Self interest abandons us all
Politicians on the make
shades of muddied truth
flicker like worm casts
Information over lorded,
lingering secret conversations
in dusty corridors
The consequences need no mentioning
The reasons I can no longer comprehend
Categories:
lorded, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Lorded
The mad writer licked the crystal
To get a sale
This he got oh yes
Bought an atomic
And sent it to Putin
By 1st class post
Eventful War Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Categories:
lorded, conflict, funny, nonsense, political,
Form: Blank verse
Seventy-nine and counting now:
I’ve got a little streak
continuing to close my rings;
obsession’s not yet peaked.
My wife says that I am possessed
by My Precious new watch,
that I’ve surpassed that Smeagol lad,
taken it up a notch.
But it’s no worse than poetry;
in fact, they’re both a win:
the one keeps dementia at bay,
the other keeps me thin.
Categories:
lorded, health,
Form: Quatrain
I found it when the tide was out,
a small pool of life marooned
in the rocks, a leftover
from four hours ago, holding
an octopus, two starfish
and a crab captive
in a watery cage.
I stared into its shallow eye,
past a milky cataract of cloud
and saw smaller life dart
and dash for cover
in the threads of purple weed,
fleeing from my finger
as it stirred their heavens
and sent terrifying whirlpools
to lash their world.
I lorded over this handful
of bounty left by the sea,
a subdued and captured pocket
of its might, prodding and poking
until I realized
the blue ringed beauty
of the octopus could kill me,
with just one bite.
Categories:
lorded, pride, sea,
Form: Free verse
The dead can still be warmly applauded
Who on us in some field had lorded
And his overripe honours remembered
Which he himself must’ve numbered.
A piece of provocation
When earnestly it had been waited for,
A never lessening expectation
From every supposed worshipping knock on his door;
Body movements of the dismayed at a delay,
Disappointed reflections on the sun being overhead and no hay.
On the palms of next of kin dropped
Who would his appreciation voice unstopped
But Alas not first mystically consulting the winner,
By this omission making himself some sort of sinner.
Arrives at a time
Winner’s earthly clock has ceased to chime
And he had off zoomed for a court business
That brooks no human witness.
Categories:
lorded, confidence, death, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
Set me among the honor of men,
Set me wind past a storm high hopes among prayer,
Set me as tall as a mountain but deep as any river,
Set me for courage among a dig where is one belongings,
Set me not at test but infinite possibility,
Set me onto upright knowing to just believe,
Set me high hope of glory stage frighted none,
Set me as the man deed to destiny,
Set me for who man is supposed to be,
Set me for just as to be,
Set me Free Oh Lorded Oh Lord.
Categories:
lorded, art, love,
Form: Verse
As love embedded itself in Cifolta’s heart,
vengeance burned a hole in Jiralam’s.
She only saw his unflawed face
and sculpted body,
a well-baked, rakish dish,
plying her with wiles,
oozing with winning wooings
But her senses were bedazzled
by his chameleon charm,
and as his impeccable, impossible pulchritude
blended with her own,
and desirous sighs escaped their satiated lips,
Jiralam seized the amulet dangling
from his damp chest and
hurled it from the bed,
dashing the magic,
reverting, revealing
a bloated blob of malformed features
“You who shunned Ikmoch and embraced Jiralam,
know that I am he!
You who lorded your love aloofly,
taunting a lowly, lonely, homely man,
now share his bed and body!
Behold the naked truth, Cifolta,
and weep with shock and shame!”
And Cifolta clasped her own bright amulet
and cast it free from her breast,
shedding her gorgeous guise,
and a misshapen clump lay beneath Ikmoch,
her fleshy mess meshing with his own
as laughter wracked their wrinkles
And having much in common,
the lovers soon were wed,
and made many pretty children,
who bore no resemblance to their parents
Categories:
lorded, irony, love,
Form: Free verse
I am treated as though am a puppet
Controlled and programmed
To only do the mistresses bidding
My personality sent into obscurity
Like a tattered note devoid of rhythm
Always give sound to your voice
There is a reason you have it
When your dissatisfaction is hidden in silence
It becomes a satisfaction
Things get lorded over me
As though am a confused being
Devoid of my needs and want
At times I get treated like a slave boy
With the command button
On a remote pressed
Go and bring this
Go and drop that
Take these things away from here
Empty these things here
Like a pack of cards
I am distraught
What I am still doing around this space
I do not know
All your efforts under measured
Like a baby one gets spoken to
It’s not your fault
‘Because of my ignorance and negligence
I found myself in this situation
How I wish I did things right when I had the chance
Without having to pay a stiff price as this
At least I know it’s all but for a time
Because a bright light lies at the end of my tunnel
I just have to be tenacious in all I do
Because success does not come without strive.
Categories:
lorded, depression, feelings, hurt, identity,
Form: Free verse
Willingly lorded by uncertainty
in a town where danger robs
all for just a good reward
Categories:
lorded, adventure, people, philosophy, power,
Form: Senryu
When told to tow the lines
In steno-scopic sight,
Rebellious of the signs
Fight for your right to fight.
Presented with the guff
That all shall be all-right,
Predictably it’s rough
Fight for your right to fight.
Narcissistically!
Opposability!
Demonstrability!
Vindicability!
Welcome to the kingdom
Where will is just a blight,
Just a severed symptom
Fight for your right to fight.
Septic it may happen
In day or maybe night,
Shy of what you reckon
Fight for your right to fight.
Narcissistically!
Opposability!
Demonstrability!
Vindicability!
Lorded over ever
I’ll see the victor’s height,
Falling to the never
Fight for my right to fight.
I’ll beckon and I’ll win
From darkish into white,
Embedded in my skin
The simple right to fight!
Vindicability!
14/09/2013 ADO
Copyright 2013 Adam Parker
Categories:
lorded, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Spent seventy cents on sentry saints
Though soul and spirit rebel with the pulse
I read their abuse with an effort of excuse
This rum, this loaf to feast is grossly imbalanced
These pennies paid with pains on African plains
Twice a dozen days my labor effort to afford
This gesture though un-lorded is induced
To keep on keeping on a faint kiss on the cross
Multitudes embrace, a singly saint can't otherwise
Not for the hate, neither duty nor pride
It's to keep the tradition not to go instinct
We were schooled givers never lack
For fair play, takers also never lack
In appreciation, a pauper comes riding a Lexus
And by the way life goes, Earth will crowd Heavens
Wouldn't there be a gendarme post raised?
Then a ghetto for the screening of saints
But for the cents, the kobo's and cowries offered
Heavens will erect a bureau De change
God, for the treasure the Earth offers thee.
Categories:
lorded, irony, earth,
Form: Free verse
That lone tree,
king of vegetation,
in a bald sparse,
spread of a plain,
as if it lorded,
the full and total lot,
spread was green,
but exposed,
to sun rays,
if heat became more,
the green turned,
greying rot,
emanating,
an unfriendly smell,
as a traveller,
I could tell,
now I was tired,
as I had no tires,
but on barefoot,
I was from far,
sighting the proud lord,
it was still flushed green,
from lack of competition,
and a lot of ground to feed,
I scurried faster for shade,
I was sure I will not be refused,
But the lord had his ways,
it had root sinews,
swollen out of ground,
everywhere,
as if very proud,
It made even sitting stable,
under it so difficult,
then it had its own clan,
of flattering bufoons,
mainly birds of prey,
that shat and swooped down,
on visitors,
jerking branches in violence,
and showering all that,
which was not wanted,
strangely while the lord,
danced to the plain winds,
underneath it was an uncouth wet,
it smelled and made you sweat,
Now that I was under it,
I ran hard out of there,
feeling that simple,unassuming and humble,
plain ground was more fit.
Categories:
lorded,
Form: Free verse
Moon cooled the breezy night,
Its golden glaze made one realize it was full,
There was one little star just beneath the moon,
Moon lorded over it majestically,
As star shone in its insignificant light,
That one could notice it,
Was good enough for the star,
As it snuggled underneath the huge moon,
All of us knew all along,
That the star was bigger than hundred thousands of moons put together,
But it maintained its distance and kept its profile low,
Probably in real life too this appears to be a desirable rule,
Significance lies in the able keeping distance and in being diminutive,
Rather than do inflated flaunt bawdily and do nothing when it comes to task.
Categories:
lorded, star, star,
Form: Free verse