;
And millions of muted epics sadly sigh
In killing failures into successes turned.
Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath
Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death.
Categories:
immortalise, art,
Form: Lyric
To all the poets
who write so well,
who write from the heart,
their feelings they tell.
Hastily scribbled
for all to read,
to merit responses,
to fill that need.
To aid in recovering
from emotional pain,
keep writing your poetry,
again and again.
Bless all you Poets
with emotions so strong,
to immortalise them in writing,
Is truly never wrong.
Categories:
immortalise, literature, poets, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Beware the bullies and the hecklers
for I am in need of material.
It is a need born of worse than you,
a need born from much greater than want.
Stand aside those that would love me
to see me suffer down the track.
For I can immortalise you for what you truly are,
and you shall be recognised whilst nameless.
You make hurl your sticks,
you may sling your stones,
but your names will always hurt me,
and I will reflect that pain toward you.
I am a real man, I show my feelings,
and I feel deeper than you know.
Deeper than you could ever feel
unless you have a place in prose.
Words can paint a thousand pictures
but will provide no frame.
If you want to hurt me
I am ready for that game.
Categories:
immortalise, abuse,
Form: Free verse
(after Michelangelo Buonarotti)
How is it, ma mignonne, (as we all know)
that figures carved in mountain marble stay
exquisite, pristine, everlasting, though
the hand that shaped them dies, and rots away?
The Cause must cede. Effect alone survives.
That Life is short, and Art is long, I yield.
I speak as one who, as an artist, strives
to vanquish Time and Death, and claim the field.
And with your help, I’ll do it. With my skill
and your unblemished beauty, we can make
a semblance of your dignity and grace.
When we are dead and gone, mankind will still,
astonished, contemplate your lovely face,
and say, “See how he suffered for her sake.”
Categories:
immortalise, art,
Form: Sonnet
Mystified me, the expressions so weird;
Neither love nor acceptance
It stirred my soul, churned my mind
Why so?? bewilderment continued...
Humiliation, reprimands, insults
Discrimination, innuendo, malice
victimised the poor,the needy,the deprived
Unheard men,their voice suppressed!
Situation proliferated and protracted
Proofs to augmenting denial,disgrace and social decay.
Even in death none to commiserate!
No helping hands to lift them all.....
Never in my thought would i ever wish
to immortalise this picture of colossal wreck;
Let miracle happen and herald a tide
to wash away this plight and resurrect this all
Deep within, my soul cries, why is it real
Why is it happening???
The only solace I find is a ray of hope
that a miracle occurs and ignites a spark of resurrection ,
to mop all discrimination and vices with its gentle sweep!
Categories:
immortalise, angel, art,
Form: Free verse
The tree
has fallen
The
domestic
choose the
ways of the
wild
Rules are
broken
Things fall
apart
The virgin
have lost
her virginity
Where is
our aged
father?
They have
follow the
old whether
Who shall
immortalise
this?
Its loosing
its value
The infant
are blind
Who shall
open their
eye?
The old
value I
desire to
drink its
water
But the
fallen rain
polluted it
Let dance
to the beat
of the gong
But our feet
are fixed to
the rhythm
of another
drum
We can not
see the
value
Come!he
becone at
us
The infant
are weak
They have
lost the skill
The old are
mute
Their voice
crack
Who shall
exhume the
value From
the grave
the grave of
our aged
father?
The
value,still
fresh in the
memory of
the old
But the
infant are
blank of it
Let the
domestic
restrain the
wild
Let the
ancestors
be called
upon
But can the
value
stand?
Categories:
immortalise, america, old, grave, old,
Form: ABC
Strong storm blew the boat until it did strand
Upon rock_ shore so very far away.
Please my gentle lover give me your hand
There is no way you would let me be prey
Row me and the boat ashore to assay
This beautiful place we will immortalise
No! we did not go down in depths to decay
Nor did guardian angel go down likewise
Didn't matter what nature will devise
Lived through shipwreck we will go down in fame
Thru this somehow we will be eternise
The whole wide world will remember my name
Now this small green isle we'll surely subdue
As our great love grows and somehow renew
Categories:
immortalise, fantasy, life, love, mystery,
Form: Sonnet
I sat to pen a remembrance of you,
in poetic subtleties and disguise
I sought to paint a picture you.
But subtleties are no veil
for a pain in the soul inscribed
for a mild discomfort, maybe
but for a friend you, no.
In verse did I seek to consider you, oh poet.
in rhythm and imagery
I sought to tell a story, a story you.
But rhythm neer does in step move
with sobs and muffled wails,
and what imagery attends
hollow eyes gazed upon pain.
For commentaries on faceless statutes maybe
but for my confidant you no.
"Be strong and pen", I steadied faltering arms
"to immortalise a friend in verse" I commanded,
with all the tones and hue of a poem
that of a boast you'd make from the heavens
But a poem neer will
of this poet suffice to tell
for you were first a friend to me
before a poet to the world.
A poem thus cannot tell
of the pain and hurt deeply felt
May be if it was in tears pened
and with sobs punctuated.
Categories:
immortalise, confusion, death, loss, sad,
Form: I do not know?