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Avoid the Morass

Leave the tangle behind you.
This is the theory I omitted.
Quite a while back.

Dwelling in a secluded retreat.
I choose a dilemma.
Many years ago.

Shielded from hazards.
This is the reason I used it.
Almost always.

However, a scare was issued.
We dreaded the virus.
Frequently.

No way, no how.
Not in this case.
Not right now.

Written: Sunday 03, 2022

Categories: morass, analogy, anxiety, bereavement,
Form: Free verse

Trail of Morass

Trail Of Morass


                  The mind dreams, the blood streams, the body screams

                   within a flash, emotions crash

Categories: morass, emotions, lost love,
Form: Rhyme

Minds In a Morass

Hearts burning with desire
Minds awash with dreams and aspirations
Eyes wishing from normal life to retire
Ears primed to hear inspirational orations 

Delivered at a pacey rate
To a receptive audience
Minds desperate 
To get with mischief in silence

So loud it brings down the roof
Where a motley of minds gathers
Seeking tangible proof
In matter that bothers

Youths in search of identity
Lost

Categories: morass, poems,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Morass of Poop

MORASS OF POOP

lucid crudity,
profoundly abusive,
mostly nudity,
but for some crass morass of poop.

the dam’s jammed with ***********,
jelly-like googly eyes,
a real mr. potato head.

i scream,
someone change mr. wonderful’s diapers!

upon exclaiming this topic,
excrement of cussing,
like diarrhea deserts the hell hole.

something clean,
like angel’s wings,
with diaper pins and all

W

Categories: morass, humor,
Form: Light Verse

Morass

As we see of a day unforgettable
Of a great betrayal,
As we were mired in a misadventure
We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal

We, the givers of great positions
Through the mire our names were dragged.
Like a minx they were to us,
But we are minions who do as told

Our wrinkled smiles were like that of a

Categories: morass, discrimination, hurt, pain, sad,
Form: I do not know?

Morass of Anonymity

I sit,
forming kisses on memories,
striking them from time, as it whispers away.
Recollecting venomous verbs
cast to empty shadows

Eradicating the spiel.

Adjectives of annihilation, blitzing barren minds,
reflected, returned in silent echoes.
Notches gouged into the family tree,
tearing sons from fathers, mothers from daughters
‘till desolation offers comfort, disconsolately.
Tears, oil my fluency.
Chagrin deliverance to captured celluloid puppets,
hypnotized by neon stars. Concrete

Categories: morass, social,
Form: Free verse