Cadre, thou art quincurion.
Five pointed star says sight, scion.
One in the center, mighty strong.
Four on the sides to greet the throng.
Clamber right o'er that wall, burglar.
Prize in thy eyes, shoot past the par.
Combination lock, face of safe.
O machine gunner, time to strafe.
Quinnat, move thy force in quinnet?
Pincer formation wins the bet.
However, salmon, wedge has wings.
Beware the spinneret. It stings.
Coalacanth, in the glassy lake.
Life is a rogue with thirst to slake?
Turmoil and trial? Fresh ocean blue?
Red rabbit, river, run straight through.
Quoddity, haunt the quadlibet?
Placard, plinth alabaster. Yet:
Relevance, where do you stake claim?
Pertinent, prosper. Fling, O flame.
Entelechy, thy entalpy.
Reason, heat up and sing in me!
Tangle, my thought-spark! Lightning falls!
Blistering broadsides by the balls!
Salve of diviner, vision weird.
Cel animation leered and jeered.
Alien skies and faces strange.
Jagged pulsation, range the change.
Electric shock, fire furious eyes.
Bring back the bolt that fastest flies.
Whirlpool, hum and whir. Broken bow.
Whippoorwill, swallow, undertow.
Crunch of her shoes fascinated the hallway
House had been empty way too long
Husband waited, expecting her to open the door
Masked, dressed in black, intruder entered bedroom
Husband reached for his glasses
They were cowering under the bed
Stranger walked over to the bed and leered at him
He had no way of knowing who or what this was about
Wife entered muted bedroom, giggling like a running toilet
Confused and terrified, husband covered his head to dream
Never have i ever seen a day with
Much more gloom
If I gave a damn i would say that
I am a perfect imperfection anyone
Could know. born of unpleasant
Circumstances
Growing up i liked to chase birds
From my fire escape when we
Lived in the city when I grew old I
Shamed to etch the momentary
Themes in life. All of the mile
Stones passed me by.
As I passed one hundred years I
Knew death by name.
The grim Repear some would whisper
Caring not for their day. I
Maneuvered all precautions not
To let him in, my friend. he was cunning.
he was the one that didn't let me out of
My flower filled casket. It was
Then that I took my final bow. My
Number was up.
The grim Repear was there searching
For the next victim of their final
Fate. Can't escape death he
Sneered as he leered when they
Carefully lowered me entombed
Be at peace one said. Live
Cautiously for death rules this
Catastrophic plateau droned the
Wisdom of the preacher
She was like a big doll, he thought,
As he watched her standing stoically
So prominent in the window display.
A window shopper looked in. So attractive, he thought.
Suddenly all reminiscent ideas fled,
As she had disappeared from view.
He walked towards the window display.
There was the dummy wearing a coat
With a large mirror behind it.
Not a coat of fashion, though around the neck
It had some expensive fur, a mink no doubt.
It was not beyond his means really.
He mused whether he would dare offer it to her.
But he hardly knew her and was not rich really,
Just a poor latrine attendant with no schooling.
Dreams! He was a fool for out of the shop
She came wearing the coat and she was not alone.
A hunk of a man strode confidently with her.
He looked back at the window now without the coat.
Only the mirror remained. His face leered back at him.
Was his face that ugly that he resembled a mink?
Ah well, even minks have a loving mate!
Climb inside and buckle in
Anxiously twisting the key
As a mechanical symphony roars to life
Setting nine hundred horses free
The machine becomes an extension
Of my own flesh and bone
My heart beats in choppy rhythm
While eight cylinders scream in tone
Launch sequence initiated
The green bulb’s affirmative glare
Release one button as I depress another
The front tires suspend in mid air
The mechanical cavalry stampedes
While the pipes cry out their siren song
Defiantly embedding rubber into asphalt
Parallel stripes running dark and long
Every gear change seemingly effortless
Acceleration that flattens your chest
Control of the beast seems impossible
While every sense is put to the test
Heads swivel and jaws drop open
The earth quakes as I roll past
Vanishing into the darkness
Redefining the meaning of “fast”
For I have stared fear in the face
While others stood back and leered
I stomped my right foot in defiance
And clicked down to a lower gear
This - the Divine Unity
Of Man and his Machine
In water we may be baptised
But in horsepower we are redeemed
Hubris and centrism are forever hook and mitt
A myriad of players does seemingly afflict
Resenting green eyes now focusing in
Rocks tangled with glass and taken square on the chin
Petulant stance, the recreants cry
Transitorily deuced with an inquisitive why
Posturing accepted, a haughty delivery in the night
Furtive and devious, and not very bright
Mystified clearly, network disrupted
Vista on essence, simply corrupted
Spiteful in pattern, indifferent and rude
Coercion les enlist, poultry and crude
Yeah lesson concluded and left to reflect
Degree obtained, autonomic architect
Every posterior, leered and showcased for thee
Closing of view and this third degree
First date
Can't wait
Go slow
Love grows
Too fast
Won't last
So weird
He leered
Nice try ~
Said bye
power ain't a yoke - felon fumes:
dark dribbles by bruised blitzkrieg puked
damp dexterity whooshing wiles
nocturnal nimble, nosy knights
wealth is not a spell - callous crest:
eerie evil enthroned on breast
of voluptuous vices, cloned fractures
dripping oddities, leered leisure
fame is far from a pawned princess:
porous pleasures gored by recess
gaunt gores gnawing la-de-da lust
featured foils, favor's fostered guts
all qualities are privileges
measured and shrunk at expiry.
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Note: of quaking qualities.
there was a punctured potter
whose wills strained shuffled shudders
meagre muds moistened massive moans
dark traces drooled, gaunt glows
hoisted zeal hankered hampers:
eerie efforts pruned pulpy pesters
lanky labour leered, futility feigned lame
crushed contractions, callous confetti's crave
damp death drilled his plague
sumptuous suck, nosy nectar's crest
potter birthed a son,a generation then another son
whilst masticated malady mimicked, poring pawns
the keener he carved a shape,
soaring swifter contractors come for claims.
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Note: of punctured potter.
moaning moon munched
by taunted tongue -
gaunt gloom thrust
felon fate flung -
leered lanky lurch
shunned sassy verge
met tuning tree
crumbling crescendos' spree
porous path's plea
saucy swing strapped
tamed tactic trance
dribbling dark dance
shrewd shaver tossed
trailing snoop's trot.
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Note: Of plagued picture.
How quickly our world changes
filling the minds with an allure!
The clothes hanging in the closet
are no longer stylish and hot;
the new trends are for the elite
who are exploited by the designers
creating the latest fashions
not appealing to the masses
who have eyes set on modest prices,
not on meticulous attire made to compete.
What's so strange and confusing
is that men once had a dress code,
and looking sharp they assumed their role
by charming women as they leered.
Today's eccentricities are irritating:
would a real man wear something weird
that looks feminine for the sake of fashion?
Is he comfortable with this transformation?
He Sat On His Favorite Bench,
In Their Favorite Park,
Cracked And Crumbled,
His Eyebrows Knitted Together,
He Leered,
Sadness Clouded His Features,
He Drew His Lower Lip Between His Teeth,
From Memories,
His Thoughts Clouded,
Fighting Back Broken Tears,
An Old Woman Appeared,
She Gave Him A Dirty Look,
Her Nose Stuck In The Air,
She Sat Down On His Claimed Bench,
He Scrutinized As She Peered.
Suddenly,
Recognition Dawned On Their Faces,
Her Mouth Curved Into A Smile,
His Eyes Glistened,
Beneath His Almost Tears,
They Were So Much Older Now,
Unrecognizable At First,
But A Love Lost,
Had Prevailed,
And Was Found,
After So Many Years.
~Vickie Thayer~
I don’t want to forget the way
you said “Come over here.”
The way you looked at me,
the way you smiled, you leered.
You kissed my neck and
wiped the spit.
I fell hard,
I took a hit.
My spirit whines,
my voice shakes hard,
“Can we still be friends?”
on a white school note card.
My friends all knew,
no one understood,
I cried a lot,
“What we had was good.”
I cut my hair,
it’s there no more:
“He liked her with long hair
so she cut it short.”
Out the window flows my gaze
Blissfully journeying the horizon,
-- Like the fair sea bestowed per Poseidon --
Lost among secular golden haze.
The sky leered angrily gray
And bitterly cried frigid tears
From the fjords with ducts’ flowing fears
Trapping man like a ghastly cliché.
Chills gripped many a tree
And strangled life from all limbs
Drowning in white like a child without fins
Now life must resurrect debris.
Aye, Apollo ogles over the hidden,
The perfume of life gleams
And so everything seems
To breathe breath brio-ridden.
All in the course of 365 days
Can so much wither or flourish in a bouquet.
The cliques will talk circles around you.
Switch tables a few times, get the full story.
You'll see how they overlap and intertwine.
They're not all lying, no.
But none of them are giving all the details.
It's far too risky to let an outsider in,
so they slide the blade across the floor,
to your feet,
making sure the proper arrangements are made.
Nobody wants to ruin the big surprise.
We're all in the dark, after all.
Slide a bullet in the chamber and spin the chambers,
before you change your mind.
Then, look around at all these fools.
Whispering about each other, and about you.
And how they've always leered at me.
How they pity me.
And how I pity them.
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