Still suggesting there is a place for some cricketing rhymes in these Testing times?
In the land of lengthy cumulus curiosity amazed by the velocity of the atrocity
The crazed ferocity of ghoulish foolish monstrosity which blazed across the ditch
Where Off his Head did bewitch on the pitch so quick slick should've got a stitch
For what it's worth pithier levity aptly sums up the rum girth of the mirth of Perth
Travis’s temerity, depravity of sporting gravity, severity of brevity of Ashes rebirth
No devil may care, hoping us coping rightful heir not moping at the Gabba, repair
Dare to dream in Aussies’ despair lair ending their frightful mind bending nightmare
Cheers to elite broadsheet peers who it appears our fears, sneers, jeers & nadirs share
Ignore more hackneyed score from seedier bottom feeder media on tour, Go All Square!
****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts
Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy
Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts
Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow
Kowtow to
Road of Milk
Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter
Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders
Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten
Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder
Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new
Crueler ruler.. China
Hip hip Hooray!
Kiwi Cricket's Shangri La...
"Can still hear the deafening din of the Indian crowd chagrin.
Stunned shell shocked silence at mandarins' sins.
Yet somehow still so loud
Like thunder down under in the proud
Land of the long white cloud.
Daring to dream of derring do plunder.
Upsets’ unctuous umami.
Shocks’ sumptuous serendipity.
Cast asunder as against the odds.
Hallowed Gods' anguished..felled & fallowed.
Kiwis vanquished the voodoo of Indian home hoodoo.
This purple patch, so perversely plush...got a hunch.
Would make even Prince blush, proud as ribena punch.
Sporting nirvanas cavorting with crepuscular career nadirs.
Can’t pillory this Test expedition, like the Everest conquest & Hillary.
Black cap sedition…Indian perdition.
Tradition debunked by spunky funk.
Not once, not twice but thrice.
Teeming..awash with gleaming beaming white.
Emancipation...damnation & salvation.
The Indian’s cardinal sin…not being able to play spin.
No way you can naysay.. just
Another Bill Murray Groundhog day.
As we learned..the underdog winner.. we yearned had turned.
Fat cats burned & stats spurned..into a dog's dinner."
Will Putin listen?
Siberia gulags glisten
Hysteria seeds myopia
Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia
Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia
Impassioned stock shock rationed
Shepherd & flock fashioned
Russian roulette yet again
Ukraine disdain cam-pain
Vladimir fears
Scurrilous sneers
Mutinous jeers
Career nadirs
Dissident disappears
Old school kidology
Muscovite cruel mythology
Satellite strewn astrology
Fossil fuel fool geology
Ideology without apology
Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology
Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology
The past beats inside me like a second heart,
my yesterdays walk with me, it hurts,
it lies upon me like a giant's dead body
devastating, uncontrollable
dense with misery and sullied with remembrances
it plants its prey
cornered, jam-packed, and wheezing for reconciliation
in the maze of the current.
Anxiety, dismay, fear, an entreating melee
until finally, a submergence, a obscuring in the nadirs of depress.
Inexorable, ceaseless, strenuous the hunted
the past trails, the past stalks,
the past Hunts.
By Seth Yuhi Musinga
No one said that life was nothing but a joy to live.
No one said that joy was never in it.
A hill must be superseded.
If you can’t climb now,
Try, try, and try again
Until the trying ends.
The strife struggles life.
The fight is only for the cause.
Once won, the glory this becomes.
If you can’t walk now,
Try, try, and try again
Until the trying ends.
A man and his island flourished and grew.
He knew one day his growth would be known.
He worked hard, however, nadirs did come.
He was up this day and down the next.
He never stop working toward success.
If you can’t climb now,
Try, try, and try again
Until the trying ends.
A ladder was placed.
A step was taken.
A road was travel.
A journey partook.
When you climbed, you walked.
Trying became an afterthought.
Until the end was accomplishable.
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Penned April 29, 2015!
The Philosophy of Verlena S. Walker states - WE ARE OUR OWN CREATION!
Sister girl
African pearl
Such finesse
So much, you have to give.
Yes, you are beautiful!
Are you paying attention to me?
Nile I am.
Dark and handsome man and confident…
For the love of God
In this real world
Never have I
Ever exploded with deep words of lust!
Sophisticated woman
After thoughts
Savoring your body
Suc-cor your tongue
Young and free!
Affixed to your smile
Nectar
Depths of passion!
Feel me
Indigo blue
Nice fit on you
Enriched this day!
Such words of desire
Ask you to be a part of my life.
So real to happiness
Seductive I am.
Yearn for me!
Apex to
New elevations for
Deep sensations!
Finding each other is not a sure coincidence.
Inspire by other elements
Nadirs we are not.
Essence we are.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 27, 2014!
FORM: TRIPLE ACROSTIC
Here’s to a love that never existed!
And to the departing you insisted,
Let me give in to all I’ve resisted
It is true through our frivolous trail
Our lives were but a tale;
Though if I hadn’t thought of it
Pure hearts indefinite,
Not mattering even then,
Would I ever believe again?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale
I’m lost within a dream never dreamt
Inside a slumber never slept,
And I caress the intricate design
Of the world I can never find
How vast! Yet still it is dying
Fading into the nadirs’ binding
As I fill the world with crying—always crying!
Oh world! Can I ever bring myself to hold
The warm nothing growing cold?
Oh world! Can I not take away
The love I gave with my will today?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale
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