Though impecunious at the time I was,
I just had to have a bottle garden because
I thought how beautiful a colossal one could be,
so I headed to antique shops and collected some for free.
I found at least 200 most sublime -
empty bottles which once contained fine perfume or wine.
I planted them around my yard neck up from the ground.
They sure look pretty with plastic flowers poking out.
Quirks
Lennon and McCartney
Composed a song for harps,
But neither one was very good
At reading flats and sharps.
DaVinci was a total whiz
at graphic arts and science,
but could he run a marathon,
or wrestle with the giants?
Transformers bring us light,
As Tesla had some genius.
Yet, he had no business sense,
Thus perished impecunious.
Descartes declared, "I am,"
And Marx united workers,
But when it came to music,
Both of them were shirkers.
Socrates taught others
By making pointed queries.
Although he was illiterate,
We understand his theories.
Lincoln, Ford, and Edison
Are considered rather legend'ry.
But for all of their accomplishments,
They never finished second'ry.
The moral of the story is,
If your marks are wanting,
Do not be dismayed,
It's really not that daunting.
Each soul has its genius.
Each soul has its quirk.
If you follow both of those,
Then your dream can work.
Love is but a game of two,
I've noted with curiosity.
But who will pair me, who?
Who will choose someone like me?
It is a game, so they say,
It is a way it seems for all.
It is a game for two to play,
And if played well it will pay.
But in all the places that I've been,
In all the ones I choose to go,
No one like me will ever win,
That I've seen, that I really know.
In all the experiences I've got
The only thing my heart will melt.
But to be with you it seems will not,
I've seen it in the places that I've dwelt.
For how can I love a beautiful one when I'm ugly,
How can I love a perfect lass when I'm miserable?
How can she be with someone like me?
How can she sit at an impecunious table?
I am an island to myself
With sands and stones of lachrymose.
And she should keep it to herself
That hope is but an overdose.
Love is but a game of two,
I've noted with curiosity.
But who will pair me, who?
Who will choose someone like me?
The impecunious lad of no means
had most impeccable manners it seems
he wooed rich guy’s wife
they ran off with no strife
the wealthy man kills them nightly in his dreams
Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door
By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity a court of law ordered to pay an alimony
Or who among supporters of Venomous Vipers FC sent a rose flower
To a big carrot’s girlfriend, raising the temperature in her home
Where her incensed husband puffing and huffing threatened to disfigure the alleged culprit
Whom he accused of destabilizing the genome
Insisting the culprit he would ill-treat
As news hunters speculated on merits and demerits of the law of the jungle
The aggrieved husband contemplated inflicting on the innocent man
News hunters felt didn’t deserve the bungle
The husband riding a rickety van planned as a ban
That would serve his wife right as she could no longer go to the market
To buy beef, cabbage, tomato
Even if she wasn’t involved in any racket
To sell or buy at low prices an Irish potato.
Money is value
Impecunious to be
Double edge sword bleed.
Written: 10/20/15
I grew up in a normal family,
A story told by different people,
with the same affinity.
Grew along with the same saying,
"The richer gets richer and the poor gets poorer".
Never did I care to look into the latter side,
Never did I weep for those impecunious.
All along I was enticed in the richness,
That never did I know I will fall below.
Then did I know what it felt like,
Being indigent, hungry, thirsty and in solitude.
A light of hope was sent from above,
I gained my strength to fight back,
Not to be enticed in the same richness,
But for those dwelling below just as I was.
Barren land of illiteracy ,
Soil never having been loosened,
Not fertilized by education !
Prejudice from heart difficult to eradicate,
Aspirations vacilitate, soon disheartened,
Barren land of illiteracy !
Comforts and bad money marionette ,
End of the day, lie disillusioned,
Not fertilised by education !
Howsoever doodads may shipshape,
Barefaced soul eventually feels threatened,
Barren land of illiteracy !
Eyes riveted at the door go grave,
Impecunious mason carving in house darkened,
Not fertilised by education !
Succor will soon arrive I hypothecate,
A town feared seized will stand fortified,
Barren land of illiteracy,
Not fertilised by education !!
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Contest- rhyme battle- round 4
A villanelle ,
19/3/2014
Now entered for contest "Only villanelle and terzanelle"
By Shadow Hamilton
Accurate. I asked a question, didn't have time to wait for the answer, acted upon gut instinct and found out the answers for myself.
Found that accuracy was subjective
Reflective of identity within, sinned again
Winners and losers all
Hell passed by this fall, called vacant hearts
To the podium, go home
I find that I have never been happy
Accurate.
Found that the questions were instinctual
But did not, in fact, 'stink'
Guts tell us lies as apt as brains link
To the wrong side of a track, left or right?
Right then, go home
I find that you have never been happy
Accurate.
Found that truth and love is the directive
Let lions leap for courage like this
Let men reap the reward
Let God take the credit
Impecunious lot
Accurate.
Oh, anything that is not?
Guts do not equal brains,
Come cast shackles off pain
Give him the lot
He can heal them
Capture an angel and free a soul
Lock it all up and never let it go
Hurt to heal, heal to hurt.
Accurate.
Stop the damned lies
Give the answer
Tie it down and give in
Lie down, it is within
Three Three Three
Sing it for me
Accurate.
I find that happy is not accurate.
Times so full of grief and sorrow
Tears fall and feelings so hollow
Woeful days as Mr. Impecunious
Dutifully and lovingly studious
The morrow does not bring relief
Rather just the same emotional thief
Pilfering puny pockets, he strays
One hand fastidious and gay
But he shouts to the sky that is gray
Calls wonders down from heaven's fray
Save me, and shout down from above
Grace envelop and stay his hand's love
Not to be slayed by the thief's churlish touts
Of his winning ways, God surreptiously left out
In my pockets, so empty of radiant doves
With his hammer in hand, I don these holy gloves
Save me
A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time
Crystal shatters against me, in my prime
I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound
Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound
I fell from Heaven, fast and strong
Into a world, endangered by wrong
I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love
A second chance for humanity, sent from above
I’m a legend, a titan of Greek mythology
The body of an Adonis, the dream of muscology
I defend the greater good, and eliminate the hate
My methods far from clean cut, they’re an ethical debate
I was born Titanium, with a sword in hand
I can manipulate thunder, with a wave of my hand
I am Titanium, and the overlord is my enemy
The creator of greed, money and the impecunious amenity
Time is serenading a soulless march
September sings mournful, parched tomb
Lies untouched in the bleeding hearts crying out
For redemption and hearing a requiem no doubt
Iniquity without solace, truth waved bye
Long ago and we suffer and die
As vapid pleonasms offer no comfort
To troubled minds and souls, now come forth
Receive the blessings found in this tomb
Reciprocity of love and truth now looms
Across the sky when you enter here and help
The impecunious muster, give them a hand
Love your brother young man, for this tomb
In its glory and blazing irascible light dooms
Evil's plans of vile treachery, blindsides the
Buried bile of biblical mockery so confided and...
Entombed eternal
"Become who you were born to be, not who you've allowed yourself to become."