Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride
to juicy jukebox jabbering
in jackal jackboots
from nearby jungle
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating
jambalaya to justify a
juggled juxtapositional
jurisdiction jamming
as jugular vein jingled jewels
joyfully jauntily jaywalking
to a jay named Jim Jolly !
Onward he jumped to a
Jungian junction
Jupiter jocund watching his
journeying joints
journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit
or jeweller jiggled this job
So he jerked his jess
like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the
next jangle of jasmine
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin
though sometimes Mr Hyde
with jeroboam swirling alongside !
Categories:
jeroboam, 12th grade, extended metaphor,
Form: Alliteration
Frowning, I read the words of a sanctimonious poem.
one t'would be praised and lauded by sinful, Jeroboam.
Its lines were written by one who is ignorant and daft
to think at mankind's flaws, almighty God would laugh.
Scorn Satan if insisting on talking about liars and fools.
Their weaknesses exploited. They're the devil's tools,
but don't point a finger at God, thinking He's amused.
It's terribly irreverent to Him when He's falsely accused.
To think God would chuckle or express an ounce of mirth
over the grievous wrongs taking place today on Earth,
makes one look quite foolish, and I'll say, "Shame on you!"
The hand that scribbled such words is guilty of a snafu.
Have you no respect for our Father, the God of love?
Piety seems to be a quality this poet has fallen short of.
Read scripture for a better understanding of theology
and think about saying a prayer, offering God an apology.
Categories:
jeroboam, god,
Form: Rhyme
Never doth Wither thou destiny, for forwards you enact then thou shalt decline,
Henceforth every man shalt fret upon the blazing wine, amongst it’s loss,
Such a jeroboam shalt heed straightaway, as the human spirit shatters thee,
Opulent Tyranny hast thou been longing, thorough the Translucent stakes of Time,
And I shalt not witness your fallen louse, for nothing more can succumb to you,
Only enough can suffice for death-yet yours is enacted through the unknown.
Categories:
jeroboam, 11th grade, depression, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?
POEM
I am painting my soul the color of poem
Are you writing all of my proem
Did we have no im in the era of jeroboam
The universe is containing of phloem
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando December 5, 2016
Categories:
jeroboam, allusion,
Form: Quatrain
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine,
The older am I,
The Stronger my tipsiness,
I am packed in old Jeroboam bottle;
May be in old filthy bottle,
Yet soul is fresh vigorous,
inebriating wine;
My soul is prisoner under cork,
Once is released,
gravity is at height;
Squirt my wetty aroma,
exhilarates all for fun;
My body may break or perish,
Even may leave me helpless,
Yet am Bordeaux wine, loved by all,
They all know, more the older am I,
More the tipsiness I have;
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine;
© Sadashivan Nair.
Categories:
jeroboam, age, life, wine,
Form: Prose Poetry
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words
For you to know its a poem
For your eyes are blank like you drank
Alcohol straight from a jeroboam
Your hearts are curled
Like the fists of a newborn
Your ears are closed shut
Your mind a distant storm
For man fails to recognize
The words between the lines
We fail to find our purpous
Cause our lives are so unjust
We take in too much pride
Of our own lives
Pride in our breasts
And our heads held high
But like little children
Our humility will suffer
We shall wipe the weary feet of
Our fellow sisters and brothers
So consider this a warning
And a reassurance too
Soon I hope you'll recognize
The humble spirit in you.
Categories:
jeroboam, inspirational, life, people
Form: Rhyme
You’re not allowed to read this poem!
Unless your name is Jeroboam.
So stop right now before you start,
A mindless poem with no heart.
No need to let your eyes a’ wander,
You must have tons of time to squander --
Looking at this awful mess,
Of verbal anecdotal-ness.
You just don’t listen to my haste!
Instead your hard-earned time you’ll waste.
I warn you, it will now soon end…
It’s just around this sentences’ bend --
So just
to mess
with
you
I’ll
write,
A falling sentence, leaning right;
You’ve reached the end I hope you know,
There’s nothing more for me to show…
If you’re still here, there’s no more rhyme --
Cause this is now the final line.
Categories:
jeroboam, funny, imagination, on writing
Form: Rhyme
Silent screams, tender dreams.
If you must know, I have that tiny glow
Walking down the street, with no one to meet.
The only thing that matters, if that city
just flatters... Me ... See
My dream was always to go there,
Spend all my money without a care
Broadway shows
My heart will go where ever the road flows
They call me the Black Rose
That gentle glide and independent pose
Reading those destructable poems, No I
wasn't writting them while drinking Jeroboam.
Just don't wake me up, Unless you're going
to give me that coffee cup
My dreams will always lay in New York City
It's just like a Holy City.
Categories:
jeroboam, happiness, imagination, life, places,
Form: Free verse