Flushed,
kicked to the curb and stunned,
waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs,
dispelled as dumbed,
come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun,
toned and intonated,
17 things to endanger-
39 to reconnoiter,
there was nothing to do,
nowhere to go,
some people showed,
they were enhanced,
I was so gold-
aggrandized yet grow'd,
I couldn't even agree with the folks,
got stunned and littered as the roads,
melted plaster and recreated the last masters focused.
Categories:
intonated, art, assonance, celebrity, desire,
Form: Blank verse
I see his book of poetry
Master poet of bygone years
And from his grave he speaks to me
With inaudible words quite clear.
I reach for Poe and read Lenore:
“Ah, broken is the golden bowl”
You must “weep now or never more!”
I knew her not till now, poor soul!
But I’ll recite a monody
of youth, death and slanderous tongues
with intonated prosody
for this youth that died so young.
Categories:
intonated, death,
Form: Verse