Inside its host it fed.
lurking and undetected,
Yet blind to the fever of its creation.
Instigating incidentally,
It mustn’t prompt its fruit,
As mutation granted its idleness.
Upon which does blame lie
the fever,
Or the hunger?
Serving that teaspoon of wishes bright
luminous, the night has a thousand eyes.
There is something about a wintry night.
That purposeful frost in the air might
bring to life a few dormant excited cries,
serving that teaspoon of wishes bright.
A bit of a nibble without that harsh bite
an idea can turn into the latest franchise.
There is something about a wintry night.
Warming you from the inside despite
silence sometimes replacing replies,
serving that teaspoon of wishes bright.
Silken sprinkles full of star-flakes excite
instigating a flurry of high pitched cries.
There is something about a wintry night.
You borrow a little and share that light,
you’re the talent and all of the supplies.
Serving that teaspoon of wishes bright,
there is something about a wintry night.
A kraken with red wings
Arrived in town, claiming a talent to sing
Lions roared with delight
Wanting to see, such an entertaining frozen water sight
Tigers seemed all right
Knowing their King was in the spotlight
Showing gridiron might
“You may need a rod and reel
That is how a mariner would deal
With this monstrous catch
In the oceans the fisherman needs to fetch”
Watching the seahawks
Stalk
The fishes
With wishes
Accompanied by tartar sauce dishes
Lions got into their car
Left the motor city bar
Engine pistons spewing flames
Supersonic attitude instigating power playing games
Deep into the night air
A Friday night audience relaxed enjoying the affair
Preparing for a scare
That could turn Jay Blue
Challenging the Canadians ‘are you through?”
No matter which two
Find the winning score
Belting one out having the American championship floor
“Turn the page!”
Beth begged, the almighty’s rage
“Is this a real combative stage?
Released from its contained cage?
Prayed her questionnaire
Wondering if anyone cared
Teed off a bit
Beth held back, throwing a fit
Instead, she headed towards the links
Goal, pondering and think
This is a fairway
To live a day
Make it to the green
Only a dream
Find the pin
Earn a win
Knowing it takes a nice drive
Along with a cry
Screaming ‘what fore’
Let’s show war
The door
Peace should reign
Enjoying this parfect game
Where eagles and birdies, never blame
Or complain
Fortune and fame
As a hazard instigating pain
In my country
For you to make sense
You need to have money
For you to be respected
You have to throw money around
For you to find love
You need to have money.
Every effect
A cause
A man's wife may either
"Make" or "break" him
Everyone has their
own style of expressing things.
Forgetting we're souls
Not the body
The soul is limitless
And the body is very limited
We're from the infinite source
Never to be limited to substance or things but purpose.
Ha ha..I laugh.' For you will find 'you will be outmatched.)
By just the Aussies; mind.' Hoody and Topher Antic and
Rennick, Larter, Bos,i Hobart, Brighthope Nickolic its systemic.' Clair
Woodly and Iyah.' Yes the pressure builds higher.' Also I
Am against you.' In truth you'l become a no-show Max Igan
Another one having a go.' Even the white rabbit is poking fun..' Ian Pilmer is having none.' Johnny Stapleton either none.' of your lying.' Soon
The whole world 'will awaken' and your power will be taken'
You are a cowardly bully.' Big bad and bulky.' Big brother
You are fading.' You spawn of dark pagans, society is
Breaking; now all your instigating.' Evil will be turned back on to you.' This is inevitable, and its so true.'
It hurts saying goodbye
never making a phone call again,
never ranting to you again,
never hearing your voice on the other end.
You're gone.
The world is that bit darker without you.
You always had time,
always offered encouragement,
always listened.
Nights spent talking,
instigating, deliberating, debating
even plotting our next steps.
I had you in my future,
but now, you’re becoming my past.
Just yesterday,
we were making plans.
Now those plans are something else.
I drive
my direction takes me to your house.
I ride
my path leads to your door.
I walk
and I find myself on your street.
You were my compass.
For me. For so many.
On the other side,
can you still point me in the right direction?
I know you’re still here.
.
blame'n it on mine
think y'all
likewise
mine engram
both culprits
instigating mine
mine impression
'pon slip
uv mine contemporary
nymph
uv her camberz
her tressez
her sheath
it's
um
taut
tint
tap
Iridescent innocence,
a spectacle of stars
dripping down delicately;
Instigating imagination
that storms a sea of sabbatical;
Dangerous and deranged;
May its magic manifest momentous.
Iridescent innocence,
a spectacle of stars
dripping down delicately;
Instigating imagination
that storms a sea of sabbatical;
Dangerous and deranged;
May its magic manifest momentous.
My pet roach and I got cozy tonight
Ready for dreamland, our bed took flight
Roach loves it when we glide into outer space
I keep silent, sleeping with breathless grace.
Roach tries to tell me scary stories later.
Pretending we almost fell down a shaft, an elevator.
His wild fabrications are supposed to give me awful nightmares.
I ignore instigating, so he runs off to tease grizzly bears.
Call it what you will,
even though you’re not supposed to;
Now we think it’s ok to stay quiet?
Shut your mouth but I won’t stay silent;
Out of options to remain out of control,
right now that’s what we need more of;
Sit back follow a train off the tracks;
Hop on follow the jet set,
instigating a riot of silence
poised for the loudest defeat.
And so the soup’s, coming to a boil
Very difficult, not to get embroiled
Rumour has it, Hitler’s on the rise
Goose stepping, in poetic disguise
Jackboots kick open, doors of rhyme
Acrostics embed, swastikas sublime
Vaxxers accused, of a new blitzkrieg
Covid deniers, offer vapid intrigue
Enigma encoded, in sonnets of fear
Lady Haw Haw, sobs crocodile tears
All together poets, salute Sieg Heil!
Conspiracy theories, jabs are on trial
Contagious haikus, causing upset
Biden instigating, everyone’s death
God’s gone paranoid, so we’re told
Playing both sides, to steal our souls
Armband stars, equal covid passes
Monoku writers, killing the masses
Limericks are evil, piled full of poop
No place for crap jokes, tainting soup
Poets reincarnated, in nom de plume
Childish dark magic, one has assumed
So do ends, always justify the means
In war and pandemic, mania’s routine
By
David Kavanagh
My love lit in darkness
absolute lightness that weighs,
subtle clarity in the dim
a gracious value that prays...
Paced current that accelerates
a freed engine that feeds
an artifact of love assembled
an arsenal of stored affection...
My love star curtain
a beam of light that transmits
peace of calm lake through life.
A well-constructed idyll that raises
a set of instigating purity
the most it offers, most increases... !
dark cloud overhead
changing forms, instigating
becoming a storm
written August 2, 2021
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