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The Echo of the Moaning Medusa
Away from my haven, irreverent Perseus!
Your goal in here is too ambitious!
You're just making yourself ridiculous!
Aiming for my head for your Andromeda mild!
You can never get it even if you get wild!
Just go with your loss like a crying child!
Want me to help you end your misery?!
Why should I care for your doomed country?!
Swallow Poseidon's judgment for your own stupidity!
No one can use me for their own advantage!
Though my worth is more than that of a sage…
To anyone's purpose I'll never ever engage!
Oh how dare you darken the brilliant aura…
Of this gorgon more gorgeous than goddess Athena?!
Oh sisters! Don't waste this Echo of the Moaning Medusa!
Ah! My neck is bleeding with the edge of his sword!
Slowly it's harder for me to utter a word!
Behold! I am dying! My vision's getting blurred!
-02/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*Fallen Myths Collection
oh petal, my petal
sweet petal of mine
I long for the rose
that left you behind
one yellow, bed fellow
so fragrant, sublime
red, purple, and pink
a rainbow to climb
what medal, sweet petal
do you hope to find
alone in the meadow
with love on your mind
oh petal, my petal
sweet petal of mine
so lonely, so mellow
the last of your kind
Moaning Mona
Oh! Oh!
Oh no,
moaning &
complaining;
her draping
archaic.
Drop a little off
the shoulder,
Mona, baby.
Show a bit
of cleavage.
Best to smile
and wink,
to stay abreast
with modern society.
Mona, don’t
grow cold.
Keep your clothes on.
Save the nudes
for someone else.
You’re only good
when you follow us-
your dark eyes
kept safe behind glass.
Don’t be mad, Mona,
your just a common figure
in history,
a class act,
not suited
to get between satin sheets.
Your mud-pool irises
and hair match-
same dye
for both, Mona dear?
Your alabaster skin
pale as moonlight.
Your handsome hands-
Leonardo found them
enticing. So do we
as we admire
your sleeves. Stay
grounded, Mona…
Complaining
and moaning-
oh no! Here we go again!
Oh…oh…
Moaning Mona.
4/13/2023
There’s absolutely no value in complaining to anyone in this world today.
Fifty percent of the people don’t really care and the other fifty percent are glad it’s not them anyway
To constantly be expressing resentment, and dissatisfaction and always one to grumble,
Is simply a poor choice and a waste of time when that energy could be spent being humble.
The situation is similar to an aged dog lying on a porch, on top of a nail constantly moaning.
He lacks the fortitude to get up and the will to move, and he is satisfied to continue groaning.
It is time to realize that we all have greatness if only we tap into the source.
When you find that spark, it will ignite a blazing fire and in that, you’ll find more power for the course.
The rain is not wet enough,
the sunshine not warm.
He goes out to do
a little moody grocery shopping.
People are driving too fast
or too slow.
The shop shelves
are bare of what he needs,
though he does not know
what he needs.
He considers ending it all
at the candy aisle,
instead, whoops gleefully -
there are jelly beans!
Stuck
It’s a mistake to belly-ache
To rue wrongs done
To linger and shake
To blame someone
You didn’t use the power
That we all own
That strength of tower
Move on don’t moan
Easier to sit on the nail
Wriggle and squirm
Accuse when we fail
While failing to learn
Knowing there’s no change
While standing still
Not expanding our range
Climbing that hill
Take a walk and look back
Your freedom is nigh
Change the track
Wave pain goodbye.
David Cox 15/12/21
My heart is broken inside,
The flood of tears don’t subside,
If you’re not here by my side.
Form: Diona
We go about our lives as if with no clue
that all around us things on earth are dying
as other “great’ activities we pursue.
Good habits should mean more than simply trying.
For many crimes, mankind should be atoning.
Humankind, BE kind, or you will be crying!
Prick up your ears, and hear Earth’s gentle moaning.
Hear it in the oceans filled with our debris.
Where she chokes from all our filth, Earth is groaning.
Hear the silent shrieks emitting from each tree.
With forests razed – oxygen is depleting.
Extinction of creatues already we see.
This senselessness we cannot keep repeating,
or a deserved tragic end we’ll be meeting.
March 12, 2021
for D.W. Rodgers' While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Contest
there was a tale told
which wanky water wrote
callous contractions crumbled
trailing taunted throb, gaunt grumble
eerie syllables dripping dances
impi imagination hoisting advances
pluming porously punctured perception
felon future featuring fusion
he was the thrilled theme
trained by ferocious tendencies' flea
salient sucks, moaning myth's might
wishing lame time would hog furious flight
make your endeavors the mirror
at least a rusty reference to tortures.
'20:05:18:16:46
Note: Of moaning mirror.
lout tout clout
pout mouth shout
draped zeal drooled
pruning punctured pool
hoity hankers hoisted
callous crescendos clothed
eerie passion pulsed
gaunt gifts gulped
tempestuous tongue touched
mystic rhythm moaning
busted, blitzkrieg cloning
muffled maladies glowing
dark dribbles damped
taunted thrills trashed.
'20:03:27:17:09
Note: Dedicated to Adeyemi Joshua.
draped zeal dripped
smoggy crest clipped
callous crest squashed
training taunted trance
felon feelings fiery
licking lanky crisp
punctured passion pressed
met mystic press
moaning pressed' press
haughty zeal hankered
sane seal smothered
voluptuous veil angered
porous pasts absorbed
moaning memories' throb.
'20:03:14:11:26
Note: Dedicated to Socrates.
mystic mind moaning
voluptuous veins vying
hoisted heats hankering
squeezing salient sanity
girding gaunt ice
veiled by vice
hollow joints jangling
eerie echo smirking
felon fun flickering
drooling darkness dances
drooping over vices;
salient silhouettes sketches
on and on
smeared space gnawl.
19:12:23:09:18
felon fingers fiddling
fostering rustic rhythm
saucy instrument puking
mystic madrigal moaning
airy atmosphere seconding
pruning pulsing feelings
punctured pleasure littered
in atmosphere shattered
hoisted happiness battered
coda crushed crest;
mystic melody melts
at desire's death
Yucks! fingers again
revived rotten refrain.
19:12:19:04:09
bounty boobs blushing
fiddling fingers flinching
eerie emotions fostering
damped desires drooling
locked legs lurching
callous zeal crumbling
mystic moans melting
locked lips fiddling
halted! Then continuity
nocturnal nymph moaning
nimbling lips dripping
nectar of nosing
satyr salient flow
house's an home.
19:12:11:13:17
silly sequoia slumbering
meager mists mooing
callous clouds clustering
voluptuous vibes vying
tempted twigs twiddling
salient sleep swilling
spooky silver silhouette
pulling pulpy pests
contracting cautious crrsts
lousy clouds lurching
gaunt glottis grooving
gigantesque syllables dripping
mystic mountain moaning;
sleep's spell swigging.
19:12:05:08:17
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